“Ephemeral”
by Raemie de Guzman Tulabut

Even as a sad memory,
Let me walk with you
on your way home.

I was told
she's a melancholic story
but she's not;

I was told
a lot of stories
about his voyage
in lands and seas,
the places and traces-
rocks and its pieces,
the peoples and islands,
avian and crustaceans.

I was told
a lot of untold stories,
about the unwritten poetry-
of the books that are no
longer being read,
the words and hearts
filled with dread.

I was told
change is everything,
even brute things
has to be that way-
every dawns turns to day.

I was told
a lot of things but papa,
Have I told you jenny
was my favorites story?
not because it’s sad
but because I see jenny
in me;

Papa, you told me to say
goodbye but I did not-
I want to believe
I would be able
to come back home,
but I know it's a lie.

Papa, I'm scared of
leaving all of you behind,
that the closer I get the
further I'd walked
but papa, I'm more scared
of leaving you in despair;

I was told
she's a melancholic story
but she's not;

I was told
a lot of stories,
one of them is about
the dirtiest uncivilized fugians
that find their way home
after a long time.
Papa, I’m coming home.

Even as a sad memory,
Let me walk with you
on your way home.

"Evil You"
by Raemie

Creation of a monster,  
inside of my heart,
beside of my eyes.                                                    

Come find me my lover,
those words unsaid,
are they better?
or forgotten?  
                                
hush the devil,
hail the pain and
make him feel it forever.