It is a lullaby of peace that I’ve been wanting long before this – solace.
By KYLE PATRICK DE GUZMAN
My cry sounds like silence.
It is more than empty;
More than that of the void that screams. Continue reading “Cry for a seed to grow”
Once upon a time, there were two. Two individuals so in love and so true. Nothing could separate them, not even the tides. But this is a story of how it died.
By DANIEL FRANCO G. POBE
Once upon a time, there were two
Two individuals so in love and so true
Nothing could separate them, not even the tides
But this is a story of how it died Continue reading “Fingers crossed”
The source became gray and skies black from non being. Infinite void. It is what my blood screams. It is what this restless soul needs.
By KAYLA SEACOR
As I stare at myself in front of the mirror,
I imagine it unfilled
and dreamed that all life be like
this empty mirror in front of me;
devoid of my existence. Continue reading “Null”
I remembered very well, the first time that I passed here. So many memories to dwell and so many stories to share.
By DIANNE POGOSA
I remembered very well
The first time that I passed here.
So many memories to dwell
And so many stories to share. Continue reading “Pathway”
What if you stayed? I never should’ve shed tears because you chose the months over our years.
By JOHN LLOYD MONTEBON
What if you stayed? Continue reading “What if you stayed?”
“You were my sweet distraction on this nightmare and I don’t wanna end it to be just this, please hear my voice.”
In a midst of sadness, I saw you there
I sat silently but you were too busy
I panicked but you were calm
I felt sad but you were smiling Continue reading “My sweet distraction”
“With your trust and love fading, deep within me is a heart that is badly aching. It’s your love and presence I am uncontrollably longing, asking when will this burden end?”
By MARLERY CAGULADA LANZADERAS
I’d finally confess,
I am constantly searching for your warmest touch and caress.
With your trust and love fading,
Deep within me is a heart that is badly aching,
It’s your love and presence I am uncontrollably longing. Continue reading “See me, hear me, feel me”
“As they flutter around the flame, and we wonder what will happen first: Will their flapping extinguish the light, or will they finally burn to death?”
By THOMAS G.M. SHARPE
They come in when the lights go on
At night, we like to light candles
We watch them, large in their muted beige finery,
Punctuated with black orbs, like eyes,
As they flutter around the flame,
And we wonder what will happen first:
Will their flapping extinguish the light,
Or will they finally burn to death? Continue reading “The moth and the flame”
