Cry for a seed to grow

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”

See me, hear me, feel me

“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”

The moth and the flame

“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”