@rodsky, @d3dx9 and @hanamari:
Thanks!! Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. I didn't know the poem had been moved to this thread, and I just found out!
Thanks for your comments... I really appreciate them!
@rodsky, @d3dx9 and @hanamari:
Thanks!! Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. I didn't know the poem had been moved to this thread, and I just found out!
Thanks for your comments... I really appreciate them!
Bloody Annie
(pubilshed in 2007)
I come with a struggle
of making use
of the blood in my veins
My existence
is not an existence
without the blood
in my veins
My death
is making use
of blood in my veins
So i try
Opening my eyes
Exhausting my hands
Squeezing my brain
To make use
Of blood in my veins
And a failure
And victorious
I am making use of blood
running through my veins
MY BLOOD IS BLACK.
the musicality of the poem is sometimes the meaning of it... just like the rhymes - when you sing twinkle twinkle little star, it seems that the way you sing it is twinkling... or row row row your boat...Originally Posted by Egoist
i realized that when mr. myke obenieta said so... which i must agree...![]()
Untitled-- by Tattva
Furious and afraid
for the Gun on my head
thoughts are skipping
as reality unveils
Death is certain
His hand was shaking
Finger starts moving
I close my eyes...
His breathe is heavy
My heart went crazy
will he pull it?
a question to me...
may onggoy kong gamay
gisugo ko og kamongay
nganong nagdugay-dugay
kay naka-kita og sinokmagay
heavenly shadows of your grin
passed the neon colored light caravan
on board is the happiest maiden
ever created to this day of great confusion
bearing the promise he laid before they part
the village may have stopped the urge of spring to bloom
from the ruins of cold silent hail
but flowers of May she holds
to lit the candle she longed to have
a chance can she not afford to wait
for its now or never
will she see him again
sigh....the poet in me again....hehehe
sa maka relate lang aning akong poem..
the waves slowly crawl up the shore, bringing in uncertainties.
higher and higher it comes, till it drowns me.
drowning...and i cling to the overwhelming thought of you.
currents pull me in deep, so deep that i get lost swimming in darkness.
fear sinks in and it makes me cold.
does it have to be this way?
and i wonder....
The first light of day
Sunlight shining through the mist
Just saying hello
fear seeps in like dark waters of venom from the illest of reptiles.
frost bite may be cruelly painful but this kills.
feel the fire from the coldest ice.
burns me, haunts me, hanging over me, reminding me of what could be lost.
cut my ball and chain, release this suffering and put my soul to rest.
I wish someday
I can hold the pen
And drag it
And see its path
On the scratch paper
I was about to throw away
But then I decide
Not to.
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