Literary Folio - The Writer's Thread Vol. 2

[Seta Sinestro]

"Siphayo" | 5.17.2016 by Sinestro MTC

 

Minsan iniisip ko kung kulang

Pagpansin

Pera

Pagmamalasakit

 

Ano nga ba ang sinapit?

 

Ilang linggo pala na rin

Humihiling kahit isang tingin

Ang hinuhuli tila'y hangin.

 

(**note: ito lang ang upside ng lungkot, nagiging poetic ata ako lol)

[Julianda]

"Buwis: Ugat ng Pighati?"

bagay kang pinagpala

mga gahamang nakatingala

mamamayang nagpupunyagi

walang awang inaapi

buwis na kinakaltas

tuwirang naibubulsa lang

nitong mga buwetreng ganid

ganun ka kung magpaikot

lahat ay sakop mo

tao at bagay saiyo umiinog

pati buong mundo’y alipin mo

di nga ba't ganun ang halaga mo?

di iinog ang mundo kung wala ka?

isa-isahin natin ang sakop mo

di nga ba't mula sa pagsilang,

binyag, pag-aaral, pagkain,

pagdadamit, paghahanapbuhay,

mga luho, alak, regalo,

mga napanalunan, paupahan,

gobyernong local at nasyunal

pagkamatay at pagpalibing

sakop mo pa rin, ganun ka katindi

si Juan Dela Cruz napapangiwi

habang mga negosyante

napapakamot, mga ganid

napapangisi

habang ang inang bayan

nagpipighati…

01/15/10

2:25 am

Edited May 17, 2016 by Julianda

[Seta Sinestro]

"The Pitter Patter Chronicles" |

5.17.2016 by Sinestro MTC

 

Another day, another poem.

For some reason the words

seem to love me much today.

 

When the raindrops whisper

the things you never hear

the words I wish to say.

 

A minute of being happy

another in sad solitude

in these four walls of clay.

 

An echo of your face

A sliver of your scent

In my world

of sullen

 

silent

 

gray.

[RED2018]

Letters we tuck into drawers and never send; a universal letter to lovers.

Most days, I don't think of you. I go through the day unaware of your existence in the universe, filling the familiar aches with books and new records and jogs and new faces. My brain is smart and tries to fool me for a while. For a minute, it almost seems as if you never happened at all until the tiniest thing sets me off. Memory is a cruel thing and sharpest when it needs not be. I check my voicemail and hear a saved message from you, one of you imitating Tom Waits to make me laugh when I checked it after class or work, and I feel my throat close up. Tears fill my eyes and I realize that this will be the last voicemail I ever receive from you; this one doesn't even have an i love you in it, it's just pure Tom Waits impersonation. I end the call and rub my eyes.

I go about my day and put in my headphones as I shop. Shuffle plays me a song that you put on a mix for me and it all begins again. I cry in Target in between the hair care products and the moisturizer and I realize that nothing is over, that my heart, my habits have not caught up with my ever-wise brain. I'm never alone now except when I'm about to fall asleep and I hope each night that I'm so exhausted that I just crash in to my sheets and black out, a pile of tired bone and sinew. I want to shut off my functions so the thoughts in my head don't reach the rest of my body. I don't sleep, I'm unconscious for a few hours a night.

There is something about the absence of someone after a breakup or the end of a romantic entanglement that is felt so deeply, I don't understand it. Even in long distance relationships, the constant comfort of having someone so near to you emotionally leaves a hole inside you. There is a heartwrenching listless feeling that comes and you wander through the day, half of a person. I feel like every time I love someone I give them a part of myself and when things end, I hobble around for a while, missing limbs or an eye, a victim in the the long war we call love. The only comfort is that eventually the parts of themselves they gave to me grow over my wounds and I become a patchwork quilt of my past loves. We're never truly individuals as we are a product of the love and people that shape us. It's the only thought that makes me feel better as I try to forget. I'm trying to forget for now so that soon I can remember and be happy for the love of ours that was.

You are weaved into the fibers of my soul in a way that I cannot describe and I love you still for every breath you take, even if those breaths are no longer for me.

[Seta Sinestro]

"Id and Ego" | 5.20.2016 by Sinestro MTC

 

I wake up to whispers in my head

A clash of minds in an immortal melee

Swords crossing, two hands of

The same body

 

Reason fighting for a proclamation

Instinct in a vendetta for revelation;

For if love is a battlefield

Then I've found my Normandy

 

A bloody field of thoughts

Powdered feelings like sand

Where whispers are screams

Every ache a violent explosion

 

Will sleep be ever peaceful again?

Or will this be my Auschwitz...

[Seta Sinestro]

"Ending" | 6.1.2016 by Sinestro MTC

*while listening to The Verve*

 

May ending ba talaga na happy?

O sa kwento lang

Nagmula, nagtapos,

ang kathang may sapi?

 

Malupit ba talaga ang tadhana

O sadyang mayron lang

Tanga, gunggong,

na nag-aalay lagi sa dambana?

 

Kung minsa'y ginusto

nauwi sa hinusto

Nang ang tama'y naging mali

Hindi happy, walang pang-bawi,

mauuwi rin sa pagiging sawi.

[MrChase]

Fear not what tomorrow brings to your door,

Nor how it plans to hammer you to the floor,

 

Fear not what it may take away,

Nor if it will let you fight another day,

 

Fear not whatever fear may come true,

But truly fear what fear will make you do.

 

-MC

[KristinLavransdatr]

I hope not to write a poem

That stabs an ex like Taylor Swift's.

The poem of love must not be smirk

A boy you can't forget, as Taylor Swift.

The poem can't be about your accident,

His Polaroid, as Taylor Swift.

F&?k Taylor Swift!

[MrChase]

Oh well, just a little try at something different, format-wise. XD

 

 

Edited June 14, 2016 by MrChase

[Seta Sinestro]

"Afterthought" | 6.14.2016 by Sinestro MTC

 

Postwar

The things I wish I never said in anger.

In memoriam

The fleeting moments forever lost.

A toast

The lessons learned from regret.

Reminiscing

The idea of being around you.

[Queen Darkeinjel]

UNKNOWN

(written and posted August 06, 2008)

heart of love, kindness, loyalty and purity
cast them away along with sincerity
from whence they came they will return
until the flames of candles lit out they burn

fly across distance to a land afar
imprisoned in walls with iron bars
cloaked from those whose fate is coarse
the elements guard and this unseen force

the key is held by one unknown
waiting to reap that which was sown
a mystery that still is wrapped in haze
how these eyes long to stare at your face

flood released through opened doors
emotions felt as the barriers tore
control is lost the heart has won
mind unthinking reasons are gone

past forgotten, the day is new
future seen together with you
memories of pain from the mind erased
sorrow in heart by love is replaced

awakened by the sun on the morning sky
tears fell though to weep not hard did i try
all was a dream which reached the end
tell me, how will my broken heart mend?

Edited June 14, 2016 by DarkEinjel

[SiLvErClAw]

ipaglalaban mo pag ibig mo sa kanya, e ipaglalaban ka ba nya? o susukuan ka na lang basta basta?

 

tama lang lumaban, pero me hangganan ang paglaban, kung ikaw na lang ang lumalaban, sukuan mo na, masakit man sa umpisa, pagmamahal sa sarili, ikaw naman ay magtira...

 

paano na lang yung taong mahal ka na lagi mo iniitsapwera, dahil sa paglaban mo para sa iba? ganyan din nararamdaman nya, masakit di ba?

 

kapatid, wag ka magpakatanga, uulitin ko, pagmamahal sa sarili, ikaw ay magtira...

 

wag ipagpilitan ang sarili sa drama, malamang sa alamang, ulo mo ay masira pa

 

mahalin ang sarili at buksan ang mata, baka ang laan sa iyo, makalampas pa. pag nagyari yun, ang tawag sa iyo, TANGA

[MrChase]

A Table for Two

So, what will you be having?

Shall it be the usual or is it something new?

It's been a while since we've eaten out on an evening.

And on top of that, you look beautiful tonight, too.

She was silent, eyes downcast,

A slight bite on her crimson-clad lips,

This was not desire, not even lust,

But like how captains go down with their ships.

 

What's wrong? You don't seem so well today,

Your eyes are sad and your thoughts seem astray,

Is there anything I can do to make it go away,

And bring back the smile I love seeing every day?

It's nothing, I'm just thinking,

It might just be that I'm just tired of what I'm doing.

It was nice before but now so...dark, so lonely, so unnerving,

I'm headed towards ruin and I feel I can do nothing.

 

Why the worries, my dear?

I'm always here to lend an open ear.

We see each other day after every day and yet,

We're still not as open as the first time we've met.

I have other responsibilities, love.

I also have dreams, passions and a future above.

I cannot attend to them when it's us two.

Even though they were possible because of you.

 

But why, is my love not enough?

We've always been together when the going went tough,

Like before, I know we can see this through,

Are you no longer happy with the promise of me and you?

You've made me the happiest person in life,

I've seen the world, the sights and all of its great heights,

But know I have to stand up for myself tonight,

Because you know we're wrong and it has to be right.

And so she left, the sound of her footsteps follow,

But surely hopeful for the uncertain future in the morrow.

And as the man looked on, the waiter came forth,

"A table for how many sir?" He asked the man now composed henceforth.

 

The man looked at his phone, then looked at the time,

Perhaps this evening just isn't mine.

And then he turned to the waiter, fingers brought up,

A table for two please, my wife and I will soon meet up.

 

 

 

-MC

*Based on a dream from a lunchtime power nap.

Edited June 16, 2016 by MrChase

[FleurDeLune]

Fireworks :An Emblem of Moment

by Moon Flower

amidst the sound and radiance

a colorful sparks of liberty

explode into brilliant cascades

the glow of smoke as if bewitching

brings joy and beauty to its prophet

alas, free yourself and live on

treasure and seize the present day

let them light up one's life

scare those stigmas away

 

06.13.16

Copyright © Moon Flower | Year Posted 2016

Poetrysoup.com

Free verse

Edited June 26, 2016 by FleurDeLune

[FleurDeLune]

A Touvh of Whimsy

Steal a bottle of champagne

Revel in the delight of heat

A touch of whimsy --

Of one’s reverie

As if desirous to go anywhere

Or somewhere in Africa

The point of no return

A combination of anything

In high glee or river of woe

Alas, either a thing or two

Won‘t change anything

But a defining moment

06.05.16

Copyright © Moon Flower | Year Posted 2016

Poetrysoup.com

Free verse poetry

Edited June 26, 2016 by FleurDeLune