Linggo, Oktubre 16, 2016

“Reality facing Dream”



As I stepped in the humid breeze of garden,
Moon eloped the casted shadow that glisten,
Grass kiss my barefoot,
Even Tulips feel my warmth to their root.

Silver gown I wore,
Shimmering under the stars, and never an eyesore,
My prince in uniform of a knight,
Glimmers even in the realm of knight.

As I walk near him,
With eyes staring and hands reaching,
I can almost touch him,

Only then I realized and woke up, ‘twas just a dream.

Miyerkules, Oktubre 5, 2016

“SUPER TREE”



“One, two three..” numbers I heard,
Before I was killed and slaughtered,
My soul never rested,
For my body was tortured and busted.


You use me everyday,
Yet you don’t see me as important anyway,
You only remember me in E-day,
But you don’t value me as what you say.


I have many names,
But you can never guess,
I only have one base,
Yet you cut me to your choices.


Now, do you know who am I?
Yet you easily sit and lie,
Have you ever bade to me a goodbye?

Yes! I once lived, but for you, I died!

“LET ME BE THE TREE”


Let me be the tree,
Spreading its branches free,
Reaching swindled hearts and touching frigid lives,
I am the tree that thrives.

Let me be the tree,
Where Aves and butterflies fly with me,
Thick barks and broad leaves,
Giving cool air to those who needs my shades.
Let me be the tree,

That covers you in disasters and calamity,
Rooted from the deep care of my heart,

I am the tree that won’t make you hurt.