By: Kyle Joseph Omandac Ilustrisimo

Weighted flight

I was once a free bird
Gracefully swifting through space
Unbothered by the whistling turbulence
A bird that morning delights breed

But then, my life happened
The weight of feathers doubled
Body stuffed with tripled trouble
And now, I happen to be descending to rubble

I can no longer fly freely
I’m now just my aspirations
And also the alchemy of messed becomings
A profound reality, more and more eerie

I was once a free bird
I am still a free bird
A bird of flight despite the gravity that pursue
The more the weight, the more the urge to unravel life’s scenic view

Flowers of May

Petals drifting caressed my skin
Falling down, it went into blossom
Funny. It fell down, why did it bloom?

The orangey light from the sun exudes
I felt a distant safe prelude
From the many flakes of sunken dandelion spores, easing my unrest

Funny how their dying can give me much scenery to live for
I walk my chosen path and there, sinking Narra flowers purged concrete streets
I am in awe, it became a flower field surrounding me with warmth and breaking my many forlorns