By: Mark Ivan L. Sarin It’s midnight, still thinking about you, Can’t sleep, our memories killing me piece by piece, The continous shading of blue breaks my peace, Nothing to say, nothing to complain, A profane but humane, Slightly plain…
By: Stephanie Kezia F. Henson I wrote to a song and it’s all about you. It’s all about those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that made me fell in love. Eyes that made my world filled with colors. But those…
By: Pat Doran Growing Old I can tell by your handsthat you are olderthan what you say,but it’s the lines underyour eyes that givethe game away.Here you are trying torecapture your younger days,by putting your handthrough his hair,hoping that he…
By: Kristine Joy Unrestrained The world is bizarre and obscure, yet so beautiful; Like a hot chocolate with melted cheese in it, Isn’t it ridiculous? But strangely tastes delicious, We let ourselves get trapped in a cage, Doing what others…
By: Erica Radam Walking by the sunset, hand in hand with A stranger’s calloused palms My chest is thumping Then erupted from his proprietorial behavior. I was procured by his eyes, Held captive by his venereal intentions Yet, I did…
By: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes Sea ranch We carve our purple names Onto shards of sea cliff With mussel shell Dab a pink sea cucumber And let a mole crab Believe our hands are the sand You say the abalone Are breakable…
By Patricia Taguiam Saved by Grace Trials hard to bear Tempted to murmur and despair Look in the mirror, so dire Who is this I’ve become? Calloused by pain Is she stuck by circumstances inadvertently hardened through time or is…
By: writmic Stress Leads to Success School works are obstacles in our paths. You continue walking as they come. Eventually, you still choose to finish them and end up working through upon your sleepless nights. In the end of the…
. By; Annapurani Vaidyanathan 2006. My first-ever memory of watching you play. It was a Wimbledon final against Nadal. I was staring at a 24-year-old star who already had 7 grand slams in his kitty. A ball boy who had…
By: Jacynth Amores TIED BY AFFECTION They say love at first sight Is just a myth, A Hollywood Tale? An exquisite adornment Gasping for affections To love unconditionally A bright ray of sunshine Filters through the stained glass window Illuminating…