who will dare
to look without
one blind eye.
I dare.
Blindness lives here not!
I'm the one
who will speak
the truth,
releasing the memories
that eat my brain.
I dare.
Lies live here not!
I'm the one
who will
remember you,
the way you really are.
I dare.
Oblivion lives here not!
I'm the one
who will live
through the words,
even when my life
forget me.
I dare.
Emptiness lives here not!
I'm the one
who will encourage you,
even when your life
is dying slowly within
your mind.
I dare.
Surrender lives here not!
"She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."
The inky sky pours in gradually,
Silver stars mingle casually,
apoy has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
sa pamamagitan ng waning light, a glowing ember
Fades out in silence, into dust,
Until the breeze will leave it crushed.
My frame, a statue, barely breathing,
As the wisps of smoke are leaving,
Now, my muscles start to thaw,
And heat from ashes leaves them raw,
I catch myself before my landing,
For as long as I've been standing,
I've stared out at a ruined nation,
Now I walk with trepidation.
Silver stars mingle casually,
apoy has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
sa pamamagitan ng waning light, a glowing ember
Fades out in silence, into dust,
Until the breeze will leave it crushed.
My frame, a statue, barely breathing,
As the wisps of smoke are leaving,
Now, my muscles start to thaw,
And heat from ashes leaves them raw,
I catch myself before my landing,
For as long as I've been standing,
I've stared out at a ruined nation,
Now I walk with trepidation.
The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately
I thought I Nawawala you before you even left me.
That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,
And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.
Is it possible you regret me?
Is it possible that I’m empty?
Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?
Won’t anyone accept me?
My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?
Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?
The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.
And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,
Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.
A madami grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the pamagat was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.
I thought I Nawawala you before you even left me.
That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,
And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.
Is it possible you regret me?
Is it possible that I’m empty?
Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?
Won’t anyone accept me?
My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?
Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?
The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.
And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,
Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.
A madami grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the pamagat was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.
My attempt to draw Danny....It is horrible
What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids or teens just like the Disney pelikula and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.
I really admire people who succed with Pagsulat a book,drawing comics or anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.
