PROSE AND POETRY

Unknown

He  wants to watch
her asleep
as her
breathing
rhymes with
the chirping of
night crickets

He longs to stare
at her
eyes
like the
stars that flicker
through  the
darkest hours

He wishes to steal
kisses
He craves for her
warm hugs

Yet he was
the sole reason
why at the
dawn — she sobs.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Let Her

She will once again tread
into a far-flung land
in which she alone will escape
from the vulnerability of her labyrinth.

No bags to be packed.
No luggage to mind about.
Neither travel pillows nor comfy scarves will count.

She will once again take a trip with nothing
and no one to load on her back.
She will take it light and slow.

If and only if you will let her to.
If and only if you will let her go.

Entry: Passport

Image from Google images

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PROSE AND POETRY

Just a Minute

Just a minute
You uttered it on the phone
I was on the other line
And I used to hang on

Just a minute
And you talked to me again
Telling me soothing words
Like ” You’ll never wait in vain”

Just a minute
It took you for a while
I patiently held on
Just to make you smile

But hours and days passed
And you never again called
Missing your favorite line
Just a minute

Entry for the DailyPrompt: Waiting

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PROSE AND POETRY

Promises or Premises?

It was Saturday, 7:15 in the evening here  at the West Hartford, a suburb in Connecticut where I  pursue my  Degree in Fine Arts. It’s a usual thing that I ought to imagine the customary happenings in the Philippines when I know that it’s Sunday in the  morning there. The busy markets, stereos in loud mode, where everyone in the household prepares foodies to accompany an indoor or outdoor activity– strong family ties that goes on from the grandparents to their grandchildren.

Nostalgia strikes at me at this typical Saturday night. It was two long years and I’ll never unlearn to miss  the  bonding at  home.    I tucked into bed early without minding  taking off my shoes. I was an hour ago facing teenage aspirants and giving them workshops about art– a leisure pursuit that I sincerely enjoy and a source of income too. Unlike my colleagues that are used to live a life in the lap of luxury, I am here risking my own world to offer a good life for my family. As a scholarship grantee, I took it as my best shot to succeed in my chosen course.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Her Poetry

She is an old soul
– to touch and to feel
She lives in sewed words
-to  love and to be real

She breaths in riddles
– to conceal a mystery
She is an old soul
– and you are her poetry

 

Prompt: Passionate

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Timid

Her head bent down
As he passed by
She took a sigh
And secretly smiled

He glanced at her
As she looked down
How he wished
She would smile

The thoughts of him
Sends her shiver
When she shouldn’t
It  flutters
It lingers

 Unrequited love
sometimes
is a step away
from letting
two pairs
of eyes
do the talking.

Photo: Weheartit

 

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Faith in Action

I am nobody in this world. I am a typical girl you might see pushing carts, doing household chores, passing through a busy street and living a life in a norm. 

And just like the other people, I make friends. But I have three to name with which I consider the closest in my heart.  I often meet with them one at a time. But when I have them together, I am in my happiest.. Continue reading

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