ink the unsaid | poetry
I left something in your bookโa letter. I watched from a distance,as your eyes landed on the envelope.You looked around, confused. You saw the printโโ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐…โYour breath hitched,and mine caught right along with it. I wrote every wordโlike a whisper I was too afraid to say.So if your heart races,know that mine did too… …
Your stareโit drifts past me like a breezethat no longer stops. Everyone might not notice,but I do… Thereโs something in the wayyou avoid meeting my eyes,as if youโve long stopped wanting me near. I donโt know why, but I feel itโand would you believe it? Iโve stopped hoping because now,Iโm beginning to acceptthat what I …
There are silences that give comfort;one that knows and understands. Silences that are necessary;to pause, to savor, to just be still. Silences that demand actions;an eye contact, a smile, a hugโthe kind that gives certainty. And then, thereโs that silence that bleeds.You hear every whisper, every laughter, every argumentโitโs too loud in your head and …
I found myself lookingat the light reflection of the mooninto the water. How it solemnly bends and swayswith its crest and through. How the stillness of the nightmirrors the agony I am feelingโฆ The numbness of the pain,the harsh reality thatโs setting in,the weakness of a dying soul,โa dying dream, a dying beat for lifeโฆ …
๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐,๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐… Luhaโy pakakawalansigaw ng pusoโy pakikinggan. Papayagan ang sariling lumayaat maging mahina. Walang tala, walang buwan,pero salamat sa ulan sa binigay nitong โ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐.โ ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐mula sa magulong mundong ginagalawan. ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ค๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐๐งmula sa nag-uumpukang bato sa aking isipan. ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ค๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐๐งmula sa yungib ng walang kasiguruhan. Hindi ko …
I am an old soulโฆNothing fancy, nothing grand. An old classic, Frank Sinatra playingwhile you offer your handfor a slow dance in the morning. A walk in the woods, a belly-ache laughwhile we try to catch our breathas we run in the meadows of lilies. A quiet afternoon in the swing,you, playing with my hair …
I still talk to youin the quiet roomโlooking at an empty chair. I still listen to your voice in my headโthat excitement whenever I am home,that sadness whenever you feel I am not okay,that encouragement whenever I am going through tough times,that reassurance that no matter what happens, youโre there. The voice is so loud …
Some days,I just want to crawl back in bed.Seek comfort in my pillows,Hide all my pain as I wrap myselfwith my blanket. Some,I feel like I am trying so hardto reach the next stepโbut I stillfind myself at the same old spot. Other days,I donโt want the sun to shine,because I am not done seeking …
I found the words to sayโฆ In every broken penthat bleeds and leaves a mark. In a broken clockthat reminded meโitโs okay to stop. In a broken mirrorthat still reflects the beautyof a broken soul. I found the words to sayโin the countless times you lied,in saying your sorry hundred of timesthat it became now …
I never experience a love that is so intense and passionate as yours. You came into my life like a hurricane smashing me in a different direction. It’s like a rush of water that my only escape from drowning is for me to hold your hand. You are a gift given to me but sent …