Poet Introduction My love for poetry started when I was in the university taking up BSEd majoring in English. But it only bloomed in 2012 after meeting new friends with same interest in poetry. Since then I've been writing in few poetry sites to hone & harness my gif
My mind wanders into the deep of night Wading in the shore of memories As streams of thoughts flow in a rush Taking wings in this lonely hour Like midnight flower unfurling under the lambent light of the moon
My mind won't be still Whenever you're not here Memories haunt me like ghosts coming from their hiding place Intruding my reverie on lonesome nights like this
Tonight, the silence is more keen without your presence I can feel the cold seeping through my skin As my old fears come out to play tricks on my mind ...
Flowers of love bloom Unfurling their soft petals In my heart's garden Growing tenderly each day From rains of your affection ~*~ From a tiny seed Watered by your attention Little bud of love Is now in full bloom growing Stronger through all the seasons
The stillness of the night is gone Darkness is fading as the first thread of light appears in the sky Ending the night's cycle The dawn is breaking, unfurling anew Birthing a new morning, a new sunrise To grace the world of the living
Nature opens its eyes waking to a new day It sings joyfully in celebration of life As it waits for the sun to rise and the day to unfold Cheerful sounds echo In the early morning air Birds singing, chirping noisily in the trees Rousing those still asleep with their cheery tweets
The tears mist in my eyes As I listen to Yiruma's pieces playing at this warm mid afternoon His music never fails to stir my sleepy emotion into waking Rousing the silent well in my heart into bubbling
I can feel the notes hit a chord in my heartsrings Pulling, touching, caressing raw feelings into surfacing from their hiding places inside me
It brings to mind a memory not so long ago A season that have passed in my life Perhaps listening to these pieces is my way of remembering Of holding on to a certain past I haven't let go Or...
Some people are nice To look at from a distance but when you get closer you'll see how flawed they are You see their crack and their brokenness their vulnerability and weakness Some are good at keeping A nice facade but beyond the mask they wear their true colors show Their darkness comes out from the place they hide With little provocation or annoyances Their nature can't be kept for so long Don't be fooled by their sweet talk Some are good at sugar coating their words They have mastered the art of pretending They...