#poetryph

[karagatantalabuwan]

I’ll take my time. I know that the world we live in moves constantly. Everyone is in a rush, as if life were nothing but a fleeting moment–often forgetting how to enjoy and savor each second, and embed it within their souls. The world seems to forget that each connection is built in lasting meetings, not in brief encounters. But unlike the world, I am not in a rush–not when it comes with you. Tell me the things you hate and admire in life, or the kind of humor that gets you laughing nonstop. Or the books you have read and cried about. I’ll listen to your voice and remember how it sounds; when you’re happy, or tired. Share your favorite songs and tell me how poetic your favorite artist is. There is no rush, for you are a story I want to read. Every page and chapter, even the ones you do not show upfront–the ones you keep hidden in crowded rooms. Show me your seasons; your quiet autumn, your warm summer, the hopeful spring, and even your distant winter. So take your time in unraveling your entirety. And I will take my time–for there is grace in knowing. — Follow 𝐒𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐠𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧 on all platforms: https://campsite.bio/karagatantalabuwan

[strangerspoetry]

I'd love to think, we'd still meet in this lifetime.

But if not, i would like you to know,

I love you and I always will,

No matter where my soul goes.

[cozycoffinzzz]

Lost in the Trees

The body hears whispers

but aches to be bruised

it wants thrills that gore it, 

sights that blind it

and joys that dismember it

if our bodies are temples

then make mine a shrine,

if our words and actions are incense

then mine should be a bonfire

the body is not new, but smacks at the wind

and howls at the horizon,

it kisses its owner, and runs off like a dog unleashed, 

lost in the trees

[pamalawag]

In Between All This Time

I wrote to you

(every night for four nights, while walking, we would always pass by

a tree swarming with fireflies. On the fifth night, it was a guava tree

almost like a beacon, the way all the fireflies were lighting their own way,

landing on the leaves. I didn’t know how the others found out

it was a guava tree. The next thing I knew, I had two ripe guavas in each of my pockets.

I bit into its skin, thinking about the mango tree in front of our house in Makati,

soft, rosy flesh blossoming in my mouth, which I did not expect.

This was my first perfectly ripe guava. I wanted to tell everyone)

about longing, all you had to do was listen.

[delightfulechoes]

Feeling

[infinitelynicolaan]

Here's to overcoming writers block.

Last year, I made a habit on August to sketch everyday, this time now I'd like to honor my birth month by writing every day of the whole month (and will try to share an excerpt online). There's like a stockpile of creative thoughts I haven't unleashed because of fear to immerse myself once again but then I feel that it's something that has left me desolate so I am trying my best to water the seeds of this passion once again. I look forward to that day when I can start with a new book, thank you to those who often remind me the impact of my poetry even if I don't always find the full confidence to share. Maybe this sort of challenge will inspire you too. I love you!

-Nicola An

[directoraurelius]

SENPAI WRITES No.3: An Old Friend

I wrote this during a poetry writing workshop with the school paper during their literary fest in 2015. The event head told us to write a sample of our works and continued that whoever impresses their taste gets their piece included in the Mnemosynum: Kist 2016, the school’s year-end achievement review magazine. So this piece got that spot.

This was one of the first poems I wrote during my stay in Davao Doctors College and this is actually the inspiration for a latter work of mine: The Letter. What's impressive about this piece is that I did this in roughly 10 minutes. I was in my element so the words just came pouring in.

[xandflowers]