Joen Coronel

In just a blink

you sink
...

A winter moon in a frosty sky
I’m a seagull that’s soaring high
Sweet as crescent moon, crazy it may seem
That you shot me with your ethereal moonbeam
...

Epitomes of pedagogy
Pioneers of sound mind and body
Good manners and right conduct
Combine for a good product
...

Days are too fast
Though all of us are patient waiters
But our hearts are steadfast
That's why they call us achievers
...

My house was set afire that night
My clothes, my things were fading
Like cremains filling my fright
While I'm just in one corner, crying
...

I was dancing cold throughout the night
Waltzing alone until twilight breaks the light
Then I saw a shadow, strange and small
It’s height is neither low nor tall
...

I wonder why I feel so cold for tomorrow
Is there an apparition that passed by?
Or a cool breeze that gently whipped my sorrow?
None of the two but why I'm still feeling this, why?
...

Ms. Crazy is full of hearts
Her sweet voice tastes like bow tart
That sensual sound creeps to my throat
And keeps my mind afloat
...

What your presence means
Perhaps it's just a bizarre reward
What your presence means
Perhaps it's just commonplace
...

When all deeds in your life
Bear no fruits but strife
Look again at the skies
Stare at them and think twice
...

Smoky questions

ready to sink
...

woods chuckle softly

as bodies get warm
...

I was sitting on a small porch, on the other side
Of the street, waiting to cross the line
But then the rain poured so wide
That it stretched your space close to mine
...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...