Joen Coronel Poems
My Eyes Close By Themselves
In just a blink
In just a flip
In just a finger snap
Just in time my eyes close
Sink in the deep blue
Sleep in a white hue
Swap your soul from a mild dew to a mindless clue.
You are the lightest cotton ever lived
The flame shining fieriest, so naive
Still, you can’t be lit
Your candle is melted and split.
Are these true?
Are they real?
Are they new?
Are these surreal?
The Day After Yesterday
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?
I don't know if I should continue writing this
While imagining the yesterday before
Surely, all of the smiles and frowns will be missed
Things that I can't just ignore