to tell you honestly,
I’m tired of waiting
waiting for you to say your name
to tell me how was your day
...
'muddied' i must've thought.
dirty, dirty with filth!
it might be the sand, puked by the dead river
dead leaves, cracked bones, layers and layers of bygone dusts
...
bored monkeys
parroting myna
neurotic fish with her imaginary twin
visiting a zoo?
...
of your marvelous mess
sailing through
your blanket of fears
blanket of curves
...
i've been standing still
across ur window
standing still
amongst empty tables
...
tori amos sounds like a girl
trapped in a well
one monday morning
paper cup shaped well
...
purple haze
of a sighing breeze
how could i forget
those clinging memories
...
you lavish your hand nails with lacquer
it might be yellow, red or orchid black
supple your skin with mist
flaunt it, bare it.
...
let me explore what's sitting there at the end of us:
an investigation of these sullen walls
which hangs tentatively
between space and time.
...
was it me
or was just the idea of it
was it I? in love?
or was in love for the idea of it
...
when you're smack dab in the middle of it,
you don't have a clue.
you may feel you've been referring to its roots:
entangled,
...
wearing your shimmer
just right before your eyelids, velvet green, pantone 377
it's screaming for you to be seen
a go signal, attack! attack!
...
from Cebu who's into performance and visual art. he is still in deep hiatus though. some things that tide him by are teaching in Bright Academy and taking laps in an olympic size swimming pool inside abellana sports complex. it so happen that he's also a choreographer, a designer, a cook (mediocre) and into literary. all works published here and in his blogspot are original. kindly ask permission if you would like to use some of his works. He would be more than eager to have it published just make sure to put proper credits on it. you can contact LIYO DENORTE through: liyo.denorte@gmail.com ************************************************* author's note to other members to whom it may concern: i don't like poemhunter members who solicit for comments. i think its very narcissistic and annoying to use ART for self promotional motive. no offence meant to anyone but it's quite annoying, it's really up to a person to say about something without him forcing to do it. sail on, x)
Tell Me, Please
to tell you honestly,
I’m tired of waiting
waiting for you to say your name
to tell me how was your day
or ask me about my day
to tell me how's it going
to tell me about yourself
or ask me about myself
all you got to say is hi
and hi
and hi again
and again
every time we have the chance
to pass each other’s path
why was that?
is that all there is to it
is that all there is to say?
its quite been a long time
we've been eyeing each other, but
we remained complete strangers, still
roaming around aimlessly and
entangled with wordless mystery
of what am i to you
do you like me?
or not..
tell me
By the way, thank God I'm not the only one who hates poem-hunter whores... Leaving generic comments on everyone's poems to get attention. I enjoyed the handful of yours I read, any in particular you feel are your best?
Congrats being chosen by PH and Team as The Poet Of The Day. Hoorray!