Biography of Rosemarie Diano
An undergraduate pursuing Accountancy at De La Salle University in Manila. An avid reader with a taste for gothic and romance.
Rosemarie Diano Poems
The stench of death consumed me. And I laughed in derision at the irony. Whose death accounted for my immortaility? The numbers rose up in my head,
Walking down the path was never too difficult After all I’ve got you to always keep me company You, who would make me smile when I’m down in the dumps You, who would try to keep me out of trouble when I’m feeling reckless
Anger is not an erroneous thing It’s not bad, for a certain reason of being A form of expressing yourself Of how you feel, a salve
I hear people bragging that they’re so great Some of them boasting how richly they’re made Others shouting that they’re heroes by far Lies, they knew deep in their hearts
World Weary Child
Staring at the waning light I think about my life ahead I see the problems and the plight That i’d have to face alone again
The stench of death consumed me.
And I laughed in derision at the irony.
Whose death accounted for my immortaility?
The numbers rose up in my head,
I refused to count them.
If fate is indeed foreordained,
Then what am I here for but to interfere?
For destiny is in my hands.