Warren Augustus de Guzman
Biography of Warren Augustus de Guzman
I like to write. And I enjoy reading what people write about what I write. Feel free to comment on my poetry as much as you want.
Warren Augustus de Guzman Poems
It was only a kiss. It was only a kiss I woke up to this morning. It was only a kiss.
So, so long have I thought of this day, Upon which you’d grace me with your presence. On such an occasion I would not Be caught with nothing witty to say.
Hanging on, With two fingers, Clutching to, The edge of,
I close my eyes And I see them All mocking me In their bright white barongs
in a photograph of old times and old faces, i found a feeling, familiar, like that of the handle of an old walking stick to the feeble hands of a man past his prime.
Sitting, crouched and hunched over, On the floor, In a dark corner of her bathroom, She contemplated what had just happened.
A Sinking Feeling
The ship rocks dangerously to its right, And you hold on to the rail with all your might. But you will slip and you will fall, Off the boat, into the water, into the night.
The pen struggles to write fancy words to impress, But is there a need to impress? Impress through scribbles on paper... or flashing fingers on keypads...
Tottering on the edge of oblivion A cliff over a pool of infinite thought To jump would be to embrace it The possibility of infinity
Rest assured you will not feel, Earnestly the weight of my appeal. God above has the strength to heal, Injuries you inflict with graceful zeal.
Really... I am not thinking anything. I can't answer that... Really...
Sitting on a pedestal I contemplate and wait For what seemed to be ten thousand years Ten thousand years of wrongful debate On what to do with these four chairs
Waking from our slumber I find she's disappeared Just last night I held her so close and so dear And now as the sun shines on my empty bed I fear for which reasons why she chose to have fled
She sat at the far end of the room, decked in pink Her eyes directed at the floor, her face locked in a contemplative smile And with a sudden, graceful twist of her head, Punctuated by the soft bounce in her hair as she swung around,
The ignorant frail form opened the lower drawer,
Then the second drawer from the bottom,
Then the second drawer from the top.
She was looking for something absentmindedly,
She could not find what she was looking for.
She finally opened the topmost drawer,
Forgetting to close the other three.
The steel cabinet irked, moving forward slightly.
Then it crashed on top of her in a swift fluid motion