Bahandi

By Jean Carla Molina

In this debauched life that I’m into.
I want to decapitate the darkness.
The downfall of my dreams caused me… still.
I’m drifting away into dreadful flight of hell.
I’m losing my mentality, I want this so called martyrdom
To help me disappear in this so called…. fake paradise.

Whichever way I choose… still in vain
I’m still stuck in this cavalry…
I want to have a body full of calluses to protect myself from harsh things and sufferings
That barricade my anticipation.
So much for the word that left unspoken…
So much for the pain that digs my soul.
I wish someone comprehends in the deadlock
Between me.
This emptiness that was kept inside, please
Replace it with eternal deliverance.
I have given my best shot but still
I don’t have the best reward.

By Charisse Mae Tibule

You asked me once
True, firm and sure
Your words seem to be
But my ears
Confused, doubted, questioned
In my thoughts
Will or will not?
You heard it right at once
The answer is the question.

Second time, take two!
Same words uttered
Final judgment is it?
Seated as time whispered
Smiles, eyes that talk
No word to voice out
But there is still
Second announcement:
Let time tells when.

Now, all is cold
Different, gap, wall!
Perhaps time had spoken
I turned goodbye
Let go and sighed
‘Till you follow me here
I will, I do — in heaven!