Gone

Gone

you’re the one
who crippled me
‘cos my choices
my ideas
my dreams
my hopes
were never
ever good
enough for you
not even
the simplest
color of my nails
to the most
complex
house decor
so, yeah
it’s all on you
you’re always
the one
the only
best.

but i tell you
gone are those
days when men
rule the world
when husbands
have more power
than wives
when men is
the only voice
when their minds
bear the
ultimate
sovereign truth
when men
are given
ample rights
and opportunities
than women.

gone.

For David’s Weekly Prompt:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/29/w3-prompt-9-weave-written-weekly/

Rebirth

Rebirth

a change of heart
reinvention
a rebirth
whether literal or metaphorical
it is a momentous occasion
in our lives
a moment of great change
an extraordinary development.

literature offers a smorgasbord
of rebirth stories
from the classic rebirth story of
Ebenezer Scrooge in Christmas Carol
who sees the errors of his ways and transforms
to the magical love story of Beauty and the Beast
when Belle realized there was more to the Beast
being just a beast.

i have my fair share
of rebirth stories myself, the ones
that did not only change my ways
but my perspectives and my disposition
in life, in situations, and in handling people around.

but my greatest most amazing
rebirth story, if i may say
is when i met you when you held my hand
for the first time, when you kissed me
and embraced me and made your own
that my love was a total rebirth for me
it changed not only my ways, my perspective,
my disposition, but it changed
my heart and soul.

‘cos nothing and no one could beat the fact
that love, when true and pure and honest
that love, when endures the test of time
that love, when held on for so long
is the best rebirth story
one could ever tell.

P. S.

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For Reena’s Exploration Challenge #236

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Groovy Kind of Love

Groovy Kind of Love

’twas a groovy kind of love
what you had with your first love
i would never forget when you said
under the moonlight starry night
he declared his love, so raw
so pure so true so real
what happened after was surreal
you were left struggling in the dark
unsure of what the future would be
what used to be a love so true
was broken, was destroyed
so easily, so hastily
that groovy kind of love
turned out to be a modern twist
of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.

Unannounced

Unannounced

how do i mend my broken heart?
my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope?
for everytime i look at my self in the mirror
i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.

that broken piece of me you took away
i don’t blame you for that though
but i must say i hated you for leaving me
just like that.

unannounced.

how dare you not give me the chance
the chance every human being deserve
the chance to say goodbye
the chance to watch you go.

but you went.

unannounced. unnoticed.
and i don’t know if i could ever
forgive myself or you, or the circumstances
sorrounding your departure.

it sucks.

it hurts.

it pains me so damn hard.
and i don’t know how to get over it.

you left me dad.
unannounced.
and i am broken

even decades after.

P.S.

Happy Birthday in heaven Papa๐Ÿ’•

Sixty-Five

Sixty – Five

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine
no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting
quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder
as our minds travel back in time when we  were young and restless
when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine
the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms
for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew
and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall
easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can
a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine
wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces
a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me”
who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you
and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start
even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.

so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together
when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.

For David’s Weekly Prompt

We’ve Never Dated

We’ve Never Dated

can we be together forever and ever under the city nightsky?
we could cuddle together anytime anywhere
we could have popcorns and unlimited coffee over re – runs of “Friends”
we could probably have scared or annoyed our neighbors
for all the noises that we make
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

we could have our friends around over breakfast, lunch and even dinner
let our kitchen be your stage as i could barely make a gorgeous meal
i’d be the proudest to flaunt you prepare dishes we both go crazy about
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

can we just go anywhere take me out or take me somewhere
it doesn’t matter where, for as long as you are with me
celebrating our love that has been kept for so long
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

we could stay up all night laughing at my silly epic jokes
or we could write the most romantic, sappy love story
everyone romantic soul would go crazy wild about
it could be as romantic as Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights”
or as tragic as Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

we could have Valentine’s Day any time or Christmas on a summer day
it doesn’t matter anyway, we could celebrate anniversaries
even if it isn’t our anniversary, who cares for we’ve been deprived
of those for for many years, many summers, and many days
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

take me out or take me home it doesn’t matter where
we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

for Eugi’s Prompt:

Okay

lecture time๐Ÿ˜„

narrative poetry was favored by medieval poets, most notably exemplified by Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, which is a collection of 24 narrative poems. Narrative poetry reigned in popularity all the way through our time.

Narrative poetry explores important themes, such as self-discovery, courage, death, loss, friendship, mercy, suffering and endurance.

Okay

do you ever tell her stories of how your day went by?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

do you ever tell her how you hated your boss terrifying you all the time with his non -sense demands?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

do you ever tell her how you get excited over simple things that make you happy?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

do you ever tell her how your feeling so bad when your ill?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

oh, don’t get me wrong! ‘cos it’s okay.
and damn! that’s the thing.
i need to be okay.

Not True

It’s Not True

there would always be a silent drowning pain
in between my “i’m okay” and “i am fine”
whenever you are there and i am here.

there would always be a raging war in my head
in between my “it’s alright” and “i understand”
whenever you are there and i am here.

for truth be told it’s never okay and it’s never fine
‘cos i am not alright and i would never understand.

but, that’s just how silly life could be
you could be out there somewhere
and i am here.

the distance would always be never okay
the separation would always be never alright.

that’s just how things work
and “it’s okay”
“it’s fine”
“it’s alright”
and “i understand”

Love Was There

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo…one day to go and its over….

Love Was There

in an array of crowd i look for you
i look for your smile that obviously brightens my day
even in a room filled with massive people i still hear your voice that sends a loving signal into my heart
and oh, dear i smell you in every single perfume there is in the room.

and, i wonder.

even with the intriguing, interesting conversations i have i want a conversation with you, only you; for i felt more connection talking to you
i felt it especially in between our pauses and silence
i felt the agonizing need to say more, to talk more
i felt the excruciating pain of the need to say out loud  why i want you, you of all the people around.

and, i wonder.

people come and people go, some we may have forgotten, others we remember
but if there is one constant companion i have in my heart, it was you
i see you around in every corner where everyone is busy minding their own lives
i hear you in every song played on air in FM stations as i travel alone
i smell you in the aroma of my coffee each time i take a sip
and i feel you holding my hand as i cross the chaotic street of the city.

and, i still wonder.

for over the years and over time i still haven’t figured it out
i still haven’t realized, until today
we were never really been friends all along
‘cos damn! we were too dumb not to realize, ’twas love all this time
i guess it was just you and i who haven’t figured it out
for friends say, it doesn’t take a genius to know that love was there from the beginning.

love was there even in our silence.

there was love.

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

What If The Road

What If The Road

we took on the long drive with ease and confidence
only when the road is clear and the world is in complete silence
we took on the life’s challenges bravely without a fuss
only when the circumstances and odds are upon us

what if the road is a long narrow stretch?
will you still take on the challenge and put your skills to the edge?
what if the road is icy and slippery; treacherous?
will you take on and proceed to your destination even if its dangerous?

the road is not always clear and safe
life is not always a bed of roses, the question is
are you strong enough to take the risk?
or are you weak to just tweak and retreat?