The screen flashes on, the name stays put, the careless word of the nomads world tames the unruly heart...
The conversation stays on, one sided, the questions undecided, the fatal blow of no more than 3 variations of a single word doesn't phase away...
The word play ceases, the phone backs on a long pause, the flash never hails on...
The fireworks burst open, the flames of the candles brighten the darkened room, the happy faces surround the cold stone heart...
The clock ticks on, the wishes piles on, the mechanic tick of every remembrance stays put...
The nightfall helms on, the clock ticks on, the day ends, the name doesn't flash on...
The sight of no more wishes, of no more memories, of no more pretentious misbeliefs, swings in, settles in and falls to a sudden stop...
The smile backs on, the fatal heart steadies on, the strings detach, the hope of one last try dies...
The end parts like a broken heart, unconditional, unclear, uncertain...
The hope of a silent wish finally passes on.
BINABASA MO ANG
Jaded Reality
PoetrySome Realities are hidden safely in cages far away from the guilt of being judged at, from being gawked at, to form a veil to hide beneath in order to look as humanly happy as possible. To hoard down dark secrets, ultimately sulking in a murk so da...
