New repetition.
A step in the right direction,
A foot in terms of light,
A metre that means high,
A world that means clear sight.
The step over the line,
The jump into new feeling,
The side that seems clearer,
The room with no ceiling.
Our drive into the new,
Our piece of the unknown,
Our little bit of heaven now,
Our lives after we’ve grown.
My second chance at life,
My sweet and relished breath,
My now open eyes,
My walk away from death.
Your strong smile,
Your bright eyes,
Your aging memories,
Your thoughts are always wise.
Life at its finest,
The most beautiful struggle,
Pieces falling into place again,
Life, the most frequent juggle.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
