dark mode
my weary eyes stare at the flashing words on my screen, reading them almost too repeatedly; my eyes are already screaming, "we're strained already!" yet, i won't dim the…
106 anonymous poems, newest first. Every poem is free to read and published without a byline.
my weary eyes stare at the flashing words on my screen, reading them almost too repeatedly; my eyes are already screaming, "we're strained already!" yet, i won't dim the…
Hindi ko maabot ang iyong tinig, ngunit ang iyong anino'y laging nasasalamin sa dapithapong kulay ng aking pangungulila. Sa bawat pagkulimlim ng langit, naglalaro ang iyong mukha…
You were never mine, So I couldn't assume I lost you. All that I owned were my feelings And I couldn't say that I've lost them either.
it stayed just long enough to feel real— then vanished like it was never mine, an evanescence.
"one who reads is one who breathes," yet, when i read the glimmer on your eyes for too long, what irony: it knocked me breathless.
A frog croaked, "rib it!" So, the crocheter obliged Hooks and loops and hops