Poetry Collection C

Mermaid

On a rock by the shores of the Wet Blue Sea

Sat a maiden so queer that she startled me.

Adorned on her hair were sea stars and weeds.

Her neck was surrounded by pearly white beads.

She had a snow white face framed with wet tangled hair,

And her dull blank expression had nothing to share.

But what struck me the most was her shiny green tail.

They were carefully studded with shiny smooth scales.

Her black marble eyes were empty and bare.

She then turned her wet hair and shot me a stare.

I held on to her gaze and swam in a trance,

My heart beat so wildly I wanted to dance.

She looked at me intently without a word,

And I continued to stare, feeling very absurd.

I opened my mouth, but not a word came.

I just stood there, said nothing, and she did the same.

I came to my senses when I saw her blink.

She dived on the waves before I could think.

The creature was gone in the blink of an eye,

And swam to The Sea without saying goodbye.

www.ruthy_hello@yahoo.com

Philippines

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This is hell

I'm forced to live in a hell called home

No one's here so I'm all alone

Scared of the dark with no one to run to

Where are you when I most need you?

You made me believe that we were meant to be

Saying you love me and you'll never leave

You made me feel as if you were the one

I was so stupid, I actually believed

Now you're gone and I'm all alone

Someone helps me, I'm sick to the bone

Sick of everything especially you

I can't believe I actually loved you

I'm sorry boy but I can't forgive you

I gave up the moment I saw you kissing her,

Why don't you just go some place and wither?

Enough is enough, I'm so broken

I should have known better

I shouldn't have trusted you boy

I was so dumb I couldn't see the truth

I feel so stupid for feeling like this

Words may deny but hearts don't lie

Deep inside I'm still madly in love

In love with you and all your ways

Help me God I just want to die

Nicola Fionna F. Delos Santos

III- St. Campion

nffairy_94@yahoo.com

Philippines

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"Unheard Voice"

It's easy to run away,

Hard to stay away,

Hard to stick around,

But even harder to, come back..

To face it all,

To live my life,

Wishing you were here,

When darkness, turns to light

My unheard voice,

This unheard voice,

Will always be for you.

Our unheard voice,

Will never be broken,

With you..

This voice was always for you.

You'll never lose me,

Why dont you hear me?

Now im here alone,

Shattered into a million pieces,

Can you hear me now?

Carmina Mari Ilustrisimo

ilmo_200@yahoo.com

Zamboanga City, Philippines

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Broken Wings and Fragile Things

The first man I gave my heart to

I gave it on a string

Back when time was ripe and it was gold

And it had fully feathered wings;

He took it like a child and then

Played with it for a time

But like children do with toys

He tossed it, lost it like a dime;

He might have left it with the Puck himself

Or on a branch for the Faerie folk

Who flipped it, hurled it, let it fly

And took it as a simple joke.

They locked it in Pandora's Box

And threw away the key in

So when Pandora opened it

It half-escaped with a damaged wing;

My heart, poor heart, was tattered, torn

For it had turned into a scarlet red

It breathed so longingly in heavy beats

And every time it cried it bled;

As if this was not enough for them,

It was shot and partly ate like meat

Until it rolled on downhill

And stopped at someone else's feet.

The man, no one I knew at all

Picked it up, defended it

He took it in his hands and then

Brought it home and mended it;

He restored its missing pieces

And sown them together with a thread

And kept it warm under his blankets,

And sheltered on his bed;

And when the time came he knocked on my door

To return that fragment of my soul

But I had no heart in me to take it back

Though in my chest there was a hole

The last man I gave my heart to

It's now strung up on a string

Time has passed and its passion red

Now mended from its broken wings.

Regine Miren D. Cabato

regininers@yahoo.com

 Philippines

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