Posted in original, writing

Write Along

Sometimes I write about sadness

Though it doesn’t mean I’m sad

At times I write about happiness

But it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m glad.

And then I write about heart aches

Of how the heart can bleed

It’s not entirely my own

I just let my pen lead.

And so the emotions pour

While I continue to write along.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in favorites

Cursed

Luscious vile a maiden bore,

A downright curse within the core.

Yet chance to change that stray the path

Love shall triumph that singe such wrath.

For that of dreams does not come true,

She knows the pain that must endure.

All that left remain from start,

Of a vile and twisted, wicked heart.

.

.

——————————

The poem is not my own writing. I came by chance of it from reading one of the comments of this YouTube video titled “Cursed – 2D Animated Short”. I am not sure of the title of the poem but since it was on that video, I figured to just have that as the title.

The video was enjoyable. As I often do, I scroll down the comments section. That’s when I found this poem posted by username Cedric Scorch. Link below for the YouTube video.

https://youtu.be/ZMBnrFPwsAg

Posted in Balak (Visayan Poetry), original

Kasing-kasing (Heart)

Been a while since I’ve written Visayan poetry or Balak. Here’s something I came up with.

————————————-

Kasing-kasing ko nag pitik

Pitik, pitik, pitik

Gikulbaan

Gikuyawan

Unsa jud ning gipamati?

.

Ulo ko nag labad

Sakit, sakit, sakit

Napasmohan

Nagutman

Wala kasabot sa gibati.

.

Kasing-kasing nag pitik

Ulo nag sakit

Mata ko gisuwawan

Gihayagan ug taman

Sa kaanyag mo.

©Maria Michaela

————————————–

Translation:

My heart is beating fast

Thump, thump, thump

Nervous

Scared

What is this feeling?

.

My head, aches

Aching, aching, aching

Loss of appetite

Not wanting to eat

I don’t understand what I’m feeling.

.

My heart is fastly beating

My head is aching

My eyes can hardly see

Because your beauty shines brightly.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, Relationship

Like Ice

Walking down the street on a cold night with you

My hands were cold and I thought yours must be too.

So I took your hand and held it tightly

But I realised almost immediately.

It was not your hands that were cold

It was your heart that was like ice, which I knew I could never hold.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, Relationship

Don’t They Know

They say I’m lonely because I am alone

They say I haven’t tried falling in love just because I have no significant other

They say I haven’t truly had my heart broken because I’m single.

.

But don’t they know I’m at my happiest when I am alone?

Don’t they know that I’ve fallen one too many times for the wrong person?

And don’t they know that single people has had their hearts broken more often?