Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Saturday, May 21, 2011

ONE LAST CRY



I can not evade melancholy
            Nor can I obliterate woe
For I stand abandoned, wondering
At such desolation in life

I have always dreamt of having you
Forever in my possession
But reality bares affliction
You’ll sty in my dreams

So I ended up asking why
Everything seems to fall through
I have to let go of my only you
And risk a painful goodbye

And this one thing I’ll do
One last thing that I’ll mean so much to me
Before I pick up the pieces
And mend a broken me

I’m giving up my tears, my sigh
The memories and my one last cry.


Monday, May 16, 2011

DMB 143



Matagal kong hinintay ang
Dyip patungong langit.
Nang dumating na’y, pasakay
Pa lamang ako. Siya nama’y
Papalabas na.


Nagkatitigan kami at kanyang
Nasabi: “O, ikaw naman, dika
Pwede sumabit.” Nagkatinginan kami
Sa haba ng isang gabing saglit.


Umupo ako at niyakap ng titig
Ang paglalaro ng alam at agos
Sa kanyang buhok.


Umandar ang dyip.
At agad kong nasambit:

PARA!
Kabababa lang ng langit.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

FROZEN


When I shunned away from feeling
And gripped myself into oblivion,
Closed my doors from emotions
And imprisoned myself into the cold…
Empty…
Masking smiles of a lifeless façade
Pretending to be happy.
Sure you are…
Confronted with trouble I cannot deny
That even comfort I try to find.
A life in solitude, I try to fill
This loneliness I cannot hide…
At night I lie wide awake at the open sky,
Wondering what it’s like to be held in the arms,
Whenever you are bleeding and broken,
To be told you’re safe when you’re in pain,
To be tamed like a lioness or stallion in the wild.
How would it feel like to be open?
To open oneself to life;
To never mind the hurt and never pry on doubt
When someone tries to unlock my heart.
How would it feel to be free?
Free to love and be loved,
To just simply let go like the birds soaring high.
Would it kill me to try?
Just once… just once…
To satisfy this hunger for love and trust;
To free myself of this longing,
Of these walls that barricades my heart,
To be cherished, that I would sacrifice anything,
To rest this weary soul and kindred spirit
In the hands of the one I love,
To dry these tears once and for all…


And to be able to speak those words I always ignored…

“I Love you.”