Anthology

marocharim's word collection

Category: Poetry

postscript to pushkin

I loved you; I know I was remiss, My tears put out the embers that remain; And I hurt you in times that I transgress, I want a chance to love you once again. Sleepless, red-eyed, I know I hurt you deeply And to your heart, I dealt a solid blow; Tender is the heart […]

zai jian

today you’ll fly across the sky with snow and tears falling on your shoulders may good fortune meet you where you go for the moment, let me say, “zai jian.” i hope one day that you’ll swing by and our arms will be ’round your shoulders to hear your tale, to ask you: please don’t […]

at arm’s length away from my father

i was always at arm’s length away from my father. his arm was on my shoulders. once, inside the taxi with the smell of gin in his breath. his hardened hands, often met my mouth or the backs of my hands. his calloused hands, crashing on my rear end or the back of my neck. […]

la muerte de los reyes

que venga el rey y su corona ser el amo de los mares y la tierra. Soy paciente, esperando a que mi recompensa: cuando beso a mi novia, como el tiempo va pasando, una siesta, la muerte de los reyes, nos traen alegria. * – halting, inaccurate spanish.

campanudo

El aullido vientos mientras la tormenta se acerca. Como hacen los perros cuando el temblor de tierra.

felo de se

let this be death. you and me, our necks wrapped in nooses made from the same rope our bodies swinging and hanging by the same gallows. as your weight bears down to break your body and breath i ascend, dying at every inch of the way, till my blind eyes meet the sun. let me […]

poem and pain like gin

for something made in nature’s way: every drop of you tears me apart. you fuel my spirit and burn my soul the invisible flame escapes my breath and engulfs me in a smell i can’t stand. you open my eyes to a dizzy world. you hurt me, and yet i take you in. pain is […]

where the two lie

where the two lie are fields of green where the butterflies roam among the flowers and the bushes. the ponds that shimmer with the light of the moon and the morning glows with life. where the two lie are tall skyscrapers where the busiest of people walk among the sidewalks, shuffling by buildings the glass […]

throw

throw me out to a sea, where my gasps are drowned by the sound of waves. throw me out to the gully, where the rush of blood to my head kills me first before i hit the ground. throw me out to the roadside, where the rush-hour leaves tracks on my blood as i rush […]

Chenes

I think that I shall never witness, a poem as lovely as that chenes. A chenes whose hungry mouth is prest, at dahil doon merong nag-text. A chenes that makes-okray all day, and lifts its arms there or ditey. A chenes that may in Summer wear, kung anuman nandyan siya ay kever. Upon whose chestness […]