As I Wait For Youby Elaine Aquino
In the darkness Of the sky So few people Walk by And I walk With them Catching This rhythm That silent Repetition Of A love song's rendition As it plays Through the night And as I walk Without you in sight As I wait for you In calm delight To hear you And see you And know you And love you And let the memory of you Seem like nothing When you finally arrive |
Clutteredby Elaine Aquino
Uttered. I Uttered a word in my head. Cluttered. That was the word. It defined my thoughts. It described my actions. It spoke of the world I am in. Muttered. I Muttered that we’re not so different Not at all We seek We find We love Sometimes we take things for granted But we learn And then everything is clear And then… once again It becomes… Cluttered. |
Dropby Elaine Aquino
I love it When it rains The warmth Of the candle In my veins Despite the roof I feel the water Drop I do not want it to Stop Fall Fall on my head Just like before Fall on my head Once more I still love it When it's cold All the more reason To hold Another hand Warm as the candle Another hand I cannot handle So warm The heat begins to rise Before my eyes But There is no pain That is why I love the rain |
Comprehendby Elaine Aquino
The night is a poem Of mystery And Pain And life becomes a story Of what you lose And gain At times you fail to comprehend Why you said, "No" When you meant "yes" You cannot do anything But do What your heart says The night is a complication Of things You cannot comprehend But the night is a lovely creation For broken things To mend. |
I Might Not Be A Loser After Allby Elaine Aquino
I would rather sing to my soul Of the tragedy That is me Than sing to the crowd And let them think I am who I want to be I would rather get up In the morning Being ugly Than spend the rest Of my life Believing I was pretty I would rather bore you Of how life is In all its simplicity Than entertain you With meaningless words To let you think I was witty I may have no talent Not pretty In any way You may have everything Everything All in a day But I keep silent With my passion Something you've never seen Perhaps I might emerge The victor And do exactly as I mean |
Emptyby Elaine Aquino
I have written songs Of love, of life and of me I have climbed a hill To see where I want to be I have crossed a river And felt the water brush my feet I have seen the place Where sad people come to meet But I haven't seen myself Beyond the sadness and tears I haven't crossed the barrier Where people have no fears I haven't climbed a place Where I should have been happy And I haven't written a song That could sing my life's melody. |
Scrutinizeby Elaine Aquino
So deeply wounded In a world of skin When what matters most Is not from within It's always the question Of what you see If they please not your eyes You just let them be It was never a question If their soul was clean Because what matters most Is that eye so keen Too keen to notice So keen to bare That which separates them With every stare |
Poems by E.R.C. Aquino by Elaine Aquino is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License. Based on a work at http://elaine.weebly.com. |