Two years of playing's through
The playground once knew
Will gone to a labyrinth
Strangle will be our breath.
Butchered brain; loser's end
Be gone to house of insanes
Golden sash; winners' gain
Be gone to sit in thrones' of reign.
Wail of despair, cry of insane
Hear 'tis out, those still sane:
Welcome to the field of sorrow
Where life of thee on harrow.
(Dedicated to my blockmates. :D)
BINABASA MO ANG
Novice Thoughts
RandomWords swarming inside my head and can't be said, swims through my veins and get stuck on my finger tips - waiting to be written down. [LANGUAGES USED: English, Filipino and Bikol.] All poems written in this collection are CERTIFIED ORIGINALLY MADE a...
