where the water rushed,
i surged
and cooled the embers
that once burned.
i let them loose,
spilled the smoke
from my gut
and it shrouded the rest
of earth.
Until I lifted from myself,
the ashes of my soul
and buried them like
a long lost treasure—
marked by a trail of
coal.
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley