Poem

Macario, Erika P.                                                        Professor Joey Clutario

ABE 3-2                                                                June 30, 2015

What would I do

If people judging me the way I do

It affects my personality

That sometimes I need to change reality.

Reality that killing me softly

That’s why I feel lonely

I don’t want this absurdity

Because I need to be happy.

Macario, Erika P.        Professor Joey Clutario

ABE 3-2        June 30, 2015

Hot boiling water to cold-surfaced mug

Like a big hug to a Baguio’s fog

Aromatic coffee with a fresh smell of pine tree

 Will jog you into a morning memory

Brown colored water

Makes your heart beat faster

Creamy-bitter taste

Every drop you wouldn’t waste.

Coffee in the midnight

Offering a hot fight

Fresh smell of pine trees

From a Baguio’s feast

Ecstasy for a pressured brain

Everything was contained.

PILLOW                                

The inviting scent of pillow leads me to he

It appeared to me as fluffy clouds just above me

Reminding me the taste of my childhood cotton candy

I heard the silent burst of air whispering to my ears

As it embrace all my worries and fears

CANDLE

I smell the aromatic scent of a burning wax.

Everytime I look at it, it gives me the way to do it again

I hear crashing of bones when I open the light

You fill the hot air as I hold it

Stays like jelly when it’s melted

ELECTRIC FAN

You will never wanted to get wounded by its sharpy edges of fans

Even the eyes cannot catch the speed of its turns

Giving concentration to its product of air

Mouth watery smell of adabo coming from the pantry.