What I Love About You

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on my neck
That shakes me within.

The touch of your hand,

The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
That strength in your stare.

You kiss on my lips,

Your body near mine,
The stroke of your touch,
Makes everything feel fine

The beauty of your kiss

And that magic in your touch
It is for all these reasons and more
Why I love you so much
 Strange Enemies
If the lineation wins,
I will not pardon myself
The dots on flesh will glare.
A dummy hurricane,
Will envelop the ruinous body
The death will stalk and the predators,
Will have the field day

My own truth cries for an,

Idea of making a complete suicide
On table inside the guts
Flows a column of skimmed fakes
Directions break the geometry of sleeping faith
It was not worth lying

In mind between the dark and grey

Lies the pale of truth
This perspective is a constant pain
Where will the thoughts end
And the ripples begin?
Arguments have become
Strange enemies in war of words
 The Bride
Weave me no wreath of orange blossom,
No bridal white shall we adorn;
I wear a red rose in my bosom;
Tomorrow I shall wear the thorn.

Bring me no gauds to deck my beauty

Put by the jewels and the lace;
My love to honour and to duty
Was plighted ere he saw my face

I hear his impatient charger neighing,

I hear the trumpets blow afar
His comrades ride, as to a Maying,
Jesting and splendid to the war.

Why is my lady mother weeping?

Why is my father grieved sore?
Oh, love, God have you in His keeping,
The day you leave your true love’s door.
 The Love We Use to
Have
I remember when we were always talking on the phone, I
don’t know what’s wrong with you and me, but now we are
not the same no more. We use to talk until 3 in the morning,
but now we don’t even talk before we go to sleep. Every time
I see you, you always say that our relationship is going fine
and that we both still strongly in love, but the way I look at
it, you don’t even care about our love no more, you just
ignore my text and calls. I sometimes wonder if you ever
listen to my voice mail I left for you. I cry every night to sleep
because I feel like our love is separating further and further
from each other. I never thought our love will come this far
where I feel all the pain from you and me. When I cry to
sleep I something wish I never met you, but I guess this how
my life is. I told myself I’ll just have to live with the pain and
hurt until it disappears. In my heart, all I have is you and
your heart. I never want to leave you , but it feels like you’re
trying to push me aside so you can move on and every time I
about that it makes my heart hurt and I cry for a very long
time. I really want to tell you, but all you gonna say is “ It’s
okay, our love going to go fine. Don’t worry about it.” Even
though you tell not to worry I still do because I don’t want to
let you go.
 A Mutual Calling
Brian and In have been married three years,
but we’ve been together ten. We met as
AmeriCorps volunteers on the Pine Ridge
Indian Reservation in Porcupine, South
Dakota - a tucked - away place with a
scattered population of 1000. He taught
computers and played guitars. I taught
English and wrote poetry. In the volunteer
house, we courted each other by making a
phone out of tin cans and strings. I still
remember his voice in my ears. Automatic
goose bumps. A year later, our mother’s
discovered we were born in the same
hospital in New Jersey, 1600 miles away.
Performance
in English

Submitted by:
Lady Dianne Aggarao
Chrisel Joyce Dayag
Submitted to:
Mr. Jett Arao