Few words for them

Few words for them

Those who are condemned by humanity

Those who seek the refugees

Rushing to every emergencies to walking you home safely

Those are the people of great honor

Those are the people less honored

So called frontliners we say

With much pride and courtesy

But who are they?

After deaths and anticipated partakes

Scriptures say, "Heroes of today"

They build nests in tightropes willingly

In a battle of no wings, none wins not easily

They'd saved lives and a few of the hostiles

Before the low pressure and into the storms

Fighting empty and discreet

Always losing with chills compromised

They have lost time for their people

They have lost their people

They have lost their stories too

And they're outside saving our people

And they're outside creating new walls

They bend their knees and called us heroes

They truly are, kudos!

My Very Fairy World

Welcome to my world

I am stiff as a jelly stick

Soft as a dried cement

Courageous and fun

But oblivious most of the time

Welcome to my world

I woke up with an early riot

And end up in a clash of virtual pillowtalk

I wander by the bedside window

Skipping meals as a deaf-muted fellow

Welcome to my world

Getting scolded with my childhood agenda

Getting squishy with the wrong propaganda

At least I would be silenced

After all, it seemed right and furnished

Welcome to my world

I know people can lie with words

People can be flawed by emotions all fraud

But the spot on point

Creates sweet demons and raging angel talks

Welcome to my world

I am an overrated mundane

Of remorse and lamentations

Yet morning and tomorrows seemed undone

New and budding exquisite pronouns

Welcome to my world

My old news is hunting me

So I started to live in yesterday

I know, I know, I always knew

I want the life of Gerry, "The Very Fairy Princess."

The earth has a fever is there a cure?

4.6 billion years ago the world was as colorful as rainbow

The sky was blue and the clouds was never sorrow

And as the night turn bright for the new beginning

Wild and free as the sun in the morning

I saw that beauty with todays devastation

It seemed unpleasant with the weird collision

"The grass is always greener on the other side"

Is it as terrible as saying everyone is a blindside?

Mother earth is sick and pale out there, oh hear my dear

Ask the little children is there a cure?

Is there a cure?

With todays scary new normal are we secured?

I wonder will I ever run around the meadows bare and naked again.

Nevertheless, I have grown with the immortal words of Rizal

"The youth is the hope of our nation," my pal

I will stand in the same ground as my hero

I am a "resistance" for a beautiful tomorrow

I won't be a walking cliche, not anymore

I will unleash the will of what's in store

It will take the oceans and the mountains

Plus all the birds and the dancing trees

I know coping with survival will take me a lifetime

And I know I can't have it with a broken world of sublime

I will assure upon leaving my carbon footprints in this ground

I will rock my chair and make a good sound,"we are the cure"

Just like a book with a promise

I live in the attic of houses

A rhymed poem for a brother

A lullaby sang by a long skirted mother

Counting from ten to one

The creep desire for the long gone

Dashing with the brights of blacks and whites

As the sea turn dark at night

The pages are history, torn down

My precious yet though forgone

You'll meet me halfway

I am an old soul and I love differently

Too young to care to old for despair

Everyday you roll the dice

Each and everytime you smile uptight

You have a beautiful mind

Perfection is no word

Your fantacies are bigger fraud

Good things are in the palace

What's next lies behind you

The bigger the picture the lesser you see

A small lie is as big as can be

Living believing is harder than hard

Brief talks turn you around

The movies and unicorns

The songs and fairies

Are buts not ifs

A mortgage foe untold

Open your windows

Look at the stars and the full moon

When it sparskles and the bird sings

Wake up its the morning again.

Gingham cubes

I don't want a room in square

I don't like a four cornered shell

A triangle door is fascinating

Yet my grandma will stop entering

I have a tunnel as a reading nook

There I found my brothers magazines overlooked

Above it is my rounded bed

I cant figure how to fit my toes and head

I saw a film a boy lived in a coffin

I figured how terrifying could it be in

But my sister and I share the beds

And oh my sister is a claustrophobic freak

I could not have it that bad and wept

Instead I ordered gingham walls

Abruptly they painted me gingham cubes

Then I thought I'll have gingham shorts

Gingham cubes

I don't want a room in square

I don't like a four cornered shell

A triangle door is fascinating

Yet my grandma will stop entering

I have a tunnel as a reading nook

There I found my brothers magazines overlooked

Above it is my rounded bed

I cant figure how to fit my toes and head

I saw a film a boy lived in a coffin

I figured how terrifying could it be in

But my sister and I share the beds

And oh my sister is a claustrophobic freak

I could not have it that bad and wept

Instead I ordered gingham walls

Abruptly they painted me gingham cubes

Then I thought I'll have gingham shorts

Words in the Woods and vice versa

I was special as a baby my mother would say

I walked through my mouth first rather than my feet

It was awful to hear but I tried to stand on my head about it

I think Miss Word brought me here and vice versa

As the song say, "words are all I have to take your heart away."

I flee since I met Miss Courage and vice versa

I made the path and unknowingly hurt my way

It was not as delectable as rainbow wiggles

Nor was it as tasteful as green tea kitkat

I take off with Miss Undoubtedly and vice versa

I entrusted nothing to the days

It was just another broken journey as they would say

With the birth of negativity and pessimism

I was fond of my pad and my diary

And there at my nightstand I created the melody

I was a lone wolf with little goodnight lights

But it was the exact spotlight I always needed

Finding solace in the stories and new words

Singing songs with an inked microphone

I met Mr. Wonder halfway and vice versa

Every early midnight and past the moonlight

With an opportunity to seek the similes

After all I think it was what I was born for

The girl in the wood with the words

Gladly I'm meeting Mr. Wisdom on the way and vice versa.

By: Krichelle Anne Y. Escarilla