Whenever the Song Plays

It hits like a stone
Thrown from nowhere
To your head
Waking you up
When you are not yourself

“Hey!
What are you waiting for?”

You don’t stop from being still
But you stop and listen to it
From the beginning
Till the last beat of the drum
Savoring what you hear
And realizing what you must.

You say songs affect you
And so does this one

It hits you
And yet you never respond

You just
Collect the bruises

Whenever the song
Plays

~Krizelle R. Talladen

How to Cry

To cry is to let go

 

So let go

 

Let the tears fall

Let them stream, storm,

Form a river

Down your cheeks.

 

Don’t block them

With a hanky

Nor your hand

Nor your pillow

 

Cry while sitting or standing,

Not while lying down

For the rain not to form

Clouds that create puffs

 

And when the tears have

Given up,

Relax, be calm

Get your cleanest hanky at hand

Pat your cheeks and your

Eyes, don’t rub

There might be

Redness but a little while

It subsides

 

Then smile

As if nothing happened

 

And the bright burning sun

You will clearly see.

 

~Krizelle R. Talladen

*This is my attempt for the 2013 April PAD Challenge Day 8.

Thanks

First week scared me
of unpaid leaves, lost students,
and an ugly scarred face.

But second week entertained me
with more time to poem,
write, and read despite isolation.

Thank you, chickenpox!

~Krizelle R. Talladen

*For 2013 April PAD Challenge Day 7: write a sevenling.

So far, I’m going on a third. My doctor advised me to rest for another week. I miss work. I miss going out. But, yeah, I have to recover completely so I won’t infect other people. I have to stay productive. I have to stay positive. AJA!

Day of Valor 2013

Today here in the Philippines, we celebrate Araw ng Kagitingan or Day of Valor. On this day, we commemorate the Filipino soldiers who died and were killed during the World War II especially during the Death March or the march of thousands of soldiers from Bataan to Camp O’Donnell in Capas, Tarlac.

To commemorate this day, I wrote a poem in Mabangong Pagong, my blog written in Filipino. It is entitled “Lakad ng Magiting.”

Happy Day of Valor to all Filipinos all over the world. No matter where we are, what we do, what we say and hear, we must always remember the place where we came from and the blood that runs in our veins. We would not want the lives of those who died be put to waste. Let’s be the modern day patriots and heroes of our nation.

Mabuhay ang Pilipinas! :)

~KRZ

Slowly but Surely

You were snails racing
On the concrete porch
Of my childhood house

Pairs of eyes watched
And waited ’til forever
As your bellies crawled
Your shells followed
Contained messages
In lines and passages

The childhood house
Has long been gone
The same pairs of eyes
Wonder where you are
In this age, this hour

The concrete porch say
There are no mail
No more race of snails

But the eyes say admittedly
The shells may come too slowly
But the messages come so surely
On the tangible hand that wait

Patiently.

~Krizelle R. Talladen

*This is my attempt on the April PAD Challenge Day 6.

Hold that Hand

Don’t move it
Let it stay on the pen
Or the keyboard
Or the keypad

Command it to
Endure the itch
Of a mosquito bite
And not to
Scratch the skin
‘Til it bleeds

Tie both of them
Together
If you must
So they won’t

Sin
Cause trouble
Inflict pain

Or hold both of them
Together
In a prayer

In silence
Maybe
It will stop.

~Krizelle R. Talladen

*My attempt on the April PAD Challenge Day 4

Chickenpox

It’s 2 p.m.
and mom is out
no one here
but me

in front of the green-wallpapered
screen of my PC,
I call Sparkee,

who emits the only
source of light
in this dark room
of mine.

All I want to do
is hide

These bumps, rashes,
blisters that itch so much

To get well or not,
It’s better in the dark

With just this
amount of light

~Krizelle R. Talladen

*This is my attempt for the April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge 2013 Day 2. Very timely.