Marie O. Kant

Paglaum

Angel Octoso

Autumnal Hues

Krysleen L. Granada

Seemingly, a prismatic crystal refracted the misted horizon, as hues of amaranthine and sapphire smeared the atmosphere.

The autumnal breath hummed through my ears; imprinting a memory with a hymn of consolation.

I sauntered my way into the woods, and gently wrapped her favorite daisies in my palms.

I held her perfume out of my pocket and inhaled the heavenly smell of vanilla. Still, the wafting scent traces every part of hers, which left me in an enchanting daze.

I halted as I found her under the maple tree, where our names were crafted on the trunk. Her long and wavy chestnut hair was tousled by the cold breeze. “Darling, I’m here..” I whispered.

My smile turned into a mischievous grin as I slowly strode towards her. I enveloped my arms around her waist, and grazed my hands across her petite frame.

I swayed her into dance, as psithurism crafts soundscapes in our souls, with the melody of sensation, bliss and longing.

Luminous petals of silver suddenly scattered in the night sky, beckoning the radiant epistle of our exchanged wedding vows –creatively encrypted in transfigured light.

I interlocked my fingers along her pallid ones as I continually dance her corpse. “I will always love you.. ‘til death do us part.”

I’ll Be Here

Daniel Mann

Who are you, beyond my door? Why do you call for me? I have sunk deep into my bed, Unable to hear your plea Nor the tears you shed

It’s been too long now, too long Where must I go But deeper within me? For I am my own foe— A lock without a key

Go away, I tell you You’ve nothing to gain I am deep into my slumber For I must have this pain As I weep another summer

Things have come and gone I have pressed back and forth From the past I must resolve And I press on until the birth Of the one who’s been absolved You’re beginning to irk me Why must you be so persistent? What do you know of my woe— Of the world, of my existence, Of the things that trouble me so? Alas, you let out a whisper “Look at the window,” you said There, I see people lost— Far from the lives they once led I saw what the sickness has cost

I look around my room, my mirror I see a man so dull and lifeless The hues of his soul, a clutter Left to be consumed by darkness, Awaiting a light to shine on his color

You, who knocked on my door The antithesis of me One who wanders despite the chaos Not the room where I went to flee Towards the light you guide me across

We must tread forward Despite what has been lost For it is only through movement That our light can thaw the frost So long now, that I have awaited this moment

To witness my colors again

Cosmic

Benz

Discernment of the Moon

Morgan Jade M. Abella

The night turns to comfort like that of a mother’s lullaby. Under the luminescence of the moon, Serenity enjoys its short destination to where the end will lead. Blue devils were present in the scenes of sharing the same entity. Dreadfully seeking for affinity. If I pushed you towards death? Do not erode her for the liquidity of time. I said, I will never fight for life. Sirens were at sound within his vanity. Quickly pushing me to a safe place, Pretending that empathy was non-existent. A vicious prey will it be then? I said, there will be more pain than easy death. He said, if death was not a sin I would have done it. Foolishness was at stake and playfulness is being pulled out by him. Considering its a fun game of comedians in a show, Running away from the calling was considered a pun. Captivity in your endless amours are a possibility, Contentment is not hiding itself from the shadows, Of the watchful eyes of the moon. The mystery an owl can be praised in a temple.

Focus

Jedro L. Cawaling

Achromatic Angst

Shaz Andrei T. Amacio

Living in a polychromatic field of life and death, I stood in front my reflection seeing only black and white, With a clouded mind I took out an ashy breath, Identity concealed by illusions of light.

Tears are swallowed until no more, Such an unpleasant flavor of rotting matter, Mottled into my heart’s flesh, so sore, Vermilion’s fury is pinned by reason to resist anger.

Confused emotions painted onto a wall, Crimson wounds becoming my grave, Memory clips are bleeding as I recall, Asking for a plethora of bliss to ease my crave.

Envious of others aura, pure and phantasmagoric, While I am a shaded shape blender shifter, An unstable fake world who’s sophomoric, The unknown shadow who hides in a monochrome filter.

Like a powerless creature who’s trapped and astray, Surrounded by predators of judgement with manipulation, Under the depth of melancholic cerulean waves that obey, Panting, waiting for the pure crystalline salvation.

Like a powerless creature who’s trapped and astray, Surrounded by predators of judgement with manipulation, Under the depth of melancholic cerulean waves that obey, Panting, waiting for the pure crystalline salvation.

Truly I am a self-destructive saturation, My eyes of disappointment whispered to shut down, Then walked away with no stained hesitation, This is my last time looking in the mirror with a frown.