Puisi Dendam Novels & Stories

Parang hinahayaan niya lang akong mataranta at mas lalong nakakagulo 'yon kasi sa pagitan ng tawanan ng mga kaibigan namin, sa pagitan ng ingay ng bus at ng maagang araw na unti-unting sumisilip sa mga bintana naramdaman kong may mga pusong hindi talaga marunong maging simple. Some loves arrive in quiet prayers, Some burn like smoke in hidden airs. One feels like peace, one dares affairs, One heals the wounds, one leaves you tears. And maybe hearts were never meant for fairness, Maybe mine was built for... illicit affairs. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Fog rolled over the bay, the wind strong in the small tunnel of large, old shipyard buildings around her. Kari walked aimlessly for a little while, stopping to take a picture here and there. Her heart wasn't in it, and having two weeks until the actual story pieces were due to Martha, she packed up her stuff and slipped her shoes off, walking to sit on the edge of the pier for a while. Her thoughts took her everywhere, but mostly to Frank. His rejection hadn't yet festered in her heart, but she could feel the pain of it asking permission to darken her spirit.

It isn’t enough. The fight is quiet. No shouting, no cinema. A catch, a pivot, a small, cruel pleasure of leverage. Two masters writing a poem together and pretending it is a disagreement. When he slips, it is not clumsiness. It is grief: he glances once toward the sound of Dara cursing two blocks away, and this city, my city, charges interest on distraction. Dennise’s blade kisses his side and decides it has been a long week. He kneels again. This time he does not rise.

“Hmmm… I don’t really… remember as it… was just song… by the bards… but it goes… like this… “Easy comes, easy go’s. A flower bed, a garden rose. Tress are dancing, wind is gushing. Birds are singing, snakes are grinning.” That is a weird poem, parang wala namang meaning. Napa-isip tuloy ako kung sino ang author at ano ang nasa-isip nya nang maisulat niya yun. “Alam mo ba kung sino ang sumulat non Droon?” “No.” Let’s forget that for the mean time, dapat ko munang unahin kung ano ang ibig sabihin nito o kung ano ang connection nito upang mabuksan ang black box.

[The Obsidian Forge] Ang bawat patak ng dugo ni Dante sa aking palad ay tila kumukulong asero, isang hudyat na ang oras ay hindi na namin kakampi. The wreckage we clung to led us not to a rescue, but to a jagged, hidden opening in the coastal cliffs—isang daan patungo sa kailaliman na hindi pa nararating ng kahit sinong buhay na Iteration.

Each word, a shard, pierced through the armor of my pride, exposing the raw, bleeding mess of my heart. As the first fat drops of rain splattered on my face, her final message echoed in my ears, a desperate plea that tore through me like a rogue wave: "Leo, if there's even a single ember left in our ashes, please, let it spark."

"You!" Wade bristled at my comeback. Then, with a click of his tongue, he said, "You're just a pawn she's using to get to me. My divorce will be final any day now, and she'll drop you just like that. Don't believe me? Just watch." I grabbed the steaming kettle and filled a cup with hot water. "Don't flatter yourself. What do you think you are, anyway?" Livid, Wade grabbed the steaming mug in front of him and geared up to douse me with it. "Don't get too cocky, Thomas!"

"Ehmmm, you don't have to be afraid of crowds, there is Uncle, a cendol (ice cendol) , there are Dimas, Hendrik and Handoko who are also in the corner there, they sit on top of their graves. He continued to seduce me, not to be afraid of the grave atmosphere, and started playing his guitar and started singing my favorite song. Tetes air mata basahu pipimu Disaat kita kan berpisah Terucapkan janji padamu kasihku Takkan kulupakan dirimu Songwriters: Ndank, Stinky

When I greet the daypeacefully, you stabthe day with a knife—a knife that stays,looks like you,a pith in the coreof tireless beginnings.Remembering…I bleed for youred alphabets of time.I bleed, like an ancienttear in the eyeof the strangest wall,the impregnable fogin our midst.

My fingers brushed the hilt and my whole body shivered. My partner noticed, smirk tugging his lips. “Never seen a man more in love with his weapon.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My chest rose and fell too fast. Back in my own room, sword resting across my knees, I finally let my hand slide over it, slow and careful. Every line I’d polished, every strike I’d made, it was all still there. My pulse matched the rhythm of hammer hits I could still hear echoing in my skull. My voice cracked out loud, low and ragged. “Why can’t I finish with them? Why only with you?”