Just to say, I suck at poetry. Lol. And this poem was written way, way back in the sem that tired the heck out of me -the 2nd semester of AY 2016-2017. Life is a bit not so tiring now. … Continue reading I Am So Tired
When will you stop pointing out the faults of other people? All the things they did wrong When will you stop complaining? Of others mishaps done When will you get rid of the slyness? Your tongue has been painting I feel like you are torn Between those two things that you are Tell me when Continue reading When?
…the moon that pulls the tides of the ocean waters …a lazy Sunday afternoon …the light crimson of the bright colors just before the sun sets …the chirping of cicadas in a tranquil night …the light that scatters in the … Continue reading She Is…
If by any chance you’re out there Please let me wonder Are you crossing rivers Or climbing mountains? If by any chance you’re out there Please let me ask Have you started the walk? Under the bright blue sky I have one thing to ask of you Even when it’s night To not please take a halt I am by the end of the line Rooted I stopped right here Waiting for you Continue reading Pilgrim
I am that kind of girl You will never look at twice I am that kind of girl You will not recognize In a large crowd of black and white I am that kind of girl painted like the color of the night I am that kind of girl You probably will never notice The jet black hair that falls above my shoulders Not even one glance Will you offer my appearance But if by any chance your eyes linger on me To tell honestly I am that kind of girl You will not see so commonly Continue reading I am that kind of girl
As the leaves fall down As they fall and turn to brown Tree was left alone A poem by Hazel Quieta, 2015 Continue reading Winter
The sky cried crimson In the summer afternoon Shattered into stars Continue reading A Haiku
I am a paradox. Two contradicting ideas joined in one sentence. I am concealed by different films of qualities that hide the person that lie beneath the layers of skin and bones. I am both. Sentimental and Rational. Concerned and Indifferent. Uptight and Carefree. Harsh and Gentle. Strong and Vulnerable. Kind and Wicked. Innocent and Guilty. Honest and Deceitful. I am the synonyms and antonyms that contradict one another. I am both the morning and evening. The sun rising and setting. With me, there is no in between. Most nights, I stay awake trying to think of the paradox that … Continue reading I am a paradox
Who am I? All I know is that, I am not my name. I am not the clothes I wear nor the food I eat. I am neither the vessel outside the bones and layers of skin that most people see every day. I am not the broken teeth, black at the far corner of my mouth. Nor I am the small round nose in the middle of my heart shaped face. I am not the straight silky jet black hair that falls across my back nor the thin bony shoulder blades along my neck. I am not the small … Continue reading Prose: Who am I?