HIDDEN INTENT

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

Unsaid words I want to deliver;
illegitimate,
conceived,
Unborn yet herald the truth.
Oblivion circles ‘round my being.
Desperately free
yet imprisoned
in deep slumber.
That of ember on coals;
dormant,
Resigned to this romantic indifference.
Running to nowhere ---
I hide.
It hurts,
burns,
shatters,
tears my emotion apart.
Unsaid words I want to deliver
rest in perpetual silence.
Sleeping under my thoughts,
camouflaged on my shroud.
A soothing decay
I dwell---
For all time, forever.

DEBASE

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

1.
Of friendship
in reason.
Of sobriey
in sundown.
2.
Of affection
in peace.
Of love
in time.
3.
Of jealousy
in solitude.
Of impair
in desire.

The End

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

I'm about to say something

that you might misunderstand,

So dont.

The tales were real,

The blood was a river, yes.

And it had its fleet

Through benign and harsh seasons,

Along the immense channels and plains,

Against the deceiving circumvent allure

Of deathly rocks and gliding monsters.

But like every nomad,

Each course has a consummation.

For such, at the place

Where it meets the ocean.

Like a leaf at its own time

Falls from its life source

Void of going back. 

To a New Season

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

The scorching heat of humid days

pierced through the city smug,

trapped into the hazy cloud of dust

from the rumblings of engines and tires

finally into my depths.

Of confusion, I let it in ironically.

After all, the tragic has to come

in one way or another

The rose’ cold, feebled by the strength of words -

departure.

Numb, soon it’ll rest eternally

Under the catacombs of my entity’s resent

Day by day it loses its grip

A petal is left however

Unless the warmth is over,

survival may have its chance

Yet the season still hasn’t howled its final rage

and the last cry would be forgotten.

The scorching heat of humid days

dwells a sweeping killer sound

for a moment now, but not tomorrow

in a day of drizzle –

that, to grow once more

and open another bud.

The Letter

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

And this how i read the letter

Because it was locked,

Tied with glittered thread

And a scent only i can smell.

Careful, everytime i do so,

Flashes the bittersweet memories

Of what was then, us.

With most utmost care

The untying's done and it's time

Every word is a promise

Of love and compassion 

Each word is a lie

Of denials we thought wouldn't come

Every time  the moon meets the sun

A drop of tear is always shed

Yes, not just for a moment

Still i run my sight

Through each line 

Feeling the warmth 

Only such words can donate

Until the cozy fog clears

And my eyes pierce through

What was then a reality 

And sees the lies

At least for every moment

I go back when lies were truth

And truth were shrouded
And the end

A wishful conclusion

A promise broken

And I roll it back to where it was

So it would be a promise to keep once again

To a new beginning

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

From the time my urge to do a blogpost halted, including the episodes in which writing became an obligation rather than a past-time hobby, i have come to a place where moving forward became a major priority. Though my life hasn't started yet, considering all the life-changing events; friendships built and friendships forgotten, heart-melting moments and heartaches, won and failed battles, i'd like to think that i have come a long way. But this time, at this very moment, it isn't about the fantasies and the borrowed laid-back occurrences anymore. Life, at some point, pulls you away from that safe route and leads you to face a moor you have yet to cultivate and introduces you to sweating over responsibilities, new fleets to take, and a new life to live.  

Unchanged

a re-post...

But you are here unchanged. You say not so
In words, but when you placed your hands in mine;
But when I saw the same old glory shine
Within your eyes, I read it; and I know.

And when those hands ran up along my arm,
And rested on my shoulder for a space,
A sacred inquisition in your face,
To read my heart, how could I doubt that charm?