Author: Nathan Gabriel Protestades

  • A Requisition For A Hello

    at night when the stars gloom and shine so brightI dream about when will Iexist in people’s eyeswhen wind passes byand shivers sent by the nighthad come on my bed and sighI dream of relief all-wiseI was in silence all aloneand no one checks my lonely soulI have given my life a wholejust made my…

  • Why We Speak?

    why do we speakwhy do we talkhow is it possiblefor us to say our thoughtswhy do we speakeven our mouth and headis full and overflowingyet drained and dry and roughare we just speakingbecause we wanted to conveya message of sorrow and agonywords of emotions and paindo we know the greatnessof speaking, tunes, and soundsor what…

  • For The People To Hear

    I speak as I am without filters and such. I speak to be freed and be understood, and all about. I speak as much as I could for my inner being must be not strained. I speak, as now I’ve learned it does not matter when no one would listen. because you speak and you…

  • To Walk In A Bit Of A Platform

    When the end and the beginning meet, it’s always the memories that clench. For things that move inevitably, is in blood was gripped to stay. Irreversible is the time, for you to dream of it to go back to those days you both enjoy the company of being together. Because to know and to be…

  • It Was Once

    it was once that I was adoredto feel specialbe invited forit was oncethat sunlighthad bestowedmy unwary soulwill it ever repeatthough life brought me beguiled but the fact was deceitit was once for the deedit was once that I’ve to imaginean existence is worth be livin’it was once that love screamsand it was heardnot just a…

  • As We Flee From The Place of the Sun

    a puddle— jump! bushes filled with flowers of many. in a diverse colorful way was presented. pleasing imagery of bloom and pondered happiness. you smell each of them. you smile. you enjoyed the odor of the fresh smell of flowers and leaves being dampened after a long period of rain. you ignore the beeps and…

  • If Rain Could Ever Speak Without Raindrops

    We sighed so loud we tend to be heard. because we’ve never been heard as it was before. I stand against a raging flood that passes my feet. The water is too cold to handle. it’s too cold to stand on and stay. it’s too much for something we expect—rain and everything that comes with…

  • A Monologue of Flowing Waters

    darkness is already here, as I walk along an isolated pavement.I keep my hands inside my pocket; the warmth brought by it fulfills the emptiness that lies in my restlessness. where am I? I am lost in a middle of nowhere—a place I do know.where is it? I seek something that will never exist—something that…

  • Lantsa Dolor

    “Hapon ng Agosto a otso, mil novecientos noventa y ocho, at papunta kami sa parke ni Rizal si Rien habang kumakain kami ng sorbetes. Cinco lang ‘tong kay Mang Berting kaya alam na niyang suki niya ako simula pa ng maliit si Rien dahil kada linggo, alam nya nang aalis kami ni Rien kaya humihinto…

  • A Tiptoe on a Damp After the Rain

    coldness enters the roomits air feels the ambiancethe feeling of longingfor someone’s undermines as I look my eyes below on my paper as I writeI wonder how she isI wonder where she might she’s soft yet tough to be teased it ain’t enoughfor it to fall apartis to make the base succumbed the basis of…

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