Poems by Nery Joy Ochea
POEM 01
What from the distant past causes me to regret the present?
What gaps exist inside that nobody else has seen?
Which of the two roads should I take?
Taking into account the positive effects?
If I feel out of touch with reality, how will I know I'm on the right track?
Going far down into the pitch-black void,
What is waiting for me on the ground that weighs me down?
The deeper I delve,
the more I regret it.
The box of sorrow is illuminated with hope.
But why do I still feel so gloomy and depressed?
Supposedly, tomorrow
When morning comes, the sun will rise in the sky.
Oh, I hope it will rain to fill this dry life of mine.
Pour me into a pretty vessel.
Every moment I wake up, I want tranquility.
POEM 02
Your name is something I still treasure;
It's something I wanted to keep forever.
Your name is the only one I want to call out;
I can do it, but unfortunately, in a voiceless shout.
Whenever I miss you,
I want to smolder away like a depressed candle.
I couldn't help but look for you from every angle.
Ideally, I'd forget your name,
However, it's simply too impossible.
However, I believe one day,
I'll never think about you again in my heart.
Someday, your name will just melt and depart.
Your name will fade into obscurity.
It will simply vanish and disappear easily.
POEM 03
I hold a lovely soul in my grasp.
whirling in time to the melody's beat.
She's wailing inside.
but shows no face of sympathy.
You're worn out, poor soul.
In the bed of thorns of the future, sleep.
It will undoubtedly bring you peace.
Nevertheless, it hurts and is bloody.
POEM 04
Suicide—oh, what a big word!
A word that everyone murmurs in anguish,
Without considering what this really entails.
Oh, you wretched soul, have you ever had self-doubts?
How will it be up there when you pass away?
Would you like to feel yourself in the sky?
Will your tears of hopelessness dry?
Close your eyes and reflect for a time.
What is death, and what is life?
Have you ever witnessed the light of freedom?
If you didn't look for it, you wouldn't find it.
They claim that suicide is a free choice.
Poor soul, don't let your thoughts deceive you!
Have yourself some faith, and by fire, avoid being caught!
Don't heed to the voices of death; instead, feel your heart.
If you choose life, you will understand what breathing is.
POEM 05
The hopeful thread is severed by a painful scissor,
And it gracefully let itself fall.
The throng was drawn in by its soulless, silent movement.
Surprisingly, a dubious mindset began to emerge.
However, it does nothing but remain still.
Nothing but calm was sensed by the cut thread,
Because it treats suffering as if it were merely another toy in life.
It simply kept gazing the sky,
Like nothing just transpired.
Soon, silver liquid began to flow down its lovely, dejected face.
It then shut its eyes, seeing nothing but peace.
POEM 06
Along the tranquil mountain's stream,
A lonely melody may be heard.
A lovely grin can be shattered
by the sobbing eagle's singing above the tree.
In the downpour, combatants dash across the forest,
Found themselves disoriented in the dead of night.
From above, the stars radiated dispassionate light.
Nowhere did they find any hope.
Dead trees remained in place, motionless.
Awaiting the life that tomorrow will bring.
They had seen the sweet lovebirds fly away.
Leaving behind scars from the past and a bleak future.
The forests, which once played a lovely melody of life
Becomes now the dread of hope for hazy tomorrows.
POEM 07
I’d rather keep myself in my shell;
Rejection terrifies me.
I want to shout my name in victory—no, I cannot!
The judgment and curiosity in their eyes is palpable.
It bothers me—I kept it inside.
Must I venture outside? Would it be better for me to remain silent?
Tell me, tell me!
Oh, tell me, dear answerer!
What must I do?
Am I supposed to keep this forever?
Alas! It's not a victory,
Just some lies, I suppose.
It has to do with that emotion, the one that endures forever.
POEM 08
The eagle came flying toward me, which I witnessed.
Its eyes display both rage and sympathy.
Run, run away, myself! Hide your hideous emotions!
I'm in such a panic now—no, it's too late, dear.
The claws had snagged me.
It whisked me away—away from myself.
Ah, what a strange place this is;
I should yell for help!
I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear.
But it was powerless; everyone simply vanished.
I suddenly saw a flurry of memories.
I recognized myself in it while I was present with everyone.
My attempts to blend in have gone unnoticed.
With friends and actual family, everyone is busy.
My heart was literally tearing into bits.
Fortunately, I received consolation from someone.
And she goes by the name of Loneliness.
She has a certain way of being friendly to me.
She drags me back to her sad past, when everything is unpleasant.
We both lead the same existence, which is useless and dead.
So, we both made the decision to cut our lives short with a knife.
POEM 09
A soothing voice of pardon,
Quietly whispered in my ears.
I shut my eyes,
Felt the heart's tender and loving embrace.
It's okay to grieve and release your guilt; everything will turn out just fine.
My eyes opened, and they were filled with a brightness of emancipation.
How amazing it feels on the inside; how fortunate to be alive!
I feel my chest tighten with joy.
Undoubtedly, it is the greatest.
POEM 10
The brisk wind mumbled,
A dejected grin emerged.
The astringent liquor was sipped,
My lips were lured in by sweetness.
the whiff of yesterday's promise,
All that is left now are memories.
The injuries had healed,
Scars did still exist.
The journey that we shared,
There were no longer any footprints.
Oh, the lovely lullaby, now sung through tears.
One's love is being embraced by you.
Forgotten how sweet mine is.
Your tender, delicate touch on my heart,
Are now the stabs of the enemy.
I most likely made a mistake,
You escaped my grasp.
I'd never want to part with you.
However, you're too big and strong.
Someone else is calling you now love.
Oh, what a charming name!
Wish I could still call you the same
But it's certain that it won't happen again.
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