DONT BEAT AROUND THE BUSH

Angel Missy Roble

I know you are insecure, arent you?

Reckoning all the flaws you sought;
My keen figures now corrupted.
I know you are jealous, arent you?
Cant cease from opining ludicrously,
Wanting to bruise my name intensively.
I know you are broke, arent you?
Trying to fill up your claims with pleasures;
Silently killing the victim.
I know you are wrathful, arent you?
I have all what you want,
Now you curse my presence.
I know you are grievous, arent you?
With all my triumph, there you are growl with tears;
Pitying your bad luck.
I know you are hinky, arent you?
Asking how I did, like its an idiom,
Just so eerie that you cant fathom.
Undo that camouflage in your skin;
Let your true colors be unveiled,
Have courage, you are gifted but not with what I have.

LITTLE FLORA
Melfrance Espada
Prune not this Morning Glory
That blooms in innocent summer
Sprung in your regal contained.
Piqued by you, deity
Who spawned me unexpectedly
Should I whisper it to the wind?
Or confine it to the sea?
But what is to be ashamed of it, anyway?
When its all pure adoration;
Voided of carnal regard
Though you are seasons ahead,
Who doubted the fullness of my gleam
Let spare days prove my worth
Soon enough the inside beauty will show
And desired maturity will glow
Be patient, stranger in my little flora world
Leaves are jauntily falling
Summer is about to end
Should God forbid this taboo feeling
Then wilt will I be in thy next glimpse
Come near, mystifying being
Thy suffering will not take long
For in a little while,
Youll see me in peak bloom
As dazzling as anyone around
Just come and be my gardener
Water me with your smile
Enrich my ground with you presence
That I may survive the fleeting summer
And well be tomorrows best thing to happen.