SWIFT AS THE MIDNIGHT

by Mark Jhon Cardoza Oxillo

Once, there was you, a total vigilante shit,

Took everything in your hands but won't admit it.

Captured me with sweet nothing, ready to commit, 

But then left me hanging like "You're on Your Own, Kid".

I don't know why, it's vague. Can I ask a question...? 

What went wrong, why the sudden change of decision?

Like the snow on the beach, it was a perfection,

But was sorrow when it went out of direction.

I'm an anti-hero, trying my very best,

'cause you're the mastermind, putting me on a test,

But thankfully, I got out from your shitty mess.

So, careful 'cause I'll just let karma do the rest.

The end of this maroon-themed "film" of ours comes near.

As swift as the midnight, it'll always disappear,

But it gave me lessons to learn and to ponder,

With that, I am grateful, always and forever. 

Now in the lavender haze with the midnight rain, 

Easing the labyrinth I had so much in pain.

For years, bejeweled with dramas I can't restrain.

Now, the raindrop's keeping me calm, peaceful and sane.

ooOoo

Lost in Direction

Lost in Direction

by Mark Jhon Cardoza Oxillo

The wooden seat was left empty for us to sit, 

While the wind blew hard like a storm's about to hit,

But unlike the wind, you're calm, quite the opposite,

And the connection between us just can't trasmit.

I wore the same jewel that you gave me months ago. 

Back then, we're happy, there's love between me and you. 

Like Disney characters on a picturesque view,

We've shared memories together and nothing felt blue.

"I'll never leave you" was one of your statements,

But everything has changed, turned into fragments. 

You've lost interest, can't contain all of my sentiments.

I don't know how to get out from these predicaments.

I can't fathom you leaving me so easily.

You used to make jokes to make me laugh loudly,

But now, the joke's not funny, it makes me weepy,

And happiness has turned into insanity.

There's no sign, never expected this to happen.

It really hurt me so bad like I was smitten.

Tearful eyes were the only thing I can attain. 

How I wish these drops of rain will cure all the pain.

As the rain dropped, you stood and held my hands so tight.

Seconds passed and we're pictured in that dolesome sight, 

Unclenched our hands, we were out of words to recite.

You turned your back at me and never glanced just right.

You walked languidly, took the road less travelled by,

I took the other way under a gloomy sky.

As we parted ways, heavy rain fell from up high,

And that's our prosaic but remarkable goodbye.

I thought I've lost you, but 'twas a misconception,

I lost me, it was such a late realization.

One thing that I have learned from this tribulation

Was finding myself from being lost in direction.

oOo

Clandestine Love Affair

 

Clandestine Love Affair
by Mark Jhon Cardoza Oxillo

Morning fresh air was pleasantly breathable, 
As the sun rose, daylight became visible. 
In the woodland where I saw you standing tall, 
Well-groomed, kempt and agreeably gentle.

Smiles greeted us as our eyes met expressively.
It was like we have missed each other sincerely, 
And we both drew ourselves closer intimately. 
Your both hands gripped in mine inseparably.

Sat on a board talking 'bout our secret language, 
It is the only thing that the both of us can engage. 
If someone sees us together, we'll be like on a stage, 
Be judged, talked about, others might went savage.

Always the woodland is our secret rendezvous,
Frightened about the things we've never been through. 
We're like musicians making our first ever debut. 
A lot of time is needed for it not to be called a fiasco.

Then, the time on your wristwatch turned six, 
You suddenly stood up faster like you did some tricks. 
We bid our goodbyes 'coz we're afraid of the risks, 
About to part ways so I kissed you on your cheeks.

Our love may not be that ready for the world to discover, 
But that doesn't mean we'll keep it in the burrow forever. 
For you, happiness and love are the things I can share. 
I'm just grateful having you in our clandestine love affair.

oOo

That Was Swift

That Was Swift

by: Mark Jhon Cardoza Oxillo

"I thought you were the 1, but you left me hanging.

Life became dark, messy, rowdy and free-falling,

when you cut off our so-called invisible string.

I can still remember, that was August seven."

I was much in loved to a lady named "Betty",

She's from the last great american dynasty.

We're like Jack and Rose, she's rich, I'm in poverty,

And this is about our fairytale-like love story.

I was 22 when we first met out of plan.

She was wearing a red dress with a cardigan.

I was in total awe for at least a second.

Everything was perfect like the beam of the sun.

An innocent face, everyone would hesitate,

She's like a mirrorball, careful, she's delicate,

But she came for peace, and yes, we all do like it,

She then walked near me, pushed by destiny or fate.

Along Cornelia Street, she bought some of my fruits,

While buying, she caught my heart like a thief that loots.

She smiled at me, 'twas perfect like quotable quotes.

I trembled, wanted to shout like an owl that hoots.

And that became the best day of my existence,

'Coz I fell in love with her as deep as a trench.

And she regularly bought fruits, gripped it in clench,

I was the happiest, smile was always in presence.

Everything was all too well, bright as the daylight, 

But everything has changed and all turned into fright,

When our illicit affairs were known and in sight, 

But what they've heard wasn't a hoax, it's true, they're right.

Her mother knew it and became a mad woman.

She wanted us to part ways as far as we can.

Her father was ireful, thought me as just no one, 

Then my tears ricochet, it's getting out of hand.

Betty was put on exile, far from me to catch.

I was in epiphany why she didn't made a latch,

Because the both of us weren't really a match.

It felt like death by a thousand cuts, I can't patch.

Now, this is me trying to move on from the pain,

Not ready for it but reality comes in.

We are just like the lakes, we don't meet in the end.

The story of us was a cruel summer I'd been.

The folklore of me and you should never be kept, 

Lover of a lady with reputation to lift.

Speak now in fearless or you will be in grief.

If this was a movie, it's haunted, that was swift. 

oOo