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Dana Belo
Essayist and Poet
Bulacan, Philippines
Hi! My name is Dana, I am a self-taught writer who loves to write poetry. Occasionally, I would also write essays and prose. Writing is my passion and an outlet for thoughts. I can also call it a sort of oasis, an escape from my everyday life as I am majoring in Economics as a sophomore in the Philippines. As Taylor Swift puts it "a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy." Luckily for me, I am quite enjoying having to be both at the same time.
Writing, especially poetry, has helped me turn my jumbled and wandering thoughts into art. It is a puzzle with thoughts as puzzle pieces, completing the hidden art of thought through words.
Come and enjoy the poetry of my mind.
Desolate Shadows: A Poem Inspired by The Knight by Edmund Blair Leighton
Jul 28, 2024 1 month agoWhat was yours was not just a name For it teases at the opening of my ears Faintly riding on the melancholy of the silence The cruelty of fate or so it was named as such My palms were as empty as the sky The feel of your face like clouds drifting I would hold them upward And they shall wait for a storm of you forever The seas await a departure that a heart cannot bear to witness The sound of a voice, the feel of a face, the sight of you It grows ever so vague and silent Like phantoms as the dawn breaks What was mine was not just a name For it sails distant lands but never drops its anchor Like a poem unspoken by your lips Parts of you that I could never touch again Shadows of you linger and stroll about Forever without the presence of a master They sit and lean by the rocks you once touched Your outline on the walls of a humble home Time was an enemy But for that moment it was my friend Like gasping for air, I traced your figure, your lips, your fingertips The final plead before the goodbye I am but an empty abode And on my walls are traces of you It yearns, it calls, it haunts How long shall it yearn How long shall it call How long shall it haunt For the sound of your voice, the feel of your face, the sight of you.
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