Paalam

Una't huli ko na ito, ikaw na rin naman ang nagpasya na lumisan. Ikaw rin naman ang may gusto na piliin ang iyong tinatakahak. Bagama't ikaw ngayon ay nawawala na para bang isang ibong hindi alam kung saan tutungo. Ikaw na ngayon ang nagpapasya ng lahat, diba't isa sa mga dahilan ng iyong paglisan ay ang pagkontra ko sa iyong mga hindi kaaya ayang desisyon?. Kaya naman ngayong wala ng pumipigil sayo humahayo ka't naghahanap ng bagong madadapuan upang punan ang iyong masasamang gawain. 

Una't huli ko na ito, oo napakasakit ngunit kailangan ng kita pakawalan pa, dahil sobrang hirap ng dinudulot ko kung ako kakapit pa. Hindi naman kasi ako ang pinili mo. Kun'di iyong maling tao na akala mo ay tama.Ayoko man iwan ka pero kailangan, dahil hindi na ako yung taong kailngan mo. Dahil siguro tama nga sila may dadating sa buhay ng tao na mananatili at ang iba ay lilisan. Pero masakit lang isipin kasi nasanay na ako na ikaw ang kasa kasama. Pero hayaan mo masasanay din ako na wala ka sa tabi ko. Masasanay ako na hindi na ako iyong kapuyatan. Masasanay din ako na iba na ang hinihintay mo sa dati nating tagpuan. Masasanay din ako hindi man ngayon pero alam kong darating din ang araw na yun.

Una't huli ko na ito, ito na ang pinakamahirap na parte ng buhay. Pero kailangang magpatuloy, laban lang ikaw nga nila. Hindi man ganun kadali pero malalagpasan ko rin ang yugto na ito. Salamat sa lahat. Ito na ang hulingnpagkakataon na magsusulat ako na ang pangalan mo ang kakambal. Huli na ito at sana ikaw ay maging masaya na.


-Hydrogenx

Bakit Tila Napakabilis Naman Ata?

Katanungan na laging hinahanapan ng kongkretong sagot. Bakit nga ba napakabilis? Tila hindi natin namamalayan na unti unti na pala nawala yung binuo mong tiwala, unti unting sinira ng mga taong akala mo nandyan sa oras na mahina ka. Hindi natin namalayan na naiwan na pala tayo ng panahon, ikaw nalang pala ang naiwan sa ere, walang gustong sumundo sayo dahil masyado na silang malayo para maabot ka pa. 

Napakabilis ano? Di mo namalayan lahat kaya ngayon nangangapa ka padin pero hayaan mo masasanay ka rin. Wala namang permanente diba? Sa bawat yugto ay may pagbabagong hindi maiiwasan. Kung sa una’y napakasaya at akala natin kontento na tayo, pero sa paglipas pala dun natin malalaman ang tunay na halaga. Minsan pa nga’y hindi ko naiwasan magtanong saan ba nabibili ang care at value? Meron ba nun sa mercury drug? o baka naman napupulot? Mga katanungan na mismong ikaw alam mo na ang sagot pero ikaw lang tong ayaw aminin sa sarili. Gayun pa man dapat tandaan na ang halaga at pake ay kusang binibigay hindi hinihingi at binili. Di natin kailngan mag plead sa tao. 

Sa paglipas ng panahon, napakaraming pagbabagong hindi inaasahan. Na nagiiwan ng bakas ng saya at lungkot. Masasayang sandali na nabuo sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon na nag iwan na ng marka sa bawat puso’t ala-ala. Kalungkutan na nag iwan ng kirot at hapdi bawat puso. Gayun pa man kailangan nating matutong maging matatag at makasabay sa mga pagbabahong magaganap pa saatin.


~hydrogenxx

"I know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain. Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow."

She wants out. She says she doesn't deserve me because I've been too sweet and all. The thing is, she has become part of my daily life. A day's not a day without her. I've been crying a lot lately, that is true. I don't deny it. She deserves all my tears and all the love in all the world. Maybe I'm the one who's not enough. Hell, what's the sense of this? I mean, she wants out, and she will be gone so very soon. Hoping that she might stumble upon this, I want to leave a last message.

Please know that I'm gonna let go of you, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you. I always do. It's just I don't want to force you to stay. I love you. You have been my life, my world, and quite soon, my death. My eyes have grown tired of weeping. Take note that after all, after all that's been said and done, after all the wasted laughter and coming tears and borrowed times, you will always be my joy.

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-RAIN CHECK

Teachers

In the world where we are in school

Teachers are the one who ruled

They are our parents in our classroom

Adviser when we are in a situation that is doom

Teachers teaches us lesson that we need to learn

And it is something that could make us earn

They train us to be a better person in the near future

So don't think it as your torture

Teachers scolded us sometimes because we are wrong

Not because it's just their trip all along

They always want us to realize what we are doing

Because it could make a mistakes without us realizing

Teachers plays a big role to every student

They could be a friend, adviser, or a parent

A teacher always deserve an award

Love is your gift as a reward

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The lost king

The king was lost in the middle of his journey
His followers began to persecute, till then he was lonely
None of his allies ready to catch the sharp sword
They are only good when the king is the lord
Their loyalty starts and ends only in a single word
They bind unity in a brittle cord
He was in grief while loosing his crown
Facing at the mirror he feels frown
Now the king becomes a Ludicrous clown
His indescribable throne easily thrown
One thing is good the queen is at his side
Ready to love him and find castle as a guide
The queen is the source of power when time he cant take a ride
Queen of all goddes whom restored the kings pride

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Missing You

Darling the day you left I almost died

It's hard to sleep without you in my sight

Oh, you don't know how much tears I cried

The sadness in my eyes I cannot hide

You're the reason behind my darkest night

Darling the day you left I almost died

I'm stucked here waiting like a groomless bride

Please pull me back before I lose this fight

Oh, you don't know how much tears I cried

I dare to make the moon and stars collide

Just to have you back here my, brightest light

Darling the day you left I almost died

Its hard to forget you how much I tried

I feel defeated like a swordless knight

Oh, you don't know how much tears I cried

I'm dying to have you back in my side

I miss the moments when you hold me tight

Darling the day you left I almost died

Oh, you don't know how much tears I cried

Kagalakan

Hindi mo man hanap-hanapin ang aking mga liham tulad ng dati, hahanap-hanapin pa rin kita.

Sa nalalapit na pagwawakas na pinapahaba lamang ng nauubos na apoy ng oras, nais ko lamang ihayag na ilang tagumpay at pagkakamali man ang lumipas ay hindi ko malilimutan itong mga panahon na ako'y iyong pinapaluha't pinapangiti. Unti-unti kang naging parte ng aking sarili, tulad ng mayroon akong kanang kamay, mayroon din akong kaliwa. Sa luhaan kong pagmamakaawa na huwag ka nang lumisan, wala akong pinagsisisihan sa bawat minutong ako'y iyong pinaghihintay sa takot na baka habambuhay na kitang hindi makita.

Kaya, sinta, sana'y wag kang mawala.

Paano ka ba mananatili sa tao na hindi mo naman gusto? Paano kita mapapangakuan ng walang hanggan kung hindi tayo sigurado? Tuwing nagseselos ay pinapaalalahanan ang sarili na inggit ang nadarama. Tuwing naiiyak, pilit pinipigil. Tuwing namimiss ka, pilit pinapaniwala ang sarili na hindi kita kailangan pero ang nakapupunyetang katotohanan ay kailangan kita at wala akong pakielam sa sasabihin ng iba basta ang alam ko ay kailangan kita at ayoko kang mawala pero paano nga ba kita mapanghahawakan kung sa akin ay ayaw mong kumapit? Pasensya ka na. Mahal lang talaga kita. Di ko alam kung paano ko lilimitahan, gusto ko akin ka. Sana nga akin ka.

Sa sobrang pagsinta ko sayo, gusto ko nalang malusaw ang pag-ibig na 'to para di na ako nahihirapan ng husto.

Sana nga hindi nalang kita nakita. Sana hindi nalang tayo nagtagpo. Dahil ayoko ng ganito. Ayoko na may kinatatakutan akong mawala. Ayoko na may iniibig ako ng husto. Ayoko yung nasasaktan ako pag may kasama kang iba. Ayoko yung wala akong magawa dahil ikaw lang ang nasa isip ko. Ayoko na hinahangad ko ang atensyon mo na higit pa sa paghahangad ko ng sarili kong atensyon. Pero ano pa ba ang magagawa ko? Mahal na kita e. Yayakapin ko nalang to. Kahit na imposible kitang mayakap sige yayakapin ko nalang to, at baka sakaling bukas, ikaw na yung kayakap ko.

Courtesy : Glory May Asahan

-Rain Check

Pagkakaibigan

Ang ating mga kaibigan ay lagi lamang nandiyaan at iyong maaasahan

Hindi mo na sila kailangan pang tawagan kung kailangan mo ng mahihingahan

Sila ay handa kang tulungan kahit saan at kahit hindi mo na sila sabihan

Sila 'rin ay laging nakasuporta at handa kang alalayan

Sila ay handa kang samahan sa iyong mga kabaliwan

Tatawanan sa tuwing ikaw ay may nagawang katangahan

Ngunit dadamayan ka sa tuwing ikaw ay masasaktan

At ipagtatanggol sa lahat ng iyong mga kalaban

Hindi na kailangan pang marami ang ating mga kaibigan

Mas importanteng alam mong sila ay totoo at may katapatan

Hindi 'rin importante kung ano ang kanilang katangian at kung ano ang kanilang kakayahan

Ang pinaka mahalaga ay may pagmamahalan at pagpapahalaga sa inyong pagkakaibigan

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Landas na tinatahak

Dalawang libo at labing pitong kalye na ang nalampasan ng manlalakbay...
Bawat klaye niyang nalalampasn ay dagdag sa taon na siya ay nag simulang tumayo at maglakad patungo sa kanyang mga adhikain. Hindi naging ganoon kadali ang mga nakalipas na paglalakabay. May mga pagkakataon na kailangan niyang tiisin ang mga sugat bunga ng pakiki pag tunggali niya sa mga halimaw sa daan. Kapag ang mga sugat ay sapat ng naghilom ay mapapaso naman ito ng matinding init at kung minsan mababasa ng ulan. Kalaban ang mga halang ang bituka sa daan at ang panahon ay nanadya ang manlalakbay ay matapang na nilampasan ang mahabang mga kalye. Wala rin siyang tinag kahit na ang sarili nalang ang kaagapay. Sa pagpapahinga niya ay di inaasahan ang delubyo sa pang dalawang libo at labing pitong kalye. Mas matitibay na halimaw,na nag tatagalay ng sungay at kapangyarihan mula sa kadiliman. Sinusubukan nilang harangan and daanan ng manlalakbay. Buong lakas silang sinugod ng manlalabay tangan ang espada ng kagitingan habang baon ang determinasyon.  Sa pagpapatuloy ng pakiki baka ng manlalakbay ay sumabay pa ang pagsama ng panahon na siyang nagpahirap sa sitwsyon. Ngunit dahil buo ang loob ng manlalakbay ay sabay sabay niyang napataob ang mga kalaban as gitna g delubyo. Pagkatapos ng makasaysayang digmaan ay agad siyang nilapitan ng diwata ng ulan at agad na hinilom ang kanyang mga sugat nag turan ng "mahal ko kasamamo ako sa susunod pang milenyo".
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Natitirang Piraso

Sa dagliang pagbigkas
Pagsuko'y iyong mababakas
Mga luhang walang takas
Mga ala alang lilipas

Sa pagdating ng isang dayo
Kay bilis ng iyong paglayo
Madali nga naman sayo
Dahil wala namang tayo

Hindi dapat ako nagtiwala
Maling sayo ay naniwala
Wala naman akong napala
Sa huli pa ay nabalewala

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Lucifer

                God is up to something. I know it. He’s been contemplating for too long in his room, only brief intervals in between. He’s bored. He wants something new. He wants to have more than us, His angels. He wants… purpose.

                I run down the golden corridor of heaven. I am running late for the worship. God hates latecomers. I’ve heard he has something big to announce. I wonder what it is. I come to the venue. Stand in the front line. He appears from the clouds in that usual robe glittered with diamonds brilliantly bright.

                “Angels, I have decided to make a man. I will create him in my likeness. He will be as perfect as you all are, except he will dwell in Earth, a planet that I will also create to perfectly sustain his life.” That is His announcement. All of us are boosted with excitement upon hearing the news. We then sing praises to him, as always.

                I fall to bed. Everyone is off-duty, even God Himself, or is He? I say my prayers and prepare my dreams. Suddenly, someone begins to knock on my bedroom door. It is God. Before I get to open it, He slams it down. He enters and tells me, “You are going to give me purpose, Lucifer. You are going to envy me and thus create evil. Everyone is going to despise you and everyone is going to love me more thinking that they need me more than ever. You are the sacrificial lamb, but hey, I am God.” He goes out and shuts the door. Is it really possible? Can I really envy God for all his glorious creations? I don’t think so.

                Another day, this is the day man is going to come to life, and God has summoned us to behold. I’m feeling something in my heart. Something dark. I do not know what it is. Anyway, comes the time God creates His man. He always wants to prove he’s great, doesn’t He? Yes, I mean, He’s  God and all and we all know it, He doesn’t have to flaunt His highness and perfection. What does he desire? Endless gratitude? He has given us life but what life is life if spent exclusively for Him? It might as well be HIS life. Don’t we have freedom? Are all slaves like this? Well, sorry, God. I have grown tired of kissing your ass. Oh, is that a man? He’s wonderful. It would be a shame if someone took advantage of his vulnerability to temptation. Uhm… 

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-Rain Check 

Rapunzel

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One day the woman stood at the window overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of the finest rampion: the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed to eat them. The desire grew day by day, and just because she knew she couldn't possibly get any, she pined away and became quite pale and wretched. Then her husband grew alarmed and said: “What ails you, dear wife?” she answered, “If I don’t get some rampion to eat out of the garden behind the house, I know I shall die. 

The man who loved her dearly, thought to himself, rather than let my wife die I will fetch her some rampion, no matter what the cost. So at dusk he climbed over the wall into the witch garden, and, hastily gathering a handful of rampion leaves, he returned with them to his wife. She made them into salad, which tasted good that her longing for the forbidden food was greater than ever. If she were to know her husband should climb over the garden wall again, and fetch her some more. So at dusk he went over the wall but when he reached the other side he drew back in terror, for there, standing before him, was the old witch. 

"How dare you!” she shrieked, “climb into my garden and steal my rampion like a common thief? You shall suffer for your foolhardiness.” 

“Oh!” He implored, “Forgive me but I was desperate. My wife saw your rampion from her window and longs for some so badly that she will surely die if she does not have some.

Then the witch grew calmer and said: as you say, you may take as much as rampion as you like, but one condition only -- that you give me the child your wife will shortly bring into the world” said the witch but she feels uncomfortable with her decision she just wanted to have a baby but he can’t. But the man agreed to what the witch asked. 

The child was born and the witch appeared, and gave it the name of Rapunzel. She is the most beautiful girl under the sun but when she was twelve years old the witch shut her up in a tower without a stair or a door, for the reason that witch didn’t want Rapunzel leave her and find her true parents, she didn’t want to be alone again.

But after a year a prince came into the woods and passed by the tower he heard Rapunzel singing so sweetly. Everything changed so the witch decided to cut the hair of Rapunzel because she thinks that she deceived him while she was gone and cried harder. The prince came back after a year and saved Rapunzel. The witch's left alone in a desert and guilty about what she done and promise her that she will not do the same again and change herself as a good grandmother in town.


-Hydrogenx

Ang Inahing Manok na Mapagmahal

One morning, I, together with my sibling, woke up without our mother hen. I think she left because she's searching food for us. And I also think that she is in the river, where in there were a lot of worms which is our food. We decided to play in the backyard while waiting for our mother to come.

When she came, we were all confuse when we saw the fear that was written all over her face. What did happen earlier? I just asked myself.

"I nearly eat by the lizard. " Our mother hen, exclaim. So, aside from Hawk and Crow, we should also be careful to the Lizard.

"Why are you scared from Lizard?" I ask. "Its because, Berto the Lizard killed your father. Your father is brave and he was the leader of all the chicken here in our place." she replied. "So, all of you should be careful." she added.

One afternoon, we asked our mother to go in the river and she happily bring us there. When we get in the river, my siblings and I were so happy to see that there were a lot of worms to eat. We really do enjoy eating worms, I am sure that we will be full after this.

Because of our happiness we didn't realize that the Lizard is ready to attack us but our mother hen is fast. Using her beak and sharpen nails she started to attack the lizard. And I think that because the lizard is now injured he don't have a choice but to run.

In what we have seen, I have realized now, that our mother loves us so much and she will do everything just for the sake of us. And I now realize how lucky I am to have a mother like her.

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Original Story

Isang umaga ay maagang pumunta si inanh Manok sa gilid ng ilog. Maraming pagkain doon na maiuuwi niya sa mga anak. Tahimik na tahimik si Inang Manok. Natigil siya nang makarinig ng kaluskos. Nang lumingon ay nakita niya ang isang malaking bayawak. Bago pa nasunggaban ng bayawak ay kumaripas siya ng takbo. Laking pasasalamat ng inahing manok dahil nakaligtas siya. 

Nang dumating sa kanila ay nakalawit ang dila niya sa pahingal. Maputlang-maputla rin siya sa takot.

"Muntik na akong makain ng Bayawak, " balita niya. Takang-taka ang mga sisiw sa nakitang takot ng ina. 

Nalaman nilang bukod kay Lawin at kay Uwak ay may bayawak pa silanh dapat ingatan.

"Bakit kayo takot sa bayawak? " tanong ng isang sisiw sa ina. "Dahil ang pumatat sa ama ninyong si Tandang ay si Bertong Bayawak. Sobrang tapang pa ng inyong ama dahil lidee siya ng mga manok sa lugar na ito," sagot ng inahin.

"Kaya mag-ingat kayo."

Isang hapon ay niyaya ng mga sisiw si Inang Manok. Nagpunta sila sa tabi ng ilog na malayp sa pinagkitaan sa bayawak. Tuwang-tuwa ang mga sisiw dahil maraming bulate sa kanilang napuntahan.

Sa sobrang tuwa ng mga sisiq ay nag-aagawan sila sa pagkain. Maingah rin silang naghabulan. Maliban kay Inang Manok ay walang nakapansin na may marahang kumakaluskos mula sa malagong damo.

Sa halip matakot ay nagtago si Inang Manok sa isang mataas na bato. Tinanaw niya ang nagkakasayahan niyang mga sisiw. Nang makita niyang si Bayawak ay bigla niya itong inunahan. Pinagtutuka niya ito at kinalmot ng kaniyang mahahabamg kuko. Napilitan tuloy tumakbo si Bayawak.

Nakita ng mga sisiw ang ginawa ng ina. Natuklasan nilang ilalaban sila ng patayan ng Inang Manok.

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DRIZELLA

Everything was fine and smooth we lived in place were all our needs are present in abundance. We called our home a castle which governs by love. Our parents are the best among all. They didn’t just provide us our needs but also they raised us with compassion. I have two siblings and I am the youngest of all. The oldest among us was named Anastasia. She was quite strict and always misunderstood because of her not so good attitude but I believe she has the good heart. My younger sister was named Cinderella. She is kind and sweet and that is why I don’t bother even we are not have the same mother.  Siblings rivalry is cannot be avoided. Anastasia was easily getting rid when Cinderella was having a quality time with our father. But because we are family we always stay together while copping up with conflicts.  I, Drizella the youngest in our family who always brings joy to us, but the joy I always brought in our house became not enough to overcome our grief when our father died in an accident.  That incident brings a great impact and changes in our family. Our home that we treat a castle filled with grief and misery. We lost the king of our family. The lost of our father was the start of family conflicts.  I saw Tremaine, my mother how she cried a lot. Her tears can make the great flood. And her face was tired of crying. After the death our father she started to develop anger management. Her patience also died. Cinderella was less fortunate among us, she lost our father and my mother treated her as a maid. She was deprived of all the privileged things.  The oldest among us always mistreat Cinderella as if they are not siblings.  I saw how the life of Cinderella became a hell.  I always want to help her but my mother and other sibling feels I am traitor. I can’t do anything expect for being blind and depth of abuse experience by Cinderella.  I became too happy for Cinderella when the time she decided to go the ball. She wears her beautiful dress but Anastasia tear her clothes. Without the knowledge of all I bought a gown for Cinderella and let wear a glass shoes. I am also the one who rent the gig for her wonderful arrival at the party. I saw how she enjoyed the party and as her sister and the one witness her pain and misery I became happy for her. But that enjoyment was limited, my mother was given us a curfew at 12 midnight.  I don’t want intercept her dance with Grand Duke. We need to rushed and be homed before the curfew so we run away from the party without noticing that Cinderella left her one glass shoes. That shoe was used by the duke to find Cinderella.  The Grand Duke makes his way to find Cinderella. And at last when the Glass shoes fit in Cinderella’s foot the Grand Duke marry her. 

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Gasping in the Wind

I paused in my breathless run, dropping my bag in the dirt and clutching my side. The pain was like tiny needles jabbing into me. A stitch in time just hurts, I thought. It was my own fault for daydreaming so long. I had set out just after breakfast to pick blackberries for my mother to make into jam. It was only when I'd caught faint sound of my mother's voice on the wind that made me realized how late it was.

Another call sounded, louder and more threatening. I looked out into the distance, trying to distract myself from my labored breathing and my aching side. Dark clouds were flooding the horizon, and the first hint of the storm kicked up dust from the path. I stood, hunched over, hands on my knees, listening to the twin howls of my mother and the wind.

I wished I had someplace else to run.

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EDSA-Noveleta (Ito po yung una kong nagawa bago ko naalala na Filipino nga pala yung medium, so I thought I'd post it as well)

                It is half an hour past five and I’m on a bus homeward. Traffic turns out to be forbidding, I’m stuck within its wrath. I look out the window. I notice this silent lake. An often-ignored sight of tranquil waters. I watch its smooth surface as it seems to wave towards me, but it never comes. The sun himself is reflected on this liquid mirror of wonder. Calm. So calm. I may watch it all day and feel like only a second had passed. A timely blessing in an infuriating crisis of cars and right of way. What a picturesque view. Something I would want to share to my girl if I had one. I sit there. On a rock bus-seat, maybe the hardest I’ve ever sat on. Fifteen minutes pass, but I don’t care. I enjoy the view. The dynamic wrinkles form an endless cycle and shift. They aren’t wrinkles at all. Slowly, the sun comes down. The evening is arriving. Still on the same exact position for almost an hour now. Don’t I love the Philippine roads? Before the sun completely fades away, everything is perfect. The skies, the birds, and of course, the lake. I put my headphones on to listen to my favorite song. This shall make perfect even more perfect than the perfection of the latter perfect which seems not to be perfect enough so it shall be more perfect. It plays. Lyin’ Eyes by Eagles. God. It’s going to be awesome. Here comes Glenn Frey… and right at the moment Glenn begins to be heard, the bus moves about seventeen meters forward, banishing the view of the lake and facing me to a morbid and unpainted wall vandalized with phallic drawings. Lots of them. Lots.  

 The late Glenn Frey, ladies and gentlemen. Rest in peace, champ!  

Courtesy : NY Daily News 

-Rain Check

Pusa naman e!

                Sa pag-sapit ng oras kung saan ang abusadong kapangyarihan ay pinaka-namamayagpag, bakit nga ba ang mga inosenteng kuting ang nakakalmot? Nasusugatan ang malalambot na damdamin (at kakyutan) ng mga anghel na “miyaw” lang ang kayang bigkasin sa talambuhay nila. Walang salitang kaya nilang bigkasin ang nakasasakit o nakasisira, ngunit bakit sa tuwing ang aso ay nagwawala, sila’y mainit sa kanyang mga mata?

                Biro lang. Yung asong puti na nakikikain, este nakikilamon sa aming bakod (na kaharian ng dalawang reynang pusa at dalawang prinsesang kuting) ay mabait at magalang kahit hindi siya marunong mag po at opo. Ibabahagi ko sayo ang kwento ng isang hindi inaasahang pagkakaibigan at magastos na pagpapalamon sa apat na mga baboy. Este pusa.

                Isang araw, ang aking kapatid, na hindi ko pangangalanan, ay sumilip sa aming bakuran, at doon ay natagpuan niya ang isang kuting. Tila ilang araw palang mula ng masinagan ng haring araw. Hindi maimulat ang mata at umiiyak. Hindi niya ito pinansin. Umulan. Pagkatapos ng ulan ay muling sumilip ang aking kapatid, na hindi ko pangangalanan, at dalawa na ang mga kuting! Muling umulan. Sumilip ulit ang aking kapatid, na hindi ko nga pangangalanan, kulit ah? At hindi, dalawa pa rin ang kuting. Dumedede sa kanilang ermat na ubod ng ingay kapag gutom. Kasama niya sa pag-aabang ng biyaya at pagpapakita ng kapal ng mukha ang kanyang kapatid na aking pangangalanan, si Boop. Sa kanilang apat siya lang ang aking bibigyan ng pangalan kasi siya ang pinaka-mataba. Mula noon, binigyan namin sila ng bahay at kasiguraduhan ng pagkain tatlong beses kada araw.  Nauubos ang pera ko dahil sa cat food pero ayos lang, kahit hindi.Charot! 

               

Photo Credits: Glory May Asahan (EDI PINANGALANAN KO RIN YUNG KAPATID KO WALANGYA)

-Rain Check 

Ang nag-iisang lalaki sa buhay ko

Malakas, matapang at maaasahan. Ganiyan kita kung ilarawan. Palagi kang nasa tabi ko kapag ikaw ay kailangan. Mahihingian ng tulong kahit saan pa 'man. Masipag,  maaruga at mapag mahal.  Ito pa ang mga katangian mo na aking minahal. Ikaw ang unang lalaking sa akin ay nagmahal ng ako ay iluwal. At kahit sa tigas ng ulo ko ay hindi mo ako kayang ibuwal. Ikaw ang aking naging sandalan tuwing ako ay nasasaktan at makakapitan sa oras na ako ay nangangailangan. Mga problema ay lagi mong binibigyan ng paraan. Lahat-lahat ay ginagawa, maiahon lang kami sa kahirapan. Kaya salamat, dahil, kahit kailan 'man ay hindi mo kami pinabayaan. Hindi ka 'rin nagkulang sa iyong mga pangangaral. Istrikto ka 'man ngunit hindi nakakasakal. Pinapaalala mo lang kung ano ang mga bawal. At ng may matutunan kaming mabubuting aral. Ikaw ay aking pinupuri dahil sa iyong katangian. Tunay nga naman na ikaw ay dapat na hangaan. Isa kang huwaran na haligi ng tahanan. Kaya Papa, salamat sa iyong kadakilaan. 

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Alas Otso treintaycinco

Ang makata sa unang pagkakataon ay kinakapos ng mga letrang ililimbag. Ang mga ideya ay naglayas na animo’y wala ng planong bumalik. Ultimo ang gasera na nagbibigay liwanag ay andap andap na. Mula sa paa umaakyat ang lamig at namumugto ang mata sa antok. Ang diwa ay bumubulong ng paghimlay. Ngnuit sa kailaliman umahon ang nagpupuyos na mga linya na nagpapahiwatig ng tungkulin ng makata sa pagsulat. Kasabay ng pagpatak ng relos sa Alas otso, treintaycinco at nagsimula na rin pumatak ang tinta sa papel ng makata. Pagod man ang pisikal Ngunit ang mga prinsipyo ay nagnanais bumangon. Lahat ng itinatapon na segundo ay sinusulit upang bumuo ng kapanapanabik na piyesa. Para sa makata ang pagtupad sa responsibilidad ay ang tunguhin ng buhay. Kayat kahit sumabak siya sa malayong paglalakabay ang responsibilidad niya sa mambabasa ay di naisasantabi. Palagi niyang nais pukawin ang atensyon ng mambabasa na animoy magnanakaw na may iniwang aral. Kayat kahit pasapit na ang gabi ay nagsusulat pa rin ang kamay na walang kapaguran. Ang pagsusulat ng makata ay hindi maisasantabi dahil nagiging larawan siya ng isang taong tumutipad ng tapat sa tingkulin. Kayat ang mga susunod na magsusulat ay tutulad sa kanya. Naniniwala ang makata na kapag nawalan ng saysay at pagibig ang makata sa pagsusulat ay mawawala ang kinabukasan ng bayan dahil ang mga akda ng makata ay isang gintong pamana sa kultura at litetatura ng bayan. Kayat kahit pasara ang isipan buong puso nagsagawa ng isang akdang nagpapalala na ang tunay na makata at tapat sa tungkulin at bayan. Ang bawat letra na itinakda ng makata para sa tungkulin sa mambabasa ay hinugot sa kanyang inspirasyong may mga matang nangunusap at labing nagsasabi “magsulat ka na mahal ko”

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Ano Pa Ba?

Panahon na nga siguro upang magwakas
Pag ibig sayo'y makakalas
Kailangan ko ng matinding lakas
Upang sa bitag mo ay makatakas

Siguro nga wala ako sa hanay
Ng mga gusto mong makasama habang buhay
Ititigil ko na ang paghihintay
Sapagkat puso'y malapit ng mamatay

Sa bawat ritmong binibigkas
Pagsuko'y iyo ng mababakas
Hindi na hihintayin pa ang bukas
Dahil ang puso mo'y kailanman sa akin hindi magbubukas

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Adorable

A wretched poesy written sans thee
Is farewell to the verse I dost espy
A praising not a tone philippic be
Thine espousal shan’t wipe my sorrows dry
Nor shalt thy luminous eyes rise and shine
To tell of love which hast I never known
E’en in my evening dreams thou can’t be mine
Why should this vestal passion love alone?
To behold thy conceit is my dear pray
To those master-stars, writers of each tale
Of lives enriched only to waste away
And thou art a beauty calls to unveil

Rather than art, on thee I out my stare
    My lovely, dreamy, adorable fair

Courtesy : Manny Fajutag 

Promises

Promises were made to be broken

And so, it always makes our heart suffer

We also broke our own promises just to get even

But still, we believe and hoping in it forever

Broken promises can break a person's heart

So don't easily make promises and blurt

Promises are not just a statement

Because promises should always meant

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Our Fight

Hold me tight
Under this fading light
We'll face this fight
Until wrong turns right

In this world full of lies
Just trust the office of mine eyes
Together we will rise
We won't needing goodbyes

In this endless ride
You'll forever be my guide
I'll stay by your side
Until there's no more things to hide

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Walk with my Muse

Old enough to carry my own shoes
Able to stand against the battle without clues
Ready to resist in the middle of storm
Tired to pattern myself in others norm
I wanna live free with my muse
Together walk without rules
Accepted by her without groom
Allow me to decorate my own room

Photo owned by: Mae Braña

Torn

I don't want to throw him nothing. Maybe he'll just get tired of waiting and leave.

Lefty Gomez

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Love me without lie

Thou shall not comfort me with all your lies
If this is the end, tell me so roughly
Pain is understandable but lies in vain.
Oh please my dear love me without the end.

Wakas

                Isinilang ang araw sa pagitan ng mga naka-kadenang serye ng makukulay na goma. Habang ako ay nakatanaw sa kabilang dako ng daigdig, unti-unting tinakpan ng mensahero ng luha ang anino ng kabundukan. Ang dagat ay natuyo sa ulan. Sa sobrang lawak ng kapatagan ay di maiwasang ako ay makaramdam ng paninikip ng dibdib, dahilan upang aking lisanin ang aking kasalukuyang kinalalagyan. Naglakad sa hangin, tumiklop sa sakit, at sumuko sa ginhawa. Oras ang binilang bago nahinto ang panunukso ng mga paruparo. Aking nasilayan ang pagtangis ni ina. Aking naalala ang paglisan ni ama. Ang kalungkutan ay bumalot sa akin parang isang buhay na pusa na pilit sinasagip ang pumapanaw niyang mga kuting, o parang isang makata na pilit humihingi ng soneto mula sa mga tumatangging bituin. Ako ay naligaw. Naligaw sa pagitan ng tahanan at pagtahan. Nang muling nakita ang sarili, inibig ang kawalan. Nagtanong. Sumagot. Naghanap. Nawala. Bakit nga ba napaka-mapaglaro ng buhay? Tila ang aking istorya ay sa panulat ng nagtatampong tadhana. Kung maaari lamang na ako ay tuluyang mawala, ako ay lilitaw. Kung may hihiling man ng tugma, ibig ko’y ikaw. Ibig ko’y ikaw. Ibig ko’y ikaw. Palagi. At lagi.

-Rain Check 

Katanungan

           Bakit ang hilig nating gumawa ng kasalan at idadahilan na tayo ay tao lang at hindi perpekto? “Pasensya na tao lang” ang hilig idahilan, indikasyon na tayo ay tao lang na normal na nakakagawa ng mga kamalian. Na hindi tayo isang Diyos na kahit anong gawin ay perpekto, na tayo ay tao lang at nakakagawa ng mga gawaing negatibo. At kapag tayo ay nakagawa ng kasalanan ay hilig nating ipasa sa iba at isisi ang nagawa. Bakit nga ba napakahilig natin mangsisi, isisi ang bagay na hindi natin gustong mangyari? Ang hilig natin ipasa ang ating mga kamalian na tayo naman talaga ang may kagagawan, ang hilig natin manisi sa taong wala namang alam. Kasalanan na ating ginawa, ipapasa sa inosententeng tao na tahimik at wala namang ginagawa. Bakit hindi na lang aminin ang kamalian at tanggapin na tayo ay nakagawa ng kasalanan? Bakit nga ba? Ang hilig nating itanggi ang ating kasalanang nagawa, wala naman tayong magagawa kung ito ay ikakaila, nakagawa na tayo nang kasalanan at hindi na maiibabalik pa ang nakaraan. Nakaraan na kung maibabalik pa ay paniguradong wala ring mangyayaring pagbabago. Makakagawa at makakagawa pa rin tayo ng kasalanan na hindi natin namamalayan. Mga kasalanan na kung tutuisin ay hindi maiiwasan, kasalanan na likas na nagagawa ng tao, kasalanan na hindi dapat isisi at kasalanan na hindi na dapat itanggi. Bakit nga ba mahilig natin gawin ang mga ito?

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Nadurog na Katha

         Lumamlam na ang dating ulan na mapusok. Kay tagal mo ng nawala tulad sa mga naglalahong usok. Mga pangakong tinangay na ng nawawasak na kahapon, waring natatabunan na sa pagtagal ng panahon. Basag na ang mga linya sa tulang hinabi, heto at naniniwala pa rin ako sa mga katagang iyong sinabi.

        Sa mundong ako'y sayo ngunit kailanman ika'y hindi magiging akin, nakakapit pa rin ako sa mga pangakong iniukit mo sa akin. Nung araw na sinabi mong babalik ka kasama ng katuparan ng iyong pangako, pinilit kong maniwala kahit na alam kong mapapako. Mag isang nakaupo at nagdarasal na sana sa pag angat ng nanghihinang ulo, sa pagdilat ng namumugtong mata, at sa muling pagbuka ng natuyong labi masisilayan ko ang hinintay kong ikaw sa aking tabi. Ngunit dumugo na ang mga sugat, pilitin ko mang gumalaw ngunit talagang kay bigat. Dumating sana kahit yung taong aako sa iyong mga napakong pangako.

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Otso Bente Tres

Isang gabi sa bisig  ng iyong mahal, binura lahat ang pag papagal. Pinatunayan ang isang pag ibig na wagas kahit saan dala pagmamahal mong nag bibigay lakas.Inihanda mo ang aking puso sa mga digmaang ating haharapin. Ngunit sinigurado mong ako'y hindi maalipin. Isinigawa ang mga pangako sa lilim ng liwanag ng buwan. Ibinulong sa huni ng mga kuliglig sa halaman. At sabay na hinintay bumuhos ang ulan na nag dadala ng lamig, upang ika'y mayakap ng lubos at protektahan sa lamig na maaring mong danasin sa pag ibig mo para sa akin. Isang nakakagulat na pangyayari na ika'y gumati ng mahigpit na yumakap. Habang ibinubulong sa akin ang kawalan mo ng pagnanais sa ibang bagay bukod sa akin. Ikunuwento mo lahat ng mahahalagang kabanata sa iyong buhay.  Pang unawa ko'y sayo agad inalay. Habang pinupunasan ang iyong luhay ng walang kamalay-malay. Umakto tayong sa atin ang mundo ng bgabing iyon. Puno ng mahika ang bawat segundo, na ating pinag saluhan. Bawat delatye ay maliwang pa sa aking isipan. Nagagawa ko pang ipinta sa mga ulap ang larawan ng  iyong mukha habang ako'y ginagawa mong dantayan. Nag marka pa sa aking isipan ang mga ala-ala  ng gabing pinangalanan kong otso,bente tres. Ang petsa kung saan naramdaman ko na ang buhay ko'y kayang ialalay makita ka lamang sa ilalim ng buwan at sayo akoy na humuhini ng pag-ibig na wagas.
 

As I stand against this young evening of ageless sorrow and regrets

As I stand against this young evening of ageless sorrow and regrets, the tender moonlight unveils a tyrant truth long hidden underneath the silent dark. The reality of it is so harsh and true that I am currently compelled to call on those distant dreams shining with the grieving stars a million lightyears and chances away. Hoping, eagerly hoping, that my plea might be heard. While the mortality of man blankets the rest of souls all day tiring, I live wide awake. Weakened by my own pointless art, my quill dries. Still, I have found a way to continue writing, thus making this brief moment eternal. Quiet. Quiet and thinking. The moon must be. I have always referred to myself as a poet so passionate about his loves. Tale after tale, my mastery has been getting more sophisticated. However, a man comes to a point in his life where he finds what he truly dears, and he will cherish that thing until his death. I have come to that. At first, I thought it was poetry. The art of turning one’s bleak and barren thoughts into an undying masterpiece. Then, I realized I was wrong. For all those times, it wasn’t poetry, but the one who fuelled it. It was her. It is her. Sad thing is, she has told me that, like those dreams on which I call, she wants to stay afar. Distant. In faith, I do not know if I should carry on writing. I owe you an apology. Perhaps you will not be able to hear from me again. As said, a man will cherish his true love until his death, and when his true love says that her love is dead, he is as well. So, distant dreams, guide me home. The world shall continue living, and life shall go on, and my end shall prize my pain as I break my stand against this young evening of ageless sorrow and regrets. 


-Rain Check

Does being alone make me weird?

Does being alone make me weird?

This question always come up in my mind. Does is it really make me weird? Well, to answer my own question, I guess, it is. But, why? I admit I am not good in socializing with others. I prefer to be alone than to be with my so-called ‘friends’. I prefer to be in my silent room reading fiction books than to be with my loud sisters who always talk about some random rumors that doesn’t really interest me. And I really prefer to be alone! Jeez. Why do they care? Why do they care if I don’t talk to people that much? Why do they bother saying I am weird? Okay, I am weird, so be it. Why don’t they mind their own business? It’s my life and they don’t have nothing to do with it.

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Even my family thinks that I am. Tss. They are my family and they were supposed to support me on who I am or at least understand me.

One day my mom asked me, “Samantha why don’t you bring your friends here? I want to meet them.”

“As if I have a friend, mom.” I replied to her. I really don’t have. If I have, it’s an imaginary friend. “Are you still a human? You’re weird.” See? My mom thinks that I am weird too. Does the idea of me being an introvert and independent, doesn’t come up to their mind? Tss.

They cannot blame me. As I said, I’m not good in socializing. I don’t know how to gained friends. You can laugh at me but I really don’t know how and I don’t mind it. I’m happy on who I am now. Yeah, I do believe in the quotation ‘No man is an island’. Yes, that’s true. Well, at least I have my family to talk. I’m not really alone.

Actually, I have friends before. Nicole and Alexa. They were my friends. I am happy when I’m with them. My day is incomplete when I do not see one of them. Everything is perfect when we are together though there is no such thing as perfect. They are my strength, my shoulder to cry on, and my family. I love my friends, I love being with them. I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

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But, challenges and trials always come to people’s life. One day, Alexa asked us if we could go to their house. So, we said yes. We were just neighbors. Nicole and I were actually surprise to see that there is a small celebration in their house. As far as I know, they celebrate an occasion in a fancy restaurant or in abroad. That’s how their rich. Her family seldom celebrates an occasion in their house.

Out of curiosity, Nicole asked her. “What is the occasion, Alexa? This is your first time to celebrate an occasion here in your house. Wow.” Amazement is written on her face. Even me was amazed.

I saw sadness in Alexa’s face. “Why?” I asked her. I know her too well. We were friends before we met Nicole. I know she’s sad but why? She supposed to be happy.

“Girls, we are leaving.” She said. “My parents decided to live in Canada for good.” She added.

So, that’s the reason why she’s sad. And I am too. My childhood friend is leaving, what a great news. Note the sarcasm. With that day, we spend all our time being together. I will miss Alexa but I will be happy to her. I know we will see each other again.

My life was very incomplete when Alexa leave. Nicole and I were very sad. We couldn’t imagine spending our elementary days without her.

As the time passed by, we reach the 6^th grade. Nicole is still my classmate and still my friend. Our friendship is still strong even without Alexa until another one day, I heard Nicole saying bad things about me. I don’t know the reason why. I don’t even know why she’s mad at me and that she‘s telling bad things behind my back. I really don’t know the reason!

I decided to confront her. I asked her if she are willing to talk me in private and she said yes.

“Nicole why are you saying bad things about me?” I ask calmly. I couldn’t get mad at her and I don’t want to break our friendship, she is still my friend. She’s the only friend that I have.

She didn’t answer me, she remained quiet. “Nicole why? I thought we’re friends.” I asked again.

“No. You are not my friend. I hate you, Samantha. You are such a bitch. I hate you. I don’t want you to be my friend. Just get out of my life.” She said angrily and just like that, she leaves me. I was left hurt. My friend leave me. Again. She’s really mad and I still don’t know the reason. I tried to ask her many times, but she refused me. And as we graduated in elementary, she doesn’t want to talk to me.

I decided to just let Nicole to be away from me. I just thought that I would gain true friends again when I enter high school. But, I think, I thought wrong. I thought having friends was easy. It was. But having true friends was not easy. I couldn’t find a friend that was true to me. I mean at least good to me.

Well, I can adjust myself to have friends but I can’t change myself just for them. From that moment, I just realize, maybe I should be by myself. So that’s the reason why I am alone all the time. I enjoy being alone.

I am not alone all the time, I still communicate to people. But, again, not all the time. And I still wonder why do they call me weird? So what if I don’t have friends? Does that mean I am weird? Well, I don’t care. I enjoy to be alone and that makes me happy.

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