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Pangungulila
lulan ng aircon bus
       subalit maalinsangan
nakasandal sa kutson
       ngunit ramdam ang latay sa katawan

nakaiPod
       pero bingi ang pakiramdam
nagtitext sa cellphone
       ngunit bagot din naman

dumungaw sa bintana
       kinuha ang digicam
iniumang sa target subject
       subalit nanamlay lang

bakit kahit ano gawin...
       nanunuot sa kalamnan
bakit kahit ano isipin...
       puso ay sinusutsutan

early na pumapasok sa work
       nago-OT pa para maging busy lang
lahat ng nagpapaalala sa kanya
       puro iniiwasan

ngunit sadyang nagsusumiksik
       kahit pinipigilan
sa biyahe pauwing bahay
 
Huni
sa paghupa ng apoy,
'di ko wari kung sadya
o naligaw ka lang
na sa pugad ko'y makipisan

nabali ko na
mura't malambot mong mga pakpak
narinig ko na
impit mong pag-iyak

ngunit minsan,
at minsan,
isang dipang langit
sabay na nating nalipad

subalit sa pagdausdos,
pababa...
ay ang pagdalisdis din
ng ilang patak ng luha.

isang taon...
mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay na
lilipad ka, bababa,
at hahalik sa pulang lupa

apat o lima pang taon...
mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay muli
lilipad ka, babalik,
sa lupang itim na sa pighati

ang mailap mong mga mata,
na di ko natitigan ni minsan
ang matalas mong pakiramdam,
na 'di naman ako nagulat pa
the Grass Spoke
Like a crisp of fog catching a seep of sun's breath, he would soon evaporate...

         So how could I recognize him among those masses of cloud above? And when they pour down as rain, which drop would I catch in my palms? If ever I catch him, would he not slip from my hands again? So could I still cull him from among those creeks of precipitations? Or would I just let him flow away to the seas and the oceans? And like a striving grass in the arid, let myself be deprived of even scanty dewdrops?

         Only the teardrops I have not poured out yet would withstand me. Oh, how I wish I were something else! The bristle cone which exudes ch
Of Waiting And Cheating...
...you're letting me go
now you don't mind me

outside your heart's room
outside your life's home

if only i came
just a bit earlier,

maybe the door is still close
so i can still knock

knowing you're waiting inside
for me to come in

but now it is open
i get it, i'm late

that no matter how much
i wanted to barge in

i just lost the right
to stand and fight

my fault, i admit
foolish me...it's my defeat.

...if only i came
just a bit earlier
March 12
sori,
di ko naramdaman

na bertdey mo
30th,
ang pinakamalungkot...

sori,
di ko naunawaan

wala akong alam
kaya wala akong karapatan
na turuan ka

sori,
di ko napansin

nasaktan kita...
naisip ko lang
ng umalis ka.

pwede ba magpaliwanag?

malungkot din ako
'kala mo

'andyan ka kasi
at 'andito ako

kaya lingid lahat
'gang 'kala na lang

pero ang totoo
pareho lang tayo

mag-isa
sawi

nagdadalamhati
nagpapariwara

nawawalan ng direksyon
kung sana...

magkrus
landas natin

makikita ko,
makikita mo

pareho lang tayo
may luhang tinatago.
the Art of Literary Symbols
                   Literature is the imaginative manipulation of perspective so that we can make sense of a world that is both familiar and foreign. It brings us into contact with that world by telling stories, dramatizing situations, expressing emotions, and analyzing or advocating ideas. Either in oral, written or visual form, literature challenges listeners, readers or viewers to identify, examine, question, learn and reconcile values most precious to our sense of self and culture.

          
The Date
All I see are but shadows
            of the lurking ebony night
but I hear the leaves,
            they talk to each other
and I smell the buds of May,
            their fragrance reach the clouds

till the hiding blue moon
            perk down
it's eye flashes a shimmer
            against a blood red rose
which sweats with passion
            and glow with love

I boil with obsession
            to cut the lone stem
and hide it in my back pocket
            till the shadows come again
then I catch sight of a fairy
            which slowly comes my way

I grabbed that thing behind me
            alas, thorns prick
Death Of An Emo
my bedroom is my coffin
    sprayed with sweet formalin
I lay still with my bloodshot eyes open
as my chaotic mind is wondrin'

I think I need some nicotine
                               to kiss the smoke as it spells your name
I think I need some wine or caffeine
                               to taste your heat when we're fuckin'

I think I need some cocaine
                               to get away from all burden
I think I have to lick that bloodstain
                                       to erase the memory of pain

I think I need you to lean on
I'm weak, I can't move on
because though I think I drown
still I don't wa
Cold Sunset
above the pink sky,
behind those silent clouds
are emotions...

beneath the frozen water,
within the stillness of the sea
are memories...

of the forgotten
who longs to be remembered...
just when the sun sets
and my tears fall

as your guitar is broken
and Morrison sings his goodbye
our hands lose grip...

our footsteps make a rhythm
of stones clashing by the beach
but they leave no prints

they are washed ashore...
The Nightingale's Song
the fire
had burn down to ashes
and you rose from it
in a time I didn't expect

I broke
your wings,
I heard
you cry

yet once,
and once more,
the heavens,
we already soared together

but as we glided
down...
drops of tears
fell.

a year...
your wings will flap
you'd fly...you'd descend
to kiss the bosom of your dreams

four or five more years...
your wings will flap again
you'd fly back to where your dreams were born.

your keen eyes,
which I never looked at
and your wild senses,
which never tingled me

would I still want to see?
would I still have the passion
to grip you in my palms
like before?

like before...
when
I want you to know... I call you by your last name...
You said my name is beautiful. Thanks, but you know what? I don't like my second name - Jean.
I was born May 21, you were born January 1. I am 20 days, 4 months and 13 years younger than you, doesn't matter.
You like younger women, we're vivacious. I like older men, you're wiser.
Blue's Clues! February 14 last year, my date and I watched the movie Baler. February 14 this year, I'm dating someone from Baler.
I understand that your family is very important to you. I have this feeling that if circumstances will force you to make a choice, you'll choose them over me, right?
Back to our old school days,
Love Overdosage
You gave me everything
so that I'll learn to return them back to you
I received nothing

You made me a possession
so that I'll know to whom I belong
until you forgot that I am also mine

You studied what I really am
and you realized I am not like you
so that you needed to mold me into your likeness

You loved me too much
until we both drowned
as we lost ourselves

because now what you see in you is me
and you started to think that you are me
so that you won't understand

because you spent all your time
trying to make me understand you
until you forgot that you should have understood yourself first

still I know, you won't listen t
A Modern Romantic Epic
been nights
since I heard you say
you love me

that let my tears pour
though,
the nights after

not because
I was overwhelmed
but because I missed HIM more...

look, I'm sorry
I'm this rude
it's just that it hurts much

thinking over again
why God won't listen
to my prayers

I...I plead many times
to win HIM back
but I lost.

and it hurts even more
thinking all this time
why God will give me

YOU.
...when He knows perfectly
I won't learn to love you.

because I know
I never will,
ever since the day

I saw your crumpled hair
your wounded wrist
your untied Chucks

your smoky thoughts...
felt your drunken emotions
your drug
Sa Puno
Isang dapithapon, habang lingkis ng mga daliri ko
ang pares ng aking putikang tsinelas
at masuyong niyayapos ng malamig na tubig
ang hubad kong mga paa,
namataan kita

ikinukubli na ng mga kabundukan
ang dambuhalang lampara na may ilaw
tinatabingan na rin ng sandamakmak na ulap
ang taglay noong ningning
kaya't anino ka lang sa aking paningin...

ang libong bato sa batis
marahas na pinaghahalikan
ng nagmamadali kong mga talampakan
hanggang sapitin na ang ibayong damuhan
na dinilaan na ng hamog

saglit akong tumigil...
banayad na pinakinggan ang salit ng musika
na likha ng mga kuliglig
at unga ng mga baka
saka ako marahang tumak
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The Promise
i never saw a man
cry before me...
before

until you.

sorry.

i promise
i'll listen to you,
i'll go to sleep now

so that
we can meet
in a dream

in the heavens
we created
just for us

in the paradise
we live
to love.
Tissue
i didn't wear my watch
i want to forget it's Thursday
i don't want 2:00 a.m. to come

still something in me anticipates
while something in me dies
while i lose myself

i almost uttered a prayer
that he'd still be there
sitting...
sipping his Starbucks coffee

even though i have in my hands
the note  he wrote
in this tear-soaked tissue

my heartbeat became my clock
i watched the door swung open,
and close, as people come and go

i looked for his face
but i only find it in my mind
i started to worry

i searched for his presence
but i only feel him in my heart
i started to cry

i hate this tissue!
it did not lie to me
Cold Sunset
above the pink sky,
behind those silent clouds
are emotions...

beneath the frozen water,
within the stillness of the sea
are memories...

of the forgotten
who longs to be remembered...
just when the sun sets
and my tears fall

as your guitar is broken
and Morrison sings his goodbye
our hands lose grip...

our footsteps make a rhythm
of stones clashing by the beach
but they leave no prints

they are washed ashore...

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Pag-Alala

:iconsarjan:

Sa bintana ako'y nakadungaw
Mga mata'y nakatuon sa alapaap
Marahan silang itinutulak ng hangin
kaya sa buwan sila'y napapayakap

Kinikilig ang mga bituin
Nagsasabog sila ng ningning
kaya mga mata ko'y naakit
na sa kaibuturan nila ako'y sumilip...

Nakita kita, payapang naiidlip
maamo mong mukha, kayang-kaya ko pa ring iguhit
marahang pagpintig ng puso mo
naririnig pa rin ng puso ko

malamig mong mga kamay
nararamdaman kong hinahaplos ako
matamis mong pagbulong
sagot sa panalangin ko

nakikita kita, sa loob ng bituin
ngunit di na kita kayang abutin
madalas rin nga kitang makita sa loob ng puso ko
ngunit sa loob ka na lang, wala na sa labas.
:iconsarjan:
para kay :iconcxes:,

pag-alala sa wala na...

dahil may mga umaalis na hindi na bumabalik

gaano man karubdob ang hangarin natin na sila'y manatili

ngunit sadyang sa isip na lang sila masasalamin

at sa puso na lang sila mabubuhay.

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~cxes Oct 18, 2007
aww sis. that really touched me. naalala ko tuloy ung late bf ko. hayyy. dont worry im better now :D. at meron na uli magbibigay ng ayskrim. thanks for this dear :hug:
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~sarjan Oct 21, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
oh welcome ka lagi:hug:

wow, tirahan ako ha^^ :D
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~cxes Oct 23, 2007
:hug:
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Mood: Sadness !hurt-ache-of-pain Oct 18, 2007
nakakatulo ng sipon.
huhuhuhu.
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~sarjan Oct 18, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
hala ka...

baka mamaya umuubo ka na rin^^
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!hurt-ache-of-pain Oct 18, 2007
may ubo at sipon nga ko ngayon e.lagnat pa.
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~sarjan Oct 18, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
hala!
nagpaulan ka?
inom ka gamot...tapos madaming water^^
rest ka...tama na kakainternet:D
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!hurt-ache-of-pain Oct 18, 2007
hindi ako nagpaulan...nagpunta kasi akong manila kahapon may sinat na ko ng madaling araw..eh may naiwan ako sa bus,ayun hinabol ko yung bus sobrang layo nga ng tinakbo ko napagod ako kaya sumama lalo pakiramdam ko.

ikaw nga diyan walang patid sa internet eh . :)
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~sarjan Oct 18, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
ahahaha!

hala buti na lang matulin ka tumakbo no^^
kung hindi sayang yun, wow angganda mo sana kunan pic nun...
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~eyes2blues Oct 11, 2007  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
bakit ganon? parang biglang lumungkot yung bandang huli ng tula?
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