March 12sori,di ko naramdamanna bertdey mo30th,ang pinakamalungkot...sori,di ko naunawaanwala akong alamkaya wala akong karapatanna turuan kasori,di ko napansinnasaktan kita...naisip ko langng umalis ka.pwede ba magpaliwanag?malungkot din ako'kala mo'andyan ka kasiat 'andito akokaya lingid lahat'gang 'kala na langpero ang totoopareho lang tayomag-isasawinagdadalamhatinagpapariwaranawawalan ng direksyonkung sana...magkruslandas natinmakikita ko,makikita mopareho lang tayomay luhang tinatago.
The DateAll I see are but shadows of the lurking ebony nightbut I hear the leaves, they talk to each otherand I smell the buds of May, their fragrance reach the cloudstill the hiding blue moon perk downit's eye flashes a shimmer against a blood red rosewhich sweats with passion and glow with loveI boil with obsession to cut the lone stemand hide it in my back pocket till the shadows come againthen I catch sight of a fairy which slowly comes my wayI grabbed that thing behind me alas, thorns prick
Tissuei didn't wear my watchi want to forget it's Thursdayi don't want 2:00 a.m. to comestill something in me anticipateswhile something in me dieswhile i lose myselfi almost uttered a prayerthat he'd still be theresitting...sipping his Starbucks coffeeeven though i have in my handsthe note he wrotein this tear-soaked tissuemy heartbeat became my clocki watched the door swung open,and close, as people come and goi looked for his facebut i only find it in my mindi started to worryi searched for his presencebut i only feel him in my hearti started to cryi hate this tissue!it did not lie to me
I Am Your Nude Paintingduring your permoblack nightswhen color-blindness embraces your heartand your permogray emotionscontrol your left-hand brush strokesas your permowhite staresmelt down the wooden easelleaving just the bare shadowof my candid nakednessas my ebony crown flowssmoothly as the sea waves in the morningand as my sapphire eyes glowbrightly as the nights in Vegaswith my moist lips drivinga sensual winding roadmy temple sways with the melodyof the gush of your artsy bloodand I stand on the tips of my toesas I raise my arms to flyI feel feathery, I want to be blown upbut I can't help but sensethat my toes and my ha
The Dateless The tip of the crescent dagger above seems to point straight to my eyes it's bloody rusts shower and everything they touch is wounded The giant cedars are on guard each exhales some sulfurous fume The darkness that embraces them also hides my blunt nakedness The sand is a bed of shrapnels my back bleeds The salty seawater is a burning flame and the teasing wind just won't blow the pain
False Hope, Then Hope Falls...swiftly,like when an eye winksand abruptlythe heart sinkspain prickslike million thorns,jealousy wakesself scorns...of ifs and whysof doubts and crysthat boils the bloodthat brings such grudgewould end in misery?pulled by gravitywish as if deaddeep down the gravethat's how hope fallswhen hopes are all false
Pangungulilalulan ng aircon bus subalit maalinsangannakasandal sa kutson ngunit ramdam ang latay sa katawannakaiPod pero bingi ang pakiramdamnagtitext sa cellphone ngunit bagot din namandumungaw sa bintana kinuha ang digicaminiumang sa target subject subalit nanamlay langbakit kahit ano gawin... nanunuot sa kalamnanbakit kahit ano isipin... puso ay sinusutsutanearly na pumapasok sa work nago-OT pa para maging busy langlahat ng nagpapaalala sa kanya puro iniiwasanngunit sadyang nagsusumiksik kahit pinipigilansa biyahe pauwing bahay
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,
the Grass SpokeLike 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
Love OverdosageYou gave me everythingso that I'll learn to return them back to youI received nothingYou made me a possessionso that I'll know to whom I belonguntil you forgot that I am also mineYou studied what I really amand you realized I am not like youso that you needed to mold me into your likenessYou loved me too muchuntil we both drownedas we lost ourselvesbecause now what you see in you is meand you started to think that you are meso that you won't understandbecause you spent all your timetrying to make me understand youuntil you forgot that you should have understood yourself firststill I know, you won't listen t
Of Waiting And Cheating......you're letting me gonow you don't mind meoutside your heart's roomoutside your life's homeif only i camejust a bit earlier,maybe the door is still closeso i can still knockknowing you're waiting insidefor me to come inbut now it is openi get it, i'm latethat no matter how muchi wanted to barge ini just lost the rightto stand and fightmy fault, i admitfoolish me...it's my defeat....if only i camejust a bit earlier
A Modern Romantic Epicbeen nightssince I heard you sayyou love methat let my tears pourthough,the nights afternot becauseI was overwhelmedbut because I missed HIM more...look, I'm sorryI'm this rudeit's just that it hurts muchthinking over againwhy God won't listento my prayersI...I plead many timesto win HIM backbut I lost.and it hurts even morethinking all this timewhy God will give meYOU....when He knows perfectlyI won't learn to love you.because I knowI never will,ever since the dayI saw your crumpled hairyour wounded wristyour untied Chucksyour smoky thoughts...felt your drunken emotionsyour drug
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 Promisei never saw a man cry before me...beforeuntil you.sorry.i promisei'll listen to you,i'll go to sleep nowso thatwe can meetin a dreamin the heavenswe createdjust for usin the paradisewe liveto love.
your poems are superb as well
By March yun sagot sa tanong mo.
Thanks