Kailan ko kaya maisusulat ang kasunod na eksena? Sa mga papel na nilimot na ng panahon, mababalikan ko pa kaya ang mga kuwentong sinimulan? Maraming tanong na gustong sagutin. Nais na makitang muli ang taong naglakas loob na suungin ang pagsubok na kaakibat ng pagsusulat. Naging matapang sa loob at labas ng silid-aralan. Ngiti ang … Continue reading Pagpapatuloy
Isang tulang isinulat ng aking kaibigan mula sa unibersidad. Isang likha na aking masayang ibinabahagi sa iba. 🙂 Ang sagot ko sa tulang ito ay ipababasa ko pa lang muna sa kanya. Baka kapag nagkalakas ng loob ay mailagay na rin dito sa susunod.
Ever since I've come across the videos of Sarah Kay in college, I learned to appreciate words and the beautiful rhythm of spoken word poetry. Personally, I don't think that I have the courage to present my poems or other written works out loud that's why I love listening to others confidently sharing their works. … Continue reading Looking Back to Spoken Word Poetry
Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves. - Henri Frederic Amiel
Long hugs, tight hugs
Colors come alive when the music starts The changing shade freezes my heart's desires Breathing ends, life begins with the final notes Still searching... Waiting Falling Heart is beating
Whenever I try to write something out of the blue, there are dozens of ideas popping out of my mind. Sometimes my writing can't run as fast as the thoughts spreading all over my head. This is when I become too lazy to browse through the words, images, or sounds under the pile. So, I … Continue reading Great Beginning, Failed Ending
“When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.” -Jodi Picoult I need a great joke right now. I want to smile or even laugh so hard that my heart feels numb and my … Continue reading Observations, Reflections of the Now
Words with powerful meanings beyond what I could express
Like a pile of dry clothes hanging on the balcony.
Forgotten until needed.
I have a back pain from all the words unsaid I must carry every day.
The wind is whispering to me you have found someone else.
I had an argument with my heart early this morning, but none of us could slam the door.
We share the same one.
I haven’t told you everything about how I feel.
But you could feel everything I haven’t told.
You are my everything.
I am letting you go like a balloon, so you…
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A thought on dark literature