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Continue reading →: Bakit Nais Ko Pa Ring Umibig ng Makata
Sa bawat titik at salitang mabubuo Kasama palagi ang alaala ng taong laman ng puso Hindi man ako iyon sa bawat pagkakataon Iintindihin ko’t pagkakaingatan ang mga ito Mahirap, madalas matagal Kaya’t pasensiya ang kailangan
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Continue reading →: M. Catud
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.
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Continue reading →: Looking Back to Spoken Word Poetry
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…
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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
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Minsan ang kabataan natin ay wala sa mga larawang naitago kundi sa mga alaala ng takbuhan at patintero sa kalsada, piraso ng bangkang papel, mga inabangang palabas sa telebisyon, amoy ng paboritong luto sa bahay, at sandamakmak na kuwentuhan o kulitan ng mga magkakaibigan. — Mga nagbabalik na alaala dala…
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Continue reading →: Vivid Colors
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
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Continue reading →: Observations, Reflections of the Now
“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…
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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