Right ThereI was staring at the clean tissue paper for minutes, underneath the shade of trees in one of the school benches. There were people who said that one ought to do something, somewhere, but a tissue paper? Of course it was a ridiculous idea, but it was something I wanted to prove. Perhaps I was trying too hard. Then again, one must start somewhere.Right There
I started to scribble something, words, suddenly, sentences. It was hard to say whether I was able to write something significant or not. It was really hard when you do something just to please someone. Then again, I did not stay there to please her, more like to relate to her. &nbs
Rain DanceRain drops Fall from dark clouds Hovering aboveRain Dance
Water forms a puddle and my shoes are drenched
I do not mind the acid that they say will burn my skin like the monument in Washington. It was built on Egypt And they brought it home.
It must have been quite a load or a headache, for those who will carry it.
I see nothing to carry but I can make rain drops And dance without my shoes being drenched.
PanaginipMahal kong John,Panaginip
Matagal na rin tayong hindi nag-uusap. Pinag-iisipan ko pa nga kung susulatan ka. Pakiramdam ko’y hindi mo maiintindihan itong mga pinagsusulat at pinagsasasabi ko. Sana nama’y kahit kaunti ay may makuha ka sa mga sinasabi ko.
Tandang-tanda ko pa noon, noong mga panahong nilalabanan pa namin ang mga mananakop, lahat kami’y handang mamatay. Wala ka pa noon at hindi ko na rin inaasahang gusto mo pang malaman kung ano ang nangyari noon. Nang mapalayas ang mga Español, tuwang-tuwa kami. Pati ang mga Bisaya at taga-Mindanaw ay natutuwa. Hindi man kami nagkakaintindihan noon, alam namin na maganda ang magi
| ~logh |
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the day after tomorrow...
is another day...
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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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