Archive for July, 2012

Bridge on Broken Dreams

Walking on a bridge
That leads to nowhere
While pain lingers around
Catching every step I make.
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Aking Pagsinta

Posted: July 10, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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Aking Pagsinta

 

Ang iyong karikta’y sadyang kahali-halina
Panlabas mong kaanyuan ay maganda
Panloob din nama’y lalong dakila.

Mga haplos ng iyong mapagpalang kamay
Nagpapalakas sa kaloobang matamlay (more…)

Part 2

“Narinig mo ba yun?” tanong ko kay Merian, feeling ko nasa alapaap ako. Palabas na kami ng school building. Katatapos lang ng subject namin. “Sinabihan nya ako ng maganda ako.” Pinagsalikop ko ang aking mga kamay at dinala sa aking digdig at gumalaw na parang nanginginig. Kilig na kilig.

“Heh, kanina mo pa tinatanong tanong yan. Tumigil ka na nga bruha ka,” saway sakin ni Merian.

“Inggit ka dahil di ka sinabihang maganda ni Janus, my love?” biro ko kay Merian. (more…)

Revelation

Posted: July 9, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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This is just a simple poem about someone who admires somebody but unable to express.

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Revelation

How will I say the word
Of my passion and love
Of what my mind tells
Of who my heart beats?

How will I say the words (more…)

Ang Kuwento ng Pag-ibig

Part 1

“Ang gwapo nya talaga!” may kilig sa aking boses habang tinitingnan ko ang larawan ni Janus. Naglalakad ako noon kasama ko si Merian papuntang skul. “Haist, kelan kaya nya ako mapapansin,” at aking ipinikit-pikit ang aking mga mata na parang nahihipnotismo, sabay imadyin. Nilandian ko pa ang paglakad.

Hawak-hawak ko ang isang ginupit mula sa school newspaper na larawan ni Janus. Pinagtyatyagaan ko kahit mga newsprint lang ang mga picture nya sakin. Nahihiya naman kasi akong piktyuran sya, saka isa pa, wala akong pang-piktyur. May selpon nga ako, wala namang kamera, yun bang, pang text and call lang. May laro din pala, snake-snake.

“Hoy luka-luka….ret. Tumigil ka nga sa kaiilusyon mo,” (more…)

Romansahan

Posted: July 9, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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Romansahan

Bawat hagod sa aking katawan
Anong sarap aking naramdaman
Sadyang hindi ko mapigilan
Mga ungol ng kasiyahan. (more…)

Admirer

Posted: July 7, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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This is a poem about somebody who admires someone but finds no courage to go and speak to that someone.

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Admirer

Hiding in the crowds
Admiring you from afar
Looking at your beauty
Searching for your heart.

Unspoken words for you (more…)

Part 3…………. Last Part

She was bewildered of what she discovered about her husband. The medical laboratory result, the killings, missing husband. “Gawd!” she cried. “Where are you, demet!”

She tried calling everyone she knew asking if they saw her husband but everybody said, no.

“Hello!”

“Yes?” said the other person on the other line of the phone. The last person she knew her husband would had gone to.

“This is Sophia, may I speak with Dan?”

“Oh, thank God, Sophia! This is Nancy.”

Dan is Sam’s father and Nancy is his mother.

“Dan is out. Sam is here and he is just in his room. I’m worried about him. He drinks and sleeps the whole day. He won’t even eat. He’s a total mess. (more…)

Kill to Write 2

Posted: July 6, 2012 in English, Kill to Write
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Kill to Write
Part 2

“Where am I?” asked Sophia when the gag in her mouth and the blindfold of her eyes were removed. There was the sound of horror in her voice.

Her eyes were adjusting from the light coming from the bulb above. They were in an empty room with only two televisions and a table where the tvs where placed. There were two people in the room. A rugged looking person in front of her with the gag and the blindfold in his hand, and another guy who had a big scar on his right face near the door. He was smoking and was playing with the smoke he puffed.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” Her gaze jumped from one person to another. (more…)

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This is a product of a challenge given to us by Padre, our leader in Literati. The challenge was to come with with a story in English with this opening paragraph:
For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.
So here is the story. I do not know if I made justice or not. The only thing I know is that there’s pretty much of a blood loss. Epistaxis!
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KILL to WRITE

Part 1

For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.

She was stricken by what she just read. Her heart sank. Her legs were wobbling and were about to collapse anytime. Sweat started to form on her forehead and in her body. The cool breeze of air coming from the open window that made the curtain dance was not helping. She took a deep breath. (more…)

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This poem was made for someone. A request actually. Although Im not good with poems, I was able to come up with this one. It’s no excellent one, nor a pro made, but even then, I hope I met what that guy wanted me to say in this poem.

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Second to None

Blind eyes and deaf ears
Only hues and selective words to hear
Folded knees, indifference
A dupe’s love’s essence

But am I also a fool
Getting hit and ruled (more…)

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Nagpaskil si Padre kung paano daw namin naiintindihan ang mga salitang ito:
How do you know, that you know, that the mind knows, that it knows?
Kung kayat, naisip ko,bakit nga ba di ko ilagay ang naiisip ko? Kayat eto na… eto na nga ang naisip ko.
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Nakatatak sa Utak ko

Nalito si Ako

I was oblivious at first with the statement, “How do you know that you know that the mind knows that it knows?” Napapaisip ako kung anong ibig sabihin nito. Tanong ka sa isip ko, “Bakit THAT yun at hindi WHAT?” Kung kayat, sa aking paglalakbay patungo sa pag-unawa, nagpaskil ako ng tanong sa hiblang gagamba (web thread) kung THAT ba talaga iyon at hindi WHAT.

Ngunit walang sagot sa aking paskil. Kayat noong makita kong nasa loob ng bahay-gagamba (website) sa mukhang libro (facebook) ang butihin nating Parokyanong walang Parokya, si Padre, nagpaskil ako sa dingding (wall posting) ng tanong patungkol sa kanyang patimpalak. Tinanong ko sya kung THAT ba talaga iyon at hindi WHAT.

Kung ang tanong ay ganito:

Kung mapapalitan ang THAT at magiging WHAT, eto ang kalalabasan: How do you know that you know that the mind knows what it knows? Mas simple ang tanong, at mas simple ang sagot. Parang ganito lang yan, “Paano mo nalalaman na ikaw (more…)