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Literary: Writer's Block



Sadyang mahirap maging MC
Kailangang mabilis mag-isip
Kailangang magaling humabi
Nang agad maisulat ang naiisip

Kay raming gustong sabihin
Pero di naman maisulat anumang pilit
Siguro ‘yun nga ang maituturing
Na writer’s block

Gusto kong magsulat ng balita
Para di masyadong pag-iisipan
Wala na kasing creative juices
Ang dumadaloy sa aking katawan

Meron naman akong paksang naiisip
Pero ang pangit gamitin sa huling pub
Atheism, LGBT, lahat ang pangit
Wala pang koneksiyon sa #LoveMC – hindi swak

Mahina pa naman akong mag-Filipino
Mali-mali naman ang mga salitang napili ko.
Balu-baluktot pa ang pagkakabuo
Ng mga taludtod ng tula ko.

Wala nang masasabi’t tulala na sa hangin.
Ganoon yata talaga ang nagsusulat.
Minsang kay bilis ng dating ng mga ideya
Kung mamalasin nama’y wala ni isang letra.

Ganoon yata ang maging MC
Minsang blanko ang isip
Walang maisulat
Minsang nag-uumapaw ang utak
Kay raming kuwentong tumatatak.

Pero sa ngayon ang masasabi ko lang:
Ang hirap talaga pag may writer's block.

Literary: Irreversible


Literary: For Even When x Yet In The End




Literary: Neverland


Take me to neverland
Where the stories come true
Where I can get lost
Just to be found by you

You took me to neverland
A new story written
A story where we never
Had to pretend

But neverland isn’t forever
It will have to come to an end
And right before I knew it
Reality was back in a second

Take me to neverland
Cause my dreams are now tainted black
I don’t want our story to end just yet
So please, if you could, take me back

Literary (Submission): Black Keys, White Keys



She walks from despair
As the colors all fade to grey
And every precious moment goes to waste
Like shadows losing their way

She steps on the pedals heavily
Hoping they will suddenly pass
She plays plainly on whites
On her grand piano, but alas

The black keys never looked more beautiful
The perfect rainbow never seemed so dull
The dim light never shone so bright
And every word spoken seemed null

She plays the last movement
The one that took the longest to write
Yet it would be better if
Sometimes a love stayed black and white



He made way for despair
As the colors started to fade
As every precious moment went to waste
Like a shadow that lost its way

He stepped on the pedals too heavily
Hoping they would come right back up
He tried to play on the whites
On the ground piano called life

The black keys were never even beautiful
And the rainbow was never that dull
But one thing was for sure-
Yes, every word we said turned null

He created the last movement
The one that took the longest to write
Yet maybe it would’ve been better if
His love hadn’t stayed black and white

Literary: Drown


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