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Literary (Submission): Kathang-Isip




Maraming tanong ang naglalaro sa aking isipan. Alam kong may sagot ang mga ito pero hanggang ngayon, patuloy ko pa rin silang hinahanap.

"Bakit nga ba hindi tumitigil ang alon sa karagatan?"
Dahil patuloy silang naglalakbay hanggang sa makapiling nila ang dalampasigan.

"Bakit nga ba laging may bituin sa gabi?"
Dahil sinasamahan nila ang buwan, kabilugan man nito o hindi, hindi nila ito iniiwan.

"Bakit nga ba dapat may tugma ang mga tula?”
Dahil naniniwala ang mga salita na hindi dapat nag-iisa ang mga parirala.

Ilan lamang iyan sa mga teoryang binubuo ko. Ginawa ko ang mga teoryang ito sa paniniwalang ito ang tunay na mga sagot.

"Bakit nga ba hindi mo ako kayang piliin?"
Dahil kaya kitang mahalin. Gaya ng mga alon, hindi ako titigil sa paghahanap ng mga pinakapuro mong buhangin. Gaya ng mga bituin, hindi kita iiwan, masaya ka man o malungkot, lagi kitang sasamahan. Gaya ng mga salita, naniniwala rin ako na ang “ikaw” at “ako” ay magtutugma balang-araw.

Hindi mo ako kayang piliin, dahil kaya kitang mahalin sa mga pinakamalalim na pagpapakahulugan.
Hindi mo ako kayang piliin, dahil takot kang hindi matupad ang mga teorya ko.

Mali. Binuo ko ang mga ito upang paniwalain ang sarili ko sa mga bagay na hindi naman pala totoo.

"Bakit nga ba patuloy akong naniniwala sa mga kathang-isip kong ito?"
Hindi ko alam. Ewan. Siguro dahil umaasa pa rin ako sa'yo. Pero napapagod na rin ako.

"Kailan kaya ako titigil sa paniniwala sa mga kathang-isip kong ito?"
Kapag natanggap ko na
na ang mga kathang-isip ko
ay hanggang mga teorya lamang

Kapag natanggap ko na
na ang tanging sagot sa mga tanong
ay ang palayain ka

Literary: A Theory on Everything




What is everything?

First, everything is me,
I am everything.
That’s what I care about most.
That’s what I value most.

Then everything is family,
They are the people in my life,
Who care about me and for me;
Their mere presence makes anywhere,
Have the familiar comfort of a home;

Then everything is my friends,
They are those with whom I find,
The pleasures and joys of life,
And they are that warm embrace,
When my face is streaked with tears.

Then everything is the universe,
It is the stars and planets,
And that vast expanse between;
It dwarfs me in its magnificence,
Leaving me but a speck of dust;

But now and most importantly,
Everything is you,

You are the stars and planets,
And that vast expanse between;
You dwarf me in your magnificence,
Leaving me but a speck of dust;
You, to me, are the universe.

You are her with whom I find,
The pleasures and joys of life;
And you are that warm embrace,
When my face is streaked with tears.
You, to me, are a friend.

You are that person in my life,
Who cares about me and for me;
Your mere presence makes anywhere,
Have the familiar comfort of a home;
You, to me, are family.

And you’re what I value most.
You’re what I care about most.
You, to me, are everything

Literary: Assumption, Confusion, Contemplation




A goal worth pursuing
A foundation for attempts
A beginning that was magical
A girl worth loving

All was supposed to be perfect
All measures taken to be accurate
All results checked twice over
All done thinking of getting closer

None of them succeeded
None even came close
None of what I thought was true
None of it will ever happen again

No more attempts or trials
No more failures and embarrassment
No more pain and suffering
No more of you

I've tried and tried
Again and again
Over and over
But I can't seem to find out why

You never loved me back

Literary: A Single Smile





A day can go from bad to worse,
Can make you feel unlucky to cursed.
Can get you down and cause a frown,
Or simply leave you bound to ground.

But at times like this I have noticed,
Something like a hypothesis
Even if you’re blue for a while
No day ends without a single smile.

It can be a from any moment,
That may have made you grin,
A tiny titter from a win,
A shy giggle from a mishap,
A loud laugh you just can’t stop.
A silly joke that made you chuckle,
Or from someone’s funny chortle.

If in the end of the day you still feel bad
Just count the beaming moments you had.
And remember all the reasons why
It gave you that single smile.

Literary: Unknown





Silent voices
Creeping in
They keep screaming
Inside my brain
Little thoughts
Always coming
I keep doubting
My existence
As they consume me
I keep searching
An absolute theory
to interpret my actuality
Perhaps
Seeking one
Has never been
Trouble-free
For I am
Just a theory

Literary: Six Degrees




There are billions of people in this world
That I wouldn’t be able to meet
All linked by the same thread
Weaved in the same web
And I was fortunate enough
To interact with many

But because of unexplainable reasons
The one that matters most
Is the nearest
Yet hardest to reach

Six
Six degrees of separation
Few but tough obstacles that hinder
The barriers between him and me

Five
Five moments of hesitation
Waiting for the right time to profess
Yet leaving with feelings still kept hidden

Four
Four months of false hope
And these were entirely my fault
For interpreting all his friendly gestures wrong

Three
Three words of confession
Imprisoned in my own doubt
And shall stay a secret forever

Two
Two eyes of longing
For the smile he has, caused by another
And the happiness radiating from him and her

And one
One heart full of pure affection
For the boy oblivious to the joy he brings
To me who receives no love in return
And yet, refuses to give up and believe

That I was the only one destined to fall
He was the one I have always looked for
And that an “us” will remain a theory
Never anything more

Literary: Teoryang Karyoko





Teoryang Karyoko
Pinaikling “karma” at “ayaw ko”
Na iluminsayon sa bawat sandaling
“Ayaw ko sa’yo,” ang ibinubulong
Ng mga labi ng natitipuhan mo

Karma
Ito ang bukod-tanging sagot
Sa makasarili mong lungkot
Dahil muli’t muling babalik sa iyo
Aking pagdadalamhating iyong idinudulot

Ngunit ang pagbabayad-utang nga ba
Ang pangunahing simulain ng pag-ibig
Kung puro gantihan lang din naman
Ang ating kinahahantungan?

Sige
Ako na mismo’ng makikipagtunggali
Ipaglalaban kita kahit pa napakahapdi
Pasensya na’t nagpakabulag ang sarili;
Ang biglaang pagkatagpo mo ng kaligayahan mula sa iba
Na sa akin ay di mo nakita
Ay di kailanman naging pagkakasala

Dahil ang Teoryang Karyoko,
Kathang-isip lamang nitong nagkakaila kong puso

Ngayong nakahanap ka na
Ng tumugon sa’yo ng “Gusto rin kita”
Tiyak na hindi ka na kinarma
Dahil purong kaluguran ang iisa kong nadama
Nang ika’y pakawalan na

Literary: Cascading Events





Billy wasn’t the brightest, but he also wasn’t the dimmest. He was like everybody else, actually – except for one thing: he was very forgetful. He forgets to toast his sandwiches during breakfast. He forgets to turn on the shower before taking a bath. Heck, he even forgot to put his clothes on once before going to school!

Now, it was one sunny day, and Billy was late for school. It shouldn’t matter much, except that every single subject of the day had major tests and quizzes waiting for him and his classmates, so he had to go to school quick! But in his mad rush to get to school, he didn’t realize that he left his bag at home, only noticing it when his classmates pointed it out. As he doesn’t have anything else with him, he asked his classmates for any writing material, yet they all can’t lend anything to him.

Of course, considering that the entire day was filled with consecutive tests, and he had nothing to write with, he failed. Badly. And, of course, his parents heard of it. His father, however, was the one who took it worse.

His father was working out of town as a construction worker, and the news that his son messed up put him in a bad mood for the entire day. He wasn’t able to focus on the ongoing construction, and as he was passing around the materials, he lost his grip on them, sending them down to his coworkers below. They managed to catch them, stumbling into the weaker parts of the scaffolding, sending a huge chunk of it and collapsing on the ground.

One worker got his legs caught while everything was collapsing around him. He was immediately rushed to the hospital, but considering that his legs were outright crushed, and that he cannot afford any prosthetics for them, he was rendered immobile from the waist down for the rest of his life. So of course, he had to go and get a wheelchair to be remotely able to move around town.

Many months later, he was getting used to his new life as a cripple, and while he was out doing errands on a cold winter morning, his wheelchair started slipping around the ice, and down the slope of a hill. At the bottom,children were playing, and as they noticed the poor guy screaming as his wheelchair sped down the hill, they decided to run away in different directions, to avoid getting hit.

One of them just so happened to run across the path of a garbage truck, which was full to the brim with the neighborhood’s trash. And so, the garbage truck swerved over to one side to get out of the kid’s way, but instead it crashed on a telephone pole, knocking it over.

The telephone pole crashed down on a neighbor’s house, into the kitchen. The gas stove got hit and started a fire before the fuel tanks promptly exploded. The entire house managed to catch fire, and considering how close the other houses were to each other, so did they. Not much time had passed before a third of the neighborhood was blazing away. With the fire brigade rushing towards it, an entire morning was spent combatting the flames, until the ruins laysmoldering on the snow.

With an entire third of the local populace displaced, they had to go and seek shelter elsewhere. Thankfully, their neighbors were kind enough to offer them their homes as temporary refuge while those affected either started rebuilding their houses or looked for another place to stay. And despite all that had happened, they still found reason to smile. After all, what’s the point of dwelling on the problems now, when you can try with all your might and succeed over them instead?

Little do they know that it was all because Billy forgot his bag.

Literary: Non-Existent




The past is unreal.
There is no such thing as yesterday.
From the moment his eyes met mine and started the magic
From the way he told me he loved me and made my heart skip a beat.

From the day he said he had enough of me.
To the moment I let him go because I knew we weren’t meant to be
The moment our love became nothing but a memory
The moment I thought I could never be able to stand up again
And eventually found another who I can love with my whole being

All of that is untrue.
Because they never existed.

Because what’s real is today, right now, the present
This day is the only one that truly exists
From your hand that’s holding mine right now.
To the coffee we’re drinking under this cold starry night
From this moment we’re sharing under the moon
To the loving gaze you’re giving me as I read this poem to you
The both of us are what matters now
Because my present is you.

Literary: Mary





Mary was a scientist
Living in her little black and white room
She knew everything there ever was
From the first ray of light to our impending doom

Mary knew everything
What, who, where, when, why, how
She knew every research ever made
All about the past, the future and the now

All she has in her little room
Is her one black and white computer
Telling her everything she needs to know
All information known from then and forever

Now, Mary knew one thing in particular
She knew everything about colors
How many neurons vibrate, jump and go
She knew of red and blue and yellow

Mary knows the pigment composition
Of every color ever made
But Mary has never seen
One color on her screen

One day, her computer turned itself off
And the screen went all black
Mary tried to fix it
But she couldn’t bring the picture back

Then it buzzed
And showed a single picture on the screen
On a blue background was a red apple
With leaves colored green

Now the question is this:
Does Mary know something new?
Since she has never seen color
What does this picture do?

To Mary who has only known black and white
But knows everything happening in the brain
Does Mary already know the sensation
Of seeing red and blue and green?

Not everything could be represented by formulas
Or letters or numbers themselves
So, Mary wouldn’t know what it truly feels like
Until she has seen the colors herself

Literary: My Theory of Everything




   
I believe that everything has its reason, that things are meant to happen, emotions are meant to be felt, and realities are meant to be accepted. To keep moving forward no matter what happens, whether you can’t find your purpose or you lost your happiness. Don’t go backwards despite the pain of your past keeps pulling you to them; if things are getting tough stop for a moment, think about what you should and shouldn’t be doing. And the most common misconception is that you should always do the right thing. No, you shouldn’t. Choose the wise decision over being right, because if you’re doing nothing wrong, you’re not improving yourself, there are no mistakes to learn from. If you keep going right, you’re always bound to come back to where you began. I learned that the hard way.

For years I remained hopeful, for a love that I thought was worth trying. I knew that I shouldn’t rush things so I waited, I thought that waiting for the right time, waiting for the universe to do its magic is all I had to do. But, no it doesn’t work that way. I was losing hope, after being hurt and feeling so tired, I broke down. I spent weeks sleeping at 3AM, months of inconsistency, and years of trying hard to have something that isn’t really meant to be, just to find out that this wasn’t for me, this, isn’t ever going to be for us. But despite what happened, I have no regrets. And I’m not taking back what I said that she was worth pursuing, because I still think she is, but the thing is we don’t deserve each other. We couldn’t give the love we both deserved.

But I found a new light, a reason to believe that that there’s something better in store for us. She started out as someone who makes me smile for no reason. And eventually we became the happiness I lost, it wasn’t the same as before, but why ask for the same thing if the fate of that is just to be lost again. To be the one that sees her best even when she’s at her best... to have someone lift you even when you’re at your lowest. To never had the thought to complain that you’re tired of what you’re doing because you always see that she’s worth every single effort. Actually being valuable to someone, the feeling that you really are likeable, that someone could actually love you the way you deserve to be loved. To have someone pick up your broken pieces as you pick up hers. Finally having a reason to believe in love again, a reason to believe that things will be better.

This may seem too optimistic but it’s another point of view you may want to consider. You may not get what you wanted the first time around, but you’ll get the good things you deserve eventually. Always choose the wise decision over the right one. Choose to move forward and refuse to move backward, you’re never unworthy of the good things in life. Thank you because you’re the inspiration behind my theorization.

Literary: Conspiracies





When the truth is hard to believe,
There’s a book you can read,
An article you can retrieve,
Or a person you can seek.

Which talks about Beyoncé and Jay-z,
As leaders of the Illuminati.
Extraterrestrials who roam around,
Capturing those who are safe and sound.

Talks about how cloning exists,
The frightening rise of ISIS,
The ever-growing Mandela Effect,
And hybrid humans and insects.

Taylor Swift’s the queen of lizards,
Around a bunch of hunky bodyguards.
The moon landing was also deemed fake,
And people shape-shift into snakes.

Conspiracy theories,
Are just beliefs,
Only made up,
To mask and cover reality.

These helped me believe,
That the love we had was not real.
I was blinded with your guaranteed security,
Without any sign of certainty.

Literary: Royal Road of Unconscious





They say true dreamers never sleep,
So here I am, on a never ending trip.
Directions leading to nowhere,
Act as my guide as I explore this world.

Lost in my unconscious thoughts,
My repressed feelings embrace me.
Introduced themselves one by one,
Made sure that I recognize them.

In here,
I see my hidden desires,
Those I didn't know before.

In here,
I fulfill my concealed wishes,
Those I never dared to say out loud.

In here,
There are no lies, no secrets,
Just pure emotion, just as Freud said.

In here,
I see the real me,
And the monsters that control me.

But still,
I choose to continue the long drive,
Because reality is much more cruel,
Than the beasts on my own road.

Literary: Kung Nasaan Ka Man




     

Minsan, napapaisip ako kung ang ako sa mundong ito ay sumaya na sa iba pang mga mundong umiiral.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro makulit ako. Laging nilalapitan ang mga tao kahit hindi ko sila kakilala. Hindi iniisip masyado kung tama ba ang aking mga ikinikilos. Hindi pinoproblema kung tatanggapin ba ako ng mga taong nasa paligid ko, basta ang mahalaga, kilala ko ang sarili ko.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro ipinaglalaban ko kung ano ang gusto ko dahil buhay ko ito. Hindi ko pipiliting sabihan ang puso ko na ilagay sa ilalim ng lupa ang pagmamahal ko sa sining dahil di ako matutulungan nito, dahil hindi ito ang gusto ng magulang ko.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro malaya ako’t hindi nakagapos sa sari-saring paniniwala ng aking mga magulang. Hindi nabibingi ang aking mga tainga sa mga salitang: “Ito ang mali… ito ang tama…” Mga salitang nakabatay sa sarili nilang kagustuhan.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro hindi ko pinipilit ang sarili kong tuparin at mahalin ang mga pangarap ng aking mga magulang na hindi nila natupad noon. Siguro sa ikaapat na mundong iyon, tinutupad ko na ang aking sariling mithiin na hindi ko maatim-atim dito sa mundong ito.

At minsan din, napapaisip ako, kung ang ikaw ba sa mundong ito’y matatagpuan ko sa iba’t ibang uri ng daigdig.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro, isa ka sa mga taong nilapitan ko. Baka naging magkaibigan tayo... Baka rin hindi. Ngunit sigurado ako na isa ka sa mga taong ninanais kong makasama nang matagal katulad ng nararamdaman ko sa mundo natin ngayon.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro hindi ko pilit na ibinaon sa ilalim ng lupa ang mga gusto kong sabihin saiyo. Hindi ko siguroipinagpipilitang palitan ang iyong pangalan dahil sa takot, takot na baka magalit ang aking mga magulang ‘pag nakita nila ang pangalan mong nakaukit sa aking puso. Hindi ko siguro sinunog ang mga liham na isinulat ko para sa iyo, na dapat nababasa mo upang malaman mo na ang pagmamahal ko saiyo ay totoo. Hindi ko rin siguro pinunit ang mga ginuhit na pahinang may sari-saring reaksyon ng iyong mukha.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro malaya ako’t nakaalis na sa gapos ng mga ekspektasyon ng aking mga magulang na hindi ko kayang abutin dahil iba ang daang nais kong tahakin. Ang mga mali at tama ay hindi nakabase sa kanilang mga paniniwala. Isang mundo kung saan alam ko sa aking sarili na hindi mali ang aking mga nararamdaman para sa iyo kahit na ilang beses pa akong nasasaktan sa mundo natin ngayon.

Sa ibang mundo, siguro habang minamahal ko ang aking sariling pangarap, ikaw pa rin ang aking musa sa bawat pahina na ginuguhitan.

Sa iba’t ibang mundong umiiral, kung nasaan ka man at kung nasaan man ako, alam kong ikaw pa rin ang unang minahal ko.

Literary: Raison d' Être





You—
Are the reason I'm fighting this fight
My driving force to see the light
At the end of this
tunnel, cave or road;
Whatever you may call this life

You—
Are the reason why I get up in the morning
Why I choose to live despite these feelings
Of regret, sorrow, and remorse
For me just being—
Me

You—
Accepted all my mistakes;
Mistakes this society forced me to unmake—
Which, I’m sorry,
I can’t undo,
I can’t erase,
I can’t forsake

But

You—
Healed me with your love,
And I thank the Heavens above
For sending me a
friend, a shoulder, a God
Lord, you are my ikigai
The reason I try
My best to stay alive

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