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Literary (Submission): The MC Effect






Ang unang bagay na ipagagawa sa MC
Ay ang magsulat.
Magsulat.
Ano nga ba ang isusulat,
Kung wala naman akong papel,
Walang papel sa buhay mo?

Panulat.
Meron akong panulat.
Meron akong lapis na walang tasa.
Pointless.
Pointless na pagtingin dahil hindi nakikita.

Pero kailangang magpatuloy.
Gumamit ako ng bolpen.
Pero ang daming pagkakamali
Ubos na ang correction tape ko pero hindi pa rin mabura
Ayaw mabura sa isip ko ang ngiti mong kay ganda
Ayaw mabura sa isip ko ang ‘hi’ at ‘hello’ mo na parang ‘I love you’ na
Ayaw mabura sa isip ko na may gusto ka na palang iba
Hindi ako
Hindi ako makapagsulat.
‘Wag ngayon.

Upang ipaalala sa aking sarili, ako’y nagdikit ng Post-it sa pader.
“Bukas: Magsusulat na ako.”
Dumating ang panibagong araw,
Wala na ang Post-it.
Mga alaala nating kinalimutan mo
Parang Post-it na idinikit sa pader.
Ilang saglit, nasa utak mo tapos wala na, maglalaho.

Ilang sandali, nakatapos din.
Nakapagsulat na ng isang mahabang tula
Sa haba, kinailangan ko i-staple
Pero nagkamali ako ng napagsamang papel
Kinailangan ko pang paghiwalayin.
Ang mahirap sa staple wire, nag-iiwan ng marka
Kahit anong pagbibitiw ang gawin
Nananatili pa rin
Sa utak ko ang saya nang mabasa mo ang aking obra
Ang sinabi mo:
“Ang ganda naman.”
Napunit ang gilid ng papel noong pilit kong pinaghiwalay
Ang tanga ko talaga.
Bahala na.

Aking pinasa ang ginawang tula
Pero walang gurong naghihintay sa mesa
Iniwan ko na lang at nilagyan
Sa ibabaw ng paperweight
Paperweight na napakabigat
Napakabigat sa pakiramdam na hindi pwede
Hindi pwedeng maging tayo
Kasi meron nang kayo.

Wala akong papel.
Walang punto.
Hindi ko kayang burahin sa isip ko ang mga nakalimutan mo nang mga alaala
Hindi ko kayang mabura ang pagkakamali kong minahal kita.
Hindi ako nag-paper clip para walang marka, walang maiiwan, walang masisira.

Walang nandoon sa mesa
Na naghihintay na tumanggap
Ng aking tulang isinulat.
Walang tumanggap ng ibinuhos na damdamin.
Hindi mo nabasa itong tula
Na para sa iyo kahit hindi ka akin.

Literary (Submission): Ang Sinisigaw ng Katahimikan






Magkasama tayong dal'wa sa malamig na batong upuan
Hapon na
Kailangan mo nang umuwi
Pero sabi mo sa tatay mo may project ka pa sa art
Kahit ang pinipinta mo lang naman
Ay mga di mawaring hugis
Gamit ang watercolor
Na sa'yong mga mata’y tila walang kulay

Wala akong masabi
Wala ka ring imik
Tahimik
Sa pang-ilang ulit
Babad na naman tayo sa makabasag-tengang katahimikan
Binging-bingi na ako

Walang salitang lumalabas sa bibig mo
Na mas madalas naman ay mga hinaing mo sa buhay ang isinisigaw
Hahawakan ko sana ang kamay mo
Kasi alam ko na
Di ko na kailangang tanungin
Hindi ka okay
‘Di tayo okay
Pero nilayo mo ang mga daliri mo
Na tila napaso ka sa balat ko
Kahit dati nama'y hinahanap-hanap mo ang init nito

Walang nangyayari
Walang nagsasalita
Pero parang ‘yun pa ang maraming sinasabi
Ang katahimikan
Sa pag yuko mo pa lang
Sinasabi mo nang pagod ka na
Sa bawat hawi ng buhok
Sinasabing makikinig pa
Sa mahina kong tinig
At sa paulit-ulit ko nang binabanggit

Di na natin kailangan ng mga salita
Kasi alam na nating dalawa
Kung ano yung sasabihin ng isa’t isa
Mga gasgas na dahilan
Mga desisyong di pinag-isipan
Mga pagpapatawad na labag sa kalooban
Lahat ng ito paulit-ulit na lang

Umalis ka
At iniwan ako
Sa panghuling pagkakataon
Hindi ko masabing paalam
Kasi alam mo na ang lahat
Hindi ko masabing ingat
Dahil ako ang nagdudulot ng kapahamakan
Di ko masabing patawad
Kasi luging-lugi ka na
Di ko masabing mahal kita
Dahil hindi na
Hindi na ulit

At ngayo'y mag-isa ako
Nagpipinta ng mga di mawaring hugis
Gamit ang sarili kong tila walang kulay, walang sigla
Di sinasabi ang dapat sabihin
Di inamin ang dapat aminin
Walang imik
Nakayuko
At nalulunod sa ingay ng katahimikan at kawalan

Literary (Submission): (Un)Forgettable






How can I forget someone like you?
When your iridescent eyes are nonpareil
Captivating me so effortlessly
Forever bound by your spell

How can you not forget someone like me?
When my eyes are glazed and fatigued
Staring blankly into the void
Disconnected from reality

How can I forget someone like you?
When your smile heals my broken soul
A reminder of how oblivious you were
Of how my heart you stole

How can you not forget someone like me?
When my smile holds no sincerity
Nothing but a mere distraction
From the emptiness that fills me

How can I forget someone like you?
When you are so fearless and unafraid
Your words hold so much meaning
An indelible serenade

How can you not forget someone like me?
When my life is a never-ending charade
Of words that form constellations in my head
But evade me when I have something to say

No wonder you forgot someone like me
For you saw what everyone else couldn’t see
You saw someone who’s still breathing
But inside slowly dying.

Comic Strip: Sail







Literary: For the Last Time






Months have passed
Still, here I am
Writing something about you
Again.

It’s been a while,
I know I should stop.
But my hand can’t stop itself;
It won’t stop writing about you.

I remember how your voice sent shivers all over me,
When you whispered sweet words into my ears.
But then I felt something sting my heart
As I recalled how you so bluntly said, “Let’s end this.”

I admit that I miss you.
All the tears we shed,
All the happy memories we made,
All the times we said, “I love you.”

But I miss my old self even more.
The one who didn’t cry every night,
The happy girl everyone used to see,
The one who wished she had never met you.

I have wasted too much time
Thinking about where I went wrong.
Then I realized I wasn’t at fault
Because it was you all along.

After all, I don’t regret anything.
I may have changed a lot, have been broken a lot,
But it was to give myself a chance
To be a better version of what I once was

It took so long,
But at least I learned to let go.
Just give me some time
And I’ll be fine.

Months have passed
And yes, here I am
Writing something about you
For the last time.

Literary: A Cup of Coffee






It is quite a feat to sip a hot cup of coffee alone, when we used to do it together. You loved it sweet and foamy and hated what you tasted of my macchiato. You giggled when I burnt my tongue and I got back at you by wiping the cream off your lips. Then we’d sit beside each other. You’d lean your head against my shoulder, put your hand in mine, and we’d talk about absolutely anything.

It was a rainy afternoon then, same as what the forecast said for today. The cold wind in the coffee shop enveloped me, as I tried to fight it with the heat of a cup of coffee; heat which used to be from your limitless affection, your endless love.

It was a year from this day, if I’m not mistaken, that we drank our last cup together. It was different from those scalding ones we had before. This time, it was iced; cold as how our hearts parted from each other. It was a hot summer night, when I chose to wipe the tears off your face rather than just the sweat from the immense heat. My throat was parched, dry as the drought that I suddenly felt in my heart. My tongue got tired of the taste of macchiato, the same time I got tired of our love for each other.

Maybe the bitterness in the change of blend to a ristretto also changed the way I felt about you. I got my tongue burnt for the last time. I messed up the words I was supposed to tell you, and instead of giving you the usual laugh, all I brought were tears. Nothing happened after that. The coffee that used to be hot and sweet is now cold and bitter.

Now I’m here, sitting alone in one corner of the same café, watching you from across the room as you drink your favorite cup of latte. Quite nostalgic, yet things are different from what they used to be a year ago. A bigger smile is painted on your face, as the guy you were with burnt his tongue and wiped the foam off your lips.

I still remember the last time I got mine burnt, too, then stumbled upon the words I wanted to tell you; I still have them with me though, on the same day, in the same café, but in a different scenario, hoping that I could still tell you what I really meant. If I told you these now, would you still remember the feeling of how we drank our cup of coffee back then?

I took several steps across the room to get to your space. With my palms all sweaty, I opened my mouth. I paused for a moment, “Hi, it's been a while,” with an awkward smile on my face. We had a little chat, yet it didn’t last long. “I’ll leave you two now. I’m really happy for you,” and walked to the counter where, before leaving, I took home a cup of macchiato. I just felt like it; I missed the way it tastes.

Up to the last moment, I didn’t get my words right. I guess it’s how it is supposed to be. But maybe it was the best decision to make. You two looked so happy, happier than we ever were. He loved you more than I did, and my dear, it is something you deserve.

It was still pouring outside and my eyes were wet, perhaps from the rain. My chest was cramping up, maybe from too much caffeine. I wiped my eyes, took a deep breath, and finally started walking away.

Literary: Three Cheers






Betray (verb.)
What once was ours, is now gone.
We told each other things that we’d never let anyone else hear.
But one of your secrets came from another mouth, not yours.
A secret that mattered,
A secret I could live with
If only you told me.

Trust (verb.)
I have entrusted my life to hands that have shed blood
I have confided in a shallow heart
My mind has been fooled by your sugarcoated kindness
I never thought someone like you could be so
Deadly
With words kept at the bottom of your throat

Age (verb.)
The moments that bloomed into our friendship
Have turned into memories that lay in the dust.
As time passed,
Our bond grew stronger.
As time passed,
The wine became sour.

Literary: The Only Word






I’ve made my decision
and that is to leave.
I am done with the constant fights.
I am done with all the crying.
I am done with all these.

And I am done with you.

I can’t feel anything but
hatred, loathing, anger and antipathy.
All I wanted was to hurt you but
I knew that it would hurt me more.

And I hate you for that.

I hate you for always making me feel this way.
I hate you for just standing there
and saying nothing.
I hate you for not saying the only word
that can make the turmoil in my heart disappear
One word, four letters to put everything in place:

“Stay.”

It was the only word I wanted to hear from you.
But you said nothing.

Literary: Full or Foolish






When you left me,
I ate my words
During a breakfast
Of half-cooked promises
And steaming farewells.
In heaping servings of useless pain,
You burned my throat
Until I could speak no longer.

When you came back,
We chose our words
During a lunch
Of hand-picked conversations
And only the best of phrases.
In tiny servings of expensive love,
We emptied our hearts
Until we could give no longer.

Before I left,
You withheld your words
During a dinner
Of candle-lit emotions
And indulgent declarations.
In a single serving of bittersweet goodbyes,
I smothered your intentions
Until you could stay no longer.

Literary: Nakabibingi






Nakabibingi
Ang bawat sigawan ninyo tuwing gabi
Na kulang na lang ay basagin niyo
Lahat ng baso't pinggan natin

Nakabibingi
Ang bawat "Hindi" at "Ayoko"
Na lagi niyong bukambibig
Sa bawat pag-uusap natin

Nakabibingi
ang bawat patak ng luha
Na nagmumula sa aking mga mata
Dulot ng labis kong pagluha

Ngunit mas higit na nakakabingi
Ang nakasusulasok na katahimikang iyong iniwan
Simula noong
kami'y iyong nilisan

Literary: The Lost Word






He was played

He was foolish enough
To have thought it possible
To love

He who was so unamiable
He who was disnatured,
So destitute of feelings

Who could ever love him?

Because unlike the crowd of fanatics
Who subscribe to Universalism,
Believing that one day we will all be saved
By the great power who bestowed upon us
Everything

This being, has endowed him with nothing
Nothing so enchanting
Nothing so lacking in him

Than love

For how could one ever love
If he was never loved?

He would wake up in the middle of the night
To shouts in the other room
The reboant sounds of a failing marriage
The signs of love lost, if there ever were

He would eat his breakfast
With no one at his side
But the whispers clinging to the air,
“You are alone.”

There is no such word as love

It is a made-up word
Constructed by us mere mortals
To give us the illusion of escape,
From this deep hole we have found ourselves in

Unlike the devotees, he will never be saved

From neglect, from abandonment

He will be forgotten
Like the children from the unlit garden
Doomed to seek this thing called love
Yet never find it

Literary: Mas Gusto ko ang mga Tula






Pangungusap (png.)
Grupo ng mga salita
May isang tiyak na kahulugan
Kadalasang diretso ang pagkakasabi at pagkakasulat
Nagtatapos sa isang tuldok

Tula (png.)
Grupo ng mga talinhaga
Walang katapusan ang mga kahulugan
Malikhain at may damdamin
Walang katapusan

“Mahal kita.”
Isang pangungusap na sinabi mo sa akin
“Mahal rin kita…”
Isang tulang sinambit ko sa iyo

Para sa iyo ang “tayo” ay isang pangungusap
Iisa ang kahulugan iisa ang patutunguhan
Mahal kita. Tapos. Tapos sa isang tuldok
Wala man lang paliwanag kung bakit ito nagtapos
Wala man lang pasabi na matatapos na ito

Para sa akin ang “tayo” ay isang tula
May ritmong kaaya-aya, matalinhaga,
Mahal kita… may karugtong pa… mahal kita dahil…
Di ito nagtatapos sa isang tuldok
Pero ang bawat salita nito ay may paliwanag

Mahal pa rin kita…
Dahil para sa akin ang “tayo” ay isang tula
At ang mahal kita ay di matatapos
Kahit na tinapos mo na ito sa isang tuldok
Kahit na wala ka na

Literary: Definition






When I tell you “I love you,” it only means I love you.
It doesn’t mean I have a crush on you or I like you.
It doesn’t mean I love my best guy friend or my childhood crush.
All it means is that I love you.

But do you know what it doesn’t mean?
It doesn’t mean that you love me back or that you have to do so.
It doesn’t mean that I’m important to you.
It doesn’t even mean that I’m a part of your life.
It doesn’t mean anything else
Because all it means when I tell you “I love you”
Is that I do.

Literary: Without Words






You make my day, beloved.
Greet me with thy embrace.
There is no need for words tonight,
you fill the empty space.

The chilly air surrounds us now.
Speak no more dear, but smile.
Thy silent soul warms just like fire
so stay with me a while.

Come, paint thy blues with tears
or sing thy soundless symphony.
I’ll listen with my everything
So long as you are near me.

Mind not what this world utters
Remember only what’s within.
I love you; that’s what matters
that’s how it’s always been.

Our love is a story untold
its secrets are buried deep.
Unpretentious, yes, and pure,
as you and I had sworn to keep.

So speak no more and I’ll join you,
let’s love the quiet way
for with or without words I know,
I love you anyway.

Literary: Pagpapantig






Dalawang salita
Apat na pantig
“MAHAL KITA”
‘yan ang bukambibig.

Sa ilang taon,
Sa mga pinalagpas na pagkakataon,
Sa hindi malaman na rason,
Inilihim mga salitang iyon.

Natatakot na baka,
Hindi pa ngayon ang panahon,
Baka wala lang ding mapala,
Na baka lakas ng loob ay kulang pa.

Ngunit heto,
Pag-ibig ko sa’yo,
Sigurado na ako,
Wala nang atrasan, gagawin ko na ‘to.

Damdamin para sa’yo
Mga titik ay hahayaang umagos sa labi
Uunti-untiing ilabas ang damdaming matagal itinago,
At sisiguraduhing sa wakas; akin nang masasabi

Apat na salita
Pitong  pantig
Buong pusong sasambitin
“Mahal kita noon pa” nais ko’y iyong mabatid.

Literary: Tinakbuhang Kasaysayan






Kapag kinausap mo siyang muli,
‘Wag kang magugulat kung ang una niyang babanggitin sa iyo’y;
“Sino ka?”

Kapag kinausap mo siyang muli,
‘Wag mo ng asahan ang nakasanayang,
“Kamusta ka?”

Kapag kinausap mo siyang muli,
Tanggapin mong ‘di na niya sasabihing,
“Mahal kita.”
Tanggapin mong masasaktan ka.

Alam kong sa dulo, doon ka magsisimula
At mahaba ang daan na iyong lalakbayin,
Walang kalsadang nakalaan para sa mga kwentong tinakbuhan na ng mga alaala.
Gaano man kahaba ang tulay na ilatag mo para maipaalala sa kanya ang lahat,
Mauubusan ka ng mga salita.

Bago ka pa man makarating sa kanya,
Siguradong malayong-malayo na
Ang inyong mga pangako sa isa’t isa
At mahihirapan ka lamang sundan
Ang anino ng kanyang katahimikan.

Ngunit ‘wag kang susuko.
Maubos mo man ang buong diksyunaryo,
Patuloy kang kumuha ng bagong transkripto.
Ipaalala mo ang ginhawa, ang matamis na ligaya
ng mga salitang “Nakauwi ka na ba?"
          “Kamusta ka?”
               at “Mahal kita”.

Ipaalala mo ang kakaibang saya
Sa pagsambit ng masasayang alaala ninyong dalawa.
Madehado ka man sa laban,
Manatili ka dahil mahal mo.

Ipaalala mong minsan siyang naniwala
sa pangako ng walang hanggan.
Bago pa man
          yaong gabing nagkaroon ng banggaan.
Bago pa man
          yaong gabing tinakbo mo siyang duguan.
Bago pa man yaong oras
          na kinausap ka ng doktor at sinabing,
“Malala ang sugat sa kanyang isipan.”
Bago pa man
          yaong araw na bigla ka niyang nakalimutan.
Bago pa man yaong segundong
          tinakbuhan siya ng kasaysayan.

Ipaalala mo ang lahat sa kanya
Pagkat ‘di mo na mauulit pa –
Ang mga pagkakataon ninyong dalawa;
Ang mga lumisang alaala.

Literary: Someday






Every day, I hope to still hear your…

…Good morning!
My motivation to start the day right,
A reminder that I get to spend another day with you.
I look forward to every day,
Knowing that I'll wake up to my favorite view,
You.

…Good night!
It is my lullaby,
Like music before I sleep.
It makes everything feel right
Even if it isn't,
And for me, that is enough

…I promise!
Your promise that you won't leave
And that you’ll stay by my side
Through thick and thin,
Because I am worth too much to be left behind

These words mean so much to me
And just like that, you took them away
Like how you took your love away from me

Now these words mean nothing
Because they no longer come from you

But I'll still hold on to hope that,
Even if it's impossible,
Someday, maybe someday,
I'll wake up to your good mornings again.

Literary: 'Til Death Do Us Part






“I take you, to be my love…”

Her eyes were beautiful-
A window to her lovely soul
A maiden so prim
Who took a chance on love

“…to have and to hold, from this day forward…”

A gamble it may seem,
But the maiden and the prince
Held each other, swayed and danced
Through the brightest of days
And even the stormy nights

“…for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer…”

She has lost her tiara—
All the love and happiness she ought to have
Her prince caught her in a castle of love
But the walls are squeezing her inside, leaving her bleary
All windows are slowly closing
no ray of beauty, but a strangling room of hurt
This is what losing in love might be

“…In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish…”

How funny that kings and queens say the same vows
But only a few make it true
Promises so real—
Only while young and ardent

They have caused a disconcertment of love
And this atrocity—

“…Till death do us part.”

Literary: "I Do."






You were dancing along ahead of me.
“You really love saying that don’t you?” I said with a smile.
“I do!” you cheered.
I balanced along the bricks of the sidewalk
“Do you ever want to get married?”I asked as my smile grew bigger.
“I do,” you stated with a small giggle.
“Aaand you know that I love you, right?” I inquired while walking faster, trying to catch up to you.
“I do,” you answered as you twirled and circled around me
“So why don’t we get married?” I asked, louder than I would’ve wanted.
“I...don’t want to,” you said as your dance slowed and got closer to me.
“Why?” I’m trying to reach out to you and dance along.
“I have my reasons.” You’re avoiding my attempts to get to you, and so you stumble and fall.
You just kept laughing even though you fell and scraped your knee. I took out my handkerchief and wrapped it around your wound.
“Geez, it’s like you’re not even hurt!” I exclaimed while helping you get up on your feet.
“Of course I get hurt, silly, it’s just that I don’t show it,” you explained as you ran ahead of me like nothing happened.
I stopped right there and watched you run, back turned to me.
“Hey!” I shouted, calling out to you.
“Do you ever get sad, then?” I asked.
You turned to me with a tear-stained face.
“I do.”

Literary: Kaibigan






“Tama bang mahulog ako sa’yo?”
“Ngunit kaibigan kita, pwede ba yun?”
“Bakit bigla na lang nagbago ang lahat at tila napapamahal na ako sa’yo?”

Iyan ang mga tanong na bumabagabag sa aking isipan, mga salitang paulit-ulit na pumapasok sa aking utak.

“Pero, bakit nga ba ako nahuhulog sa’yo?”

Sa bawat oras na tayo’y magkasama, hinding-hindi mapapantayan ng iba ang saya at ngiti na iyong ibinibigay sa akin. Ang iyong mga matang kumikinang na parang mga bituin, inaakit ang aking paningin. Ikaw ang nakakaintindi sa akin nang lubusan at ikaw rin ang kaibigang aking maasahan. Lagi kang nasa aking tabi tuwing ika’y kailangan. Isa kang tunay na kaibigan pero iba naman ang nakabingwit sa iyong puso.

Sa bawat oras na ako’y sinusukuan, sa bawat panahong ako’y nahihirapan at pagod na sa aking buhay, palagi mong sinasabi upang ‘di ako sumuko:

“Kaya mo ‘yan.”
“’Wag kang susuko.”

Higit sa lahat, tumatak sa akin isipan ang sinabi mong:

“Maraming nagmamahal sa’yo at isa na ako sa kanila.”

Ngunit bilang isang kaibigan lang pala ang turing mo sa akin. Kahit ganoon, dahil sa sinabi mo, mas nagkaroon ako ng lakas ng loob na sabihin sa’yo ang tunay kong nararamdaman.

Dumating na ang takdang oras upang ako’y umamin, upang ibahagi sa’yo ang matagal ko ng lihim. Umaasa akong iisa ang itinitibok ng ating puso. Handa akong tanggapin kung ano man ang iyong desisyon.

Inaya kitang mag-usap sa ating tambayan kung saan una tayong nagkakilala. Handang-handa na akong magtapat ng totoo.

Dali – dali kong sinabi, “May importante akong sasabihin sa’yo.”

“Ako rin, may aaminin pala ako sa’yo.”

Biglang nagliwanag ang aking mga mata. Umasa akong aamin ka ng iyong nararamdaman. Pinauna na kitang magsalita.

“Kami na nga pala ng crush ko!”

Umamin ka nga ng nararamdaman pero para naman sa iba. Biglang nadurog ang aking puso. Pinipigilan kong lumuha sa iyong harapan. Kitang-kita sa iyong mga mata kung gaano ka kasaya sa iyong nadarama para kanya. Pero ang ngiting nakikita ko noong sinabi mo iyon, ay ang ngiting pumapatay sa aking puso.

Masakit man pero ginusto kong malaman mo pa rin ang totoo.

“May aaminin din ako sa’yo. Kahit masaya ka na sa iba, nais ko lang malaman mo na…”

Dumating ang iyong kasintahan. Nabaling ang tingin mo sa kanya at bigla mo na lang sinabi,

“Pasensya na, sa susunod na lang.”

Iniwan mo akong mag-isa. Iniwan mo akong nasasaktan at hindi ko man lamang nasabing, “Mahal kita.”
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