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Literary (Submission): Noon sa Ngayon



Lima. Limang taong pagsasama
Mga panahong punong-puno ng ligaya
Pag-iibigan natin ay puno ng kulay
Na siyang kumukumpleto sa aking buhay

Lima, limang taong pagmamahalan
Na tila pang habang panahon ang saya,
Ikaw na siyang tinadhana ang kumumpleto
Sa kulay ng aking buhay

Apat. Apat na araw na nagkaalitan
Alitang naging sanhi ng hiwalayan
Hindi ko mawari ang naging dahilan.
Ano ang aking nagawa?
Heto ako nanghihingi ng kasagutan.

Apat, apat na araw ang nasayang
At tila sa iba napunta ang puso mo sinta
Waring nagbago ang lahat at naglaho sa isang iglap.
Anong nangyari sa atin?
Katanungang hindi ko masasagot din

Tatlo. Tatlong buwan ang lumipas
Hindi pa rin makapaniwalang pagsasama'y nag wakas
Tatlong salitang nais sa iyong iparating,
Mga katagang 'Mahal. Pa rin. Kita."

Tatlo, tatlong buwan na ang nagdaan,
Hindi pa rin naghilom ang pusong winasak.
Ito lamang ang kayang sabihin,
"Ayoko na, patawad,"

Dalawa. Ikalawang pagkakataon ang aking hinihiling,
Umaasang ako'y mahal mo parin.
Maging isang mas mabuting tao,y aking sisikapin.
O aking mahal sana ako'y dinggin.

Dalawa, ikalawang pagkakataon ba'y karapat-dapat?
Ako ba'y aasang mahalin ulit o saktan muli?
Dahil tiwala ko'y iyo nang nasira,
O pagibig dapat ba siyang dinggin?

Isa.
Isang pag-ibig na nagturo sa akin
Kung papaano pahalagahan ang taong mamahalin.
Isang pagkakataon
Na magdudulot ng habambuhay na kasiyahan

Literary (Submission): Effort


Nagsimula tayo ilang taon na ang nakakaraan
Noong hilig pa natin ang paghahabulan
Noong panahon na kumpleto pa ang oras ng ating pagtulog
Hindi ko inaasahang sa’yo ako mahuhulog.

Dumating ang panahon na naging tayo
Gusto kitang makasama bawat oras
Bawat minuto hindi ka mawala sa isipan ko
Pati mga kilos mo’y sinusubaybayan ko

Ano nga bang nangyari sa atin?
Tila ako ay nabitin
Sa kaunting oras na pinagsasamahan natin
At naluha ng tuluyang mawala ka sa akin.

Napaisip ako at nasabing mahal pa kita
Kaya ako’y nagsumikap na ika’y muling makuha
Pero sa tingin mo hindi tayo para sa isa’t-isa
At nasabi mong “mas mabuting tayo’y magkaibigan lang muna.”

Nanindigan ako sa aking sarili
Lagi pa ring ikaw ang aking nasa sa isip
Sa nagawang desisyon sana ako’y di nagkamali
Para sa huli, ako’y walang pagsisisi

Ibibigay sa’yo kahit ang aking huling barya
At kahit bag mo’y lagi kong karga
Gagawin ko lahat makita ka lang na masaya
Dahil isang ngiti mo lang, ako’y okay na

Pagsasakripisyo ko’y marami na rin
Kahit ang mga ito’y hindi mo masyadong napapansin
Alam ko ring may bago nang dumating
Pero umaasa ako’t pinapangarap ka pa rin

Sa tuwing nakikita kayong magkasama
Hindi ko maintindihan ang nadarama
Ipipikit ko na lamang ang aking mga mata
Iniisip na ako’y iiyak na lang ba?

Sa tingin mo ba’y wala akong nararamdaman
Sa tuwing sa likod ko, kayo’y masayang nagtatawanan
Tuluyan mo na nga ba akong nakalimutan
At lahat ng paghihirap ko’y nasayang lamang

Natapos ang gabi na hindi na kita nakita
At ako’y tuluyang nakalimutan na yata
Tumigil na ako’t pinabayaan na lamang
‘Pagkat ako’y nagising na sa katotohanan

Heto ako nagpapaalam
Dahil ayoko nang makipagbiruan
Napansin mo ba na hindi ako bato?
Nasasaktan din ako parang karaniwang tao.

Ginawa ko na ang lahat
Pero bakit sa mata mo’y hindi pa ito sapat?
Minahal kita ng walang patid,
Turing mo pala saki’y isa lamang kapatid.

Literary (Submission): Pwede Bang Tama Na?



Nalilito at naguguluhan
Ang pusong iniwan
Ako'y iyo nang nasaktan
At ngayon ika'y nanggugulo na naman

Damdamin ko'y hindi laruan
Kaya wag nang mag tagu-taguan
Sabihin mo ng harapan
Tayo'y magtapatan

Pakisabi ang dahilan para aking malaman
At nang ako'y mapanatag sa katotohanan
Dahil pagkatapos nito'y ayaw ko nang balikan
Ang nasayang na nakaraan

Literary: Two Sentence Stories



I was in the room alone, dancing. When the music stops, someone claps. – Majo

I thought that I was laughing with everybody. But I realized I was with nobody. – Faber Castell 0.7

I was murdered by a false love unwilling to commit and take responsibility. I died before I was even born. – Gretchen

I see the stampede of zombies ravage the town as I go by. I realized that they sensed I was also dead inside. – Mr. Coco

A bedridden man bid me farewell before he passed away. Little did I know that I had witnessed my own demise. – Marshall Boy

The sky was blue and the breeze was cool and the trees were fine and… I woke up cooped up in my old rotting prison cell. – G-tec

The girl I love so much is wearing the white dress I bought for our wedding. She looks so pretty inside her coffin. – Torpe

He couldn’t figure out where all the honking was coming from. Then it hit him. – Yliad

I drank you hard like the remedy. Only now did I realize that you were the poison. – Vic Sotto

I wondered why turtles won’t go out of their shells. Then I thought about me. – Mabuhay

I told her to look at me straight in the eye and to tell me that she loved only me. She did but the only thing looking back at me was an apology. – Indigothinker

All she ever wanted was for him to look her in the eyes. But when he finally did, she looked away. – Chartreuse

He was too busy telling how she used to listen to him before. He didn’t even realize that no one was there to hear him out anymore. – Isagani

She tearfully bid, “Farewell,” and my tears rolled down the moment she turned the other way. I did not know why she left or what made her do it but something in me is saying I would rather not find out. – Tremontane

You hugged me so tight. It broke me because I knew it meant different things to us. – S’mores

You hold your glass ready to put it down but before you do, I fill it up to the brim again. Maybe this will make you stay a little longer. – Vixen

There was a boy who had his last shot, his last chance so he prepared for it, gathered all his strength, mustered up his courage, gave it his all. It wasn’t enough. – Pseudonym

I was afraid, insecure, weak, desperate, crushed, broken, confused, abandoned, apathetic, lost, angry, vile, discontented, hurt, cursed, miserable, mad, thrown, kicked, punched, shot, stabbed, drowned, dead. And then, you. – Dimasawi

She wanted diamonds. He only got love. – Noisetier

My trust, my heart, my whole being, I placed in a box tied with a red ribbon and gave it to you. But all you did was to leave it, without even looking at it, in a corner to collect dust. – Dan Black

He made me cry a river. I want him to drown in it. – Bahaghari

It was my first hello. It was his last goodbye. – Fawkesss

“You said you’ll never let go.”
“I have nothing more to hold on to.” – Keraaas

Literary (Submission): To Save You From Tears



Last Christmas, you gave me your heart
I think that was your heart
Never mind, I'm pretty sure it was
But the point is that the very next day
I didn't give it away

Last Christmas, you gave me your heart
And I held onto it
I kept it close at all times
Never letting it out of my sight
I mean, how could I?
It was a present... all for me

Last Christmas, you gave me your heart
It made me happy
'Cause you made me happy
And it kind of only meant one thing
That I'm your 'someone special'

Last Christmas, you gave me your heart
And I thought, "what a brave thing to do"
"That was very sweet of you"
Looking back now though, and I'm sure even you know
Yours weren't the only heart I received

I treasured your heart
I treasured all the hearts
If I were to be honest though
I was a tad bit more fond of yours
It was the one that never grew tired

I treasured your heart
I knew how much it meant to you
You only had one, so no, I did not set it aside to rot
It was always in my hand
And I gripped it as tightly as I could

I treasured your heart
I gazed at it a lot
Throbbing, beating, sometimes palpitating
It looked lovely, felt great even
And it never failed to make me smile

I treasured your heart
I think it almost died a couple of times though
I can't bring myself to wonder why
But hey, it's still alive, just little roughened up
It'll survive...I think

This year, to save you from tears
I gave you the chance to run away"
God knows you deserved it
But I must really be something
Because once again, you've given your heart to me

Literary (Submission): Isang Regalo


Christmas vacation na,
Hindi ko na siya makikita.
Ngunit gusto ko siyang pasayahin
Ano ang aking gagawin?

Ang hirap mag-isip
Kahit sa panaginip.
Lahat kasi sa kanya’y babagay
Kaya anong regalo ang dapat na ibigay?

Isang regalo,
Na magbibigay ngiti
Sa maganda niyang mukha
Kahit pa hindi ko siya makita.

Isang regalo,
Na magpapaalala
Na dito sa mundo
Sa kanya’y may nagpapahalaga.

Regalong kanyang maitatabi
Ng pang habambuhay.
Sana’y pakaiingatan niya
Ang regalong inialay sa kanya.

Regalong magagamit
At makapagpapasaya sa kanya.
At masa matamis na kung gagamiti’y
Ako’y kanyang maaalala.

Ang iyong kaligayahan
Ay aking kasiyahan.
Ang iyong ngiti
Ay ngiti sa aking labi.

* * *

Tapos na ang UPIS days
Bakasyon na naman
Ngunit akin pang hinihintay
Regalong kanyang nais ibigay.

Subalit paano kami magkikita
Kung tapos na ang pasukan?
Wala nang natitirang araw
Wala ng panahon para magregaluhan.

Aba, hindi pa pala
May lantern parade pa
Pupunta ako
At pupunta rin siya.

Habang palakad-lakad
Sa aki'y may biglang tumawag
Napalingon sa kanan
At sa kanya ay nagulat.

Isang regalo ang iniabot
Habang hingal pa sa paghabol
Aking tinanggap
At ako'y mabilis na nagpasalamat.

Simple
Ngunit alam kong pinaghirapan
Hindi man gaanong kamahalan
Ito'y aking nagustuhan.

Sa tuwing nadadaanan ng tingin
Ang regalong bigay niya
Lahat ay aking naaalala
Higit sa lahat naalala ko siya.

Literary: Just for a Day


Literary: Regalo sa Bawat Pasko



Noong bata pa ako, doll house lang masaya na ako.
Paglalaruan mo lang ang mga manyika,
Paliliguan sa kunwa-kunwariang pool,
Bibihisan ng damit,
Susuklayin ang kanilang mga buhok
Hay, sana bata na lang ako.

Noong labingtatlong taong gulang ako, stationery set at gel pens lang masaya na ako.
Ipagyayabang ko pa dahil bago,
Dahil mabango ang mga papel,
Walang lukot.
Pagkatapos ay mag-iiwan ako ng sulat sa mga kaibigan ko,
Wala lang, sadyang mababaw lang talaga ang kaligayahan ko.

Ngayong labing anim na taong gulang na ako, hindi ko na makuha ang gusto ko.
Hindi dahil mahal,
hindi dahil bihira,
hindi ko lang talaga maabot.
Halos buong pagkatao ko nalilito, gulong-gulo
Dahil ganyan talaga ang tao, nagbabago at hindi na alam ang gusto.

Isa lang maipapayo ko
Pakaingatan mo’ng lahat ng mayroon ka
Dahil hindi sila lahat permanente, mabilis maglaho parang bula
Magpasalamat na lang sa lahat at maging masaya

Literary: Static


Literary: Red


Literary: Park


Literary (Submission): Dreams > Reality, Soon Enough



Literary (Submission): Enigma


Literary (Submission): Aksidente



Di ko na alam kung gaano na katagal ang lumipas
Ngunit, hinihintay pa rin kita
Parang tanga dito sa may gilid ng kalsada
Nagtataka kung darating ka pa.

Ang akala ko’y aabot tayo
Doon sa sukdulan, hanggang sa dulo
Kung saan payapa na ang lahat
Kung saan ang daan ay ‘di na baku-bako.

Anuman ang madaanan o masalubong
Lagi kang nariyan sa tabi ko
Maligayang-maligaya nga tayo sa biyaheng ito
Iyon ang akala ko.

Sa aking pag-idlip
Naramdaman ko ang paggewang
Bumilis na rin ang iyong takbo
Gaya ng pagtibok ng puso ko.

Ano ito? Bakit ganito?
Ayokong magduda sa’yo
Ngunit bakit ibabangga mo?
Bakit sisirain ang ating takbo?

Sa pagsalpok ng kotse
Napapikit ako’t lalo nang hindi ko maramdaman
Ang lahat ng sakit na mararanasan
Ang lahat ng sakit na dulot ng iyong kapabayaan.

Tumilapon ako at nahulog
Nahulog nang gaya ng labis na pagkahulog sa’yo
Ngayon ay nauunawaan ko,
Ako’y itinapon mo na rin, gaya ng pagtilapon ko.

Dahil sa pagmulat ko ay wala ka na
Sa kalsadang ito’y naiwan nang nag-iisa
Hindi ko alam kung bakit nandito pa ako
Ni hindi makabangon, ni hindi makatayo.

Iba ata ang dulot ng aksidenteng ito
Imbis na ako’y makalimot
Buong-buo pa rin ang alaala ko
Sa isip ko’y puro ikaw ang naririto.

Matagal na nga ang lumipas
Ngunit hinihintay pa rin kita
Umaasang ako’y susunduin mo
Umaasang ikaw ulit ang makasama ko.

Literary: Lines


Literary: Kalsada


Literary: Crossroads


Literary: Cycle



Here I am again, walking home from school, walking the same damned alley across the same damned streets, crossing the same damned things. I have memorized this damned environment by traversing through this route hundreds of times.

In this route is a boulder. Not big enough to be conspicuous but not small enough to be moved by one person alone. This particular boulder is interesting because of the fact that it has been covered with so much graffiti that its face can no longer be seen clearly and each day, several more are added to it--names, swearwords, phone numbers. All the paraphernalia of faceless people I will never meet.

Each time I go home, there is not one time when I have not stopped by this rock, this memento of faceless, nameless people, waiting. Waiting for something, anything. But nothing happens. In a sense, the people who wrote on this rock are better off than I am. They will have legacies after they die while I will be the faceless nameless someone.

But for now, I keep on walking.

Literary: Lost


Literary (Submission): Maybe Someday (The Other Perspectives)

(Read Maybe Someday here.)

I knew she would see us today as we were at the stone bench by the school gate. I don’t normally stay this late, especially not to hang out with you or your teammates. But I made sure my presence was felt more strongly today. I was feeling unintentionally rejected because despite my obvious flirtations, you were awkward, silent. Deep inside, I wished I left earlier.

* * *

But I had to do what I came to do. I purposely sat beside you. As close as the stone bench would allow. And animatedly told you about stuff I was certain you'd find interesting, hoping that even just for one bit, you would listen intently, that my scripted rehearsed conversation would merit more than a polite smile, which I knew wasn't even for me.

* * *

My plan worked! Word got around fast that there was something between us. And yes, I take all the credit. For after just weeks of texting you, talking to you randomly, spending time with you, making you -and most specially her- think that we were getting along really well (and were bringing back what we could have been in the past), you were under my spell. I don’t care what your friends say about me. I don’t care what she thinks. I know what I want. You.

* * *

But you. You weren’t buying my staged drama so I had to move on to phase 2. I leaned closer to you, hoping this gesture will bring you back to my show, bumped your shoulder playfully to catch your attention. And pleasantly, it caught hers, too. Surprisingly, you put your arms around me, and even if it was just for a split second, it was soooo kilig. I wanted to believe I succeeded. But you - her stare sent you the same feeling.

* * *

What is wrong with you? We look a lot better together than you and your telenovela loveteam! Can you blame me for liking you more ever since the idea of you getting along with somebody else, even as a joke, got around? So i had to let you know sooner that for the longest time, I've had my eyes only for you. That you have always inspired me, made me happy because of the little things you do. And deep inside, I have always wished for an 'us.'

* * *

So I made my move. Confident that you cannot resist my charm, my obvious flirtations, my sincerest feelings for you. My friends back me up saying we really look good together, that you’re slowly falling for me, that your littlest gestures speak a lot about what you are not saying, or cannot say, but I would definitely love to hear.
And so I asked you.

* * *

Though your emotionless smile hit my nerves and tugged at painful heartstrings, I know what I want. And I will make sure you realize that you are better off with no one but me. She doesn't like you. You do not have a chance with her. Why hold on to hot-cold uncertainties when I here I am, sure about what I feel about you?
I saw her walk past us. Not even a glance.
Admit it, it's over.
I tug you closer.
I saw you glance at her.
I smile.
I know I'll get you soon enough.

-----

I followed you as you walked to the school gate today.
You did not notice me. Perhaps I was too inconspicuous. Or you were just too engrossed with him, staring at you from far away.

* * *

I sat on one of the stone benches. From my vantage point, I could see him and her, flirting, obviously, and you, hurting inside.
I was more concerned with how you have been trying to deny what you really feel. The moment you learned from me that word was he and she were getting along well, I wanted to take the news back. I just needed to be honest, because you asked. You pretended you didn't care but everyday since, I know it bothered you.

* * *

She leaned closer to him. An obvious gesture to catch your attention. She bumped his shoulder. A desperate attempt to catch his. For he wasn't listening. He was talking to you silently. And you were to him, too. But I was having second thoughts if I should tell you that this was so.

* * *

We were study buddies. We tirelessly talk about algebra, functions and equations, physics, and all, until one day, you told me you were feeling unusually jittery and well, happy. I found out sooner that it was he who caused these. So I urged you to give it a try, give it a chance. Who knows, you and he, however from different worlds, are meant to be.

I was happy when you slowly accepted that it could be so. You were happier every time you gave me updates- a welcome break from the computations and memorizations we used to busy ourselves with.
When you suddenly stopped.

* * *

Did I say anything that hurt you? I swear I just wanted to be honest. You deserve someone who would treat you better than he who plays your heart. This way you would hurt less. But I guess I was wrong.

Is there hope that we pick up where we left off?

* * *

Today, seeing you bearing your hurt alone, I just wish we could talk Algebra and Physics again. I have not sent you any signal to save you from him. You never knew how long it took me to accept that getting hurt at your stories of him is the best, just to see you smile and laugh.
I looked as you walked past them.

You walked past me. No glance, too.

Now there is little chance that you will know it has always been you. / by Volturi
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