Bigkis ng nakaraang napagtanto,
Kamalayang pawang kay gaan.
Pero sa malay ba ng musmos na santo
Kung panaginip ba or mapaglaro ang nagdaan.
Hindi ko lubos iisipin kung mag-isa ang hangin
Sa pagtulak ng mga batingaw,
Bagkus umusbong na ang talinghaga't tingin
Sa musmos na pumanaw na sa katotohanang pumukaw.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
How I speak of you with eloquence,
The cheer that builds my confidence;
You are the that pumps my heart,
Giving life onto the veins of my body.
And when life is solely on my shoulder,
You are the supporter that supplements strength;
All I need is but your words and hugs,
The bear that comforts the wee cat, my love.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Each day, my thoughts speak of you,
And even in my replies, you are there.
What of your enchantment have to do
With speaking of your name not to spare?
It's but you --
Making me sing without contrite,
Never the fire for few;
Always a part of my source of light.
More and more to do,
Fatigue makes me carry the world;
But more and more my love for you
Overpowers my strength and worth.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
I ran away and started a new journey
Caught myself in a peculiar story.
Been to different places and found myself startled
Obscured, grotesque, melancholic, and bleakly mottled.
Meeting different people, but never got the chance to stay
Mind fickle and heart let astray.
But then, I understand now how it feels
Of these surrounding silent hills.
All those stirred up feelings gave me nostalgia
But aren't you in spasmodic sequence of amnesia?
Alas, reality throws me up in all that regression;
It teared up my obsession.
Then there goes a series of flashbacks;
It occured to you all of the setbacks.
And oh, I remember a certain old man,
Told me a something about a plan.
With conviction, he said, "Maktub, it is written;
Those who can see and listen,
One's fate has been predestined
To those who is good and sinned."
"Young one, it is about time for you,
Know all that is true
And seek to discern for your true happiness.
"Well, I say "That's intense!"
Then as I pondered on this old man's wisdom,
**** that old geezer is just random.
But what he said did make sense,
If BMW is better than Mercedes-Benz.
Though it may seem easy for him to say it,
My mind went into a frog's "ribbit!"
How vague is it to listen to such hearsay;
The horses neigh and the hearsayers, nay.
Life is giving me much more farce
Though the sarcasm is all so scarce.
Oh, I give up cause it's better to be at home
With my friend Gary the gnome.
Now I know it's better to return
Than travel further the world that is too stern.
It's all but you I see is missing
In a picturesque abode with me, kissing.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
If there is any way words can make me fly,
Let my ode venture me to somewhere great;
Or maybe build a celestial bridge to get by,
Vega and Altair be my ship mate.
Everytime I hear of their story,
Yondering am I if it were like of mine;
Oblivious enough, until I found my glory,
Unique however, it's all just fine.
Vega, tell me how you did it,
Entail me to find a way;
Ready to take risks more than bit,
Yet I've to see all reasons to stay.
Make me closer to the doves and stars,
Uniquely be these my blocks to connect;
Chains of flight shall not fail like farce,
Have your way to connect me to my Altair to not expect.
May my magic work right this time
And make me fulfill what I must do,
Rob my soul as I'm at a distance as your rhyme;
Keep my hopes up cause I love you.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
How I love your infectious smile,
How I love your honest eyes,
How I love your warm hugs,
How I love your Baymax physique,
How I love such jolly disposition,
How I love those intellectual conversations,
How I love your weirdness,
How I love you just as being yourself,
How I love that you push to pursue the Lord,
How I love that you still make me living out my commitment,
How I love how you care for your family,
And I can't stop to say how I love you.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Done with the past,
Moving on to the present;
Fulfilling dreams
For a successful future.
Life’s not just a walk in the park,
It’s a threshold of obstacles;
My past was not a joke,
I bet hers as well.
She achieved recognitions,
Gained a lot of friends;
Met up with past friends
And even fell in love.
But all these changed
As time passed by.
Betrayals in the back,
A heart break tore her apart.
She was totally lost,
Got nowhere to go;
Just about to end her life
Until hope reached its hands.
Through true friends’ help,
She was revived and changed;
Life went back to its old way
With more achievements to boot.
She had buried the dying self
And brought herself back to life.
As the time had come,
She succeeded in flying colors.
Now, no more of this soul
That lingers in the past.
Now, here she is
At the best time of her life.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Destructive as earthquake,
Devastating as death;
It is hard to wake,
Trapped and out of breath.
Immediately broken
Like a heart of glass;
Left alone frozen,
Thwarted to pass.
He left her out
And put her heart away.
Baffled with doubt,
She didn’t stay.
She sealed herself
So she can’t be found.
Lost trust itself,
Not even a sound.
Then comes the light
Out of nowhere;
Filled with fright,
She then crept to stare.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
A dark entity;
Brings grief and sadness.
Nobody knows
When it arrives.
Physically or spiritually,
Mentally or emotionally;
Death take its toll
And no one is exempted.
Most people pass
In sickness and age;
Natural, they say,
But it’s now different.
How come?
Suicides, killings,
Accidents as well;
But it’s not just physical.
Bullying can be
A social form of death.
Inasmuch as social suicide,
It’s the same concept.
But due to that,
It sometimes lead
To a lethal way of death:
Committing suicide.
Some prefer to end their lives
By killing themselves.
Do they even realize the fact
That they’ll miss a lot in life?
But come to think of it,
Death is just a part of life.
Why don’t we think of it
As a passageway to the light?
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Why are we born?
What are we doing here?
What will we do
To the lives given to us?
Many questions asked,
Trying to unmask the truth;
But no one else knew
The true reason for living.
Some pursue what they want,
Some take the toll.
Some ruin other’s lives,
And some, clueless as it seems.
Why are given
The life we’re living anyway?
Does Fate play it safe
Or is it God’s plan?
Try finding it out yourself,
You might be surprised;
The people around you are clueless
But you reflect why.
No one else know
Your reason of existence
Except yourself;
Look into a deeper side.
I might have just
Found out my own reason;
If I guess I didn't,
I wouldn't have written this.
The answer is just
In your own self.
Just dig deeper though,
And you might just find it.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC