Here we go again
Gray clouds following us
Odd, isn't it? Quite cloudy
But without a drop of rain
Drops gathering in the clouds
Clouds barely keeping it together
Until the day it pours
Maybe when the rain comes
The sun would shine again
A rainbow would appear
The frown would vanish
A smile will light up our faces
As of now
There is a 100% chance
The rain will come
And so will the sunshine and all that comes afterwards
Haven't written in so long (again). And I haven't been feeling so good (mentally). Quarantine is driving me crazy, but I'm still hoping there will be better days for me.
Ilang buwang pumatak ang pawis at luha
Nagsunog ng kilay sa madaling umaga
Kumuha ng mga pagsusulit
Susi sa pagkamit ng mga pangarap
Sa tagal ng paghintay
Lumabas ang mga resulta
May natuwa sa tagumpay
At ibang binati ng lumbay
Hindi ko man alam ang eksaktong nararamdaman
Tiyak na hindi ito ang katapusan
Hindi ito hatol sa iyong kinabukasan
Malayo pa tayo sa dulo
Patuloy pa rin ang buhay
Iikot pa rin ang mundo
Na grabe kung ito'y mapaglaro
Ang tanging permanente ay pagbabago
Sa iyong paglakbay
Makararating sa destinasyon nang walang galos
Ngunit hihilom din ang ano mang sugat
Hindi rin garantisadong laging may ilaw sa daan
Sa kalyeng lalakaran
Baka kailanganing mangapa ka sa dilim
Sa pag-abot ng mga tala
Alin mang landas ang piliing tahakin, pinangarap mo man o hindi
Naniniwala akong mahahanap din ng iyong mga paa
Ang landas patungo sa iyong destinasyon
Kung saan ika'y liligaya
Kung maligaw ka man ay 'wag mangamba
Mahahanap mo rin ang tamang direksyon
Mag-ingat ka sa iyong paglakbay, kaibigan
I wrote this a few weeks ago, on the night that UP (University of the Philippines) entrance exam results were released. On that night, plenty of dreams came true, but a lot of dreams were also crushed with disappointment. Regardless of where we study in college, I hope that we, students, keep moving forward. We are not defined by the university we are enrolled in, but what we learn and use in order to give back and serve our nation.
A spark. A flame.
The crackling of fire on wood, whispering your name.
The fire inside me calling out.
Leaving no room for any doubt.
I am sure of what I want.
I want the world to remember me.
I want to live on in people's memory.
This makes me happy.
My heart was set aflame.
This isn't just a hobby.
If you sense my fire about to die out,
Would you grab a candle
To help keep my light?
At least, for another night.
I may be bound to a life of darkness, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
I've been losing motivation to write, but the people who support me always keep the fire in me alive.
There are some things
Poetry can express
That prose cannot
just don't belong in sentences
They simply do not
Pour your words out
In a roundabout
kind of way
When it comes to poetry
All of that
When a good poem passes by
Reel it in
Do not let go