we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die

I have story,
There were three friends,
two of them were lovers.

I love you,
and you also love me.
Our friend was happy for us
but things had changed.
You left me,
and you two started to begin your story.

when the snow is falling and the roofs are white
lighting up the land on a christmas night
tree tops as they glisten reaching for the sky
standing tall and proud reaching way up high

robin on the fence with his christmas song
happy and content as he bobs along
children having fun playing on there sliegh
with there hearts a glow on a christmas day.

making christmas happy full of christmas  glee
a special time for children like its meant to be
troubles drift away if only for a while
christmas time is here time for you to smile

Pinagmasdan sa di kalayuan
Lungkot sayong mga mata'y nasaksihan
Kahit nananaig sa paligid ang tawanan.

Isinulat sa papel lirikong pinagtagpi.
Sa awiting ito damdami'y ikinubli.
Durog na puso'y isinabay sa pag uwi.

Kinabukasan aking pinagmasdan
Saya sayong mukha at kaaliwalasan.
Kamay nya sayong bisig aking nadatnan.