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I can dance in the rain
And even in hurricanes;
Face the giants with a wide smile
Stay still even in earthquakes.
No matter what the world
Hurls and throws at me,
I am happy.

No, wait!
I am more than that actually,
Because happiness is just based on happenings.

I have something that defies
The laws of calamity and crying.
I have something that is stronger
Than any outside pressure. I
Have something that is
Not reliant on present circumstances,
Something that still blooms forth
Despite the most unfavorable chances.

I have
Unconditional joy
Because of my
Unconditional faith
That my God
Unconditionally loves me.
Baka sakaling
tumahan na sa wakas
ang mga damdamin
at katanungan
na sa puso't isipan ko
nag-aalsa...

a) Kung ipagpagtapat
ko sa iyo
ang katotohanan
na ang puso ko'y sa iyo
at mahal kita;

b) Kung itatapat
ko ang sarili ko
sa katotohanan
na kahit kailan
hindi maaaring
maging tayong dalawa

Ano kaya dito ang tama?
It's ok. I'm fine. I'm not stupid.
You may think that you are a dull gray
Quite like heavy clouds that casts dark shadows
Or those ***** dusts you sweep out of the house
But I think

You're a yellow
Like the highlighter you use to study every night
You're a red
Like the big book you read on biochemistry
You're a purple
Like the rims of your thick glasses that people make fun of
You're an orange
Like the ball of this game you don't know how to play
You're a blue
Like the only pair of jeans you seem to have
You're a green
Like the lizard you keep in your room as a pet
You're amazing,
Fun, and full of surprises
And I won't allow you to think otherwise.

So please stop seeing yourself as
Someone who is
No one,
Boring, lame, uninteresting because
Your spirit is uniquely splattered with colors
And it never fails to brighten my day.
I'm a geek magnet for some reason...
Salo-salo ang lahat:
Nakaupo, nakadekuwatro
Sa isang mahabang bangko.
Ayos lang
Kahit medyo masikip
At nagkikiskisan ang mga siko.

Ang mesa'y nilatagan
Ng dahon ng saging.
Bawal ang maarte;
Walang mga pinggan
At iba pang kagamitan.

Nakakamay ang lahat sa pagkain
Ng maiging inihaw
Na sariwang malaman na tilapia.
Meron ding mga gulay
Na pinakuluan at nilaga:
May kangkong,
Okra, sitaw at talong.

Samahan mo pa
Ng hiniwa at tinadtad na
Pulang sibuyas at kamatis,
Na may halong bagoong
At piga ng kalamansi.
At sa wakas, ang panghimagas:
Mga gintong mangga
Na ubod ng tamis.

.   .   .   .   .

Napapasarap
Ang pinakasimpleng handa
Samahan lang ng kuwentuhang
Nagpapasaya at nagpapatawa
At siyempre kung salo-salo
Ang buong pamilya.
 Feb 2014 Jedidiah
Sofia Paderes
I want to hear
the rush of angels and
hearts beating fast to the sound of
redemption and revival, know that

there is a so that you can
attached to every do not
it's just that no one stayed long enough
for the sentence to finish. See how

glory is piercing the witching hour, so
come, restless ones,
lie by the streams and drift into
the song of lions and new wineskins.

There is a rising.
A rising.
Please start arising.
Arising.
Today we're arising.
I'm trying to build a bridge
To new chapters and seasons
With hopes that I would get over
You
But I can't help myself
From looking down,
Looking back at
The nevers and if evers.
I'm hitting my head
With these heavy bricks
Instead of just laying them down
And so I'm losing my mind
I don't know why
I don't know how
I don't know what now
I just don't for
Sometimes I just want
To let myself go:
Just jump off and fall
In love
But you are a deep, dark ravine
Too full of mystery,
Maybe even misery
But of this I am certain
That you would be
The death of me.
we of those red, sunken eye
barely, rarely making it
limping, crawling through life.
     we whose language is lies
always oblivious, unaware, and ignorant
to anything that concerns
anyone else but ourselves.
     we who rot and decay as the passing of the days
trapped in a messed web of envy, jealousy
we don't have to be excellent or brilliant
we just have to be better than others.
     we who live for death:
to preys on the rest
so that they may transform, conform
to the dull, monotonous norm.
     we who are hardly living,
not dead
but not alive.
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