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The girl with those lovely eyes
Who appears to always be happy
She is always nice
But what she really has is a tragedy

The girl with those lovely eyes
Who hides her emotions inside
But deep down, her soul dies
Because no one is there to guide

The girl with those lovely eyes
Whose smile is very beautiful
My heart breaks when she cries
Oh her eyes, even when she feels something dreadful!
Verse:

Said someone; that, from me, leaving is thee.
How, why, did not tell? How did I know not?
Said someone; in sorrow, thou are, with me,
But somehow, in my vision, It shows not.

Said someone; it’s I, who thou want no more.
My eyes see thee walking across the door.
Said no one; in tears, thou’re, each night, drowning.
Said no one; deep inside, thou were dying.

But I tell thee now, I mean thee no hurt.
Said no one; that thou, my only lover,
Mine no more, perhaps you’ve found another.
So it’s thou, love, I’m setting free, apart.

refrain:

Let I be first, give this one an ending.
So thy reasons never have to exist.
A battle, is this meant not to be caused.
Not success nor failure, too essential

Thou and I, with our mouths must just admit
That love of ours was once so true and pure
But now became just a lie in repeat
Never did I mean to put thee with lure

I, to say, with final words so you’ll fly.
I love thee so, thou, I tell now; goodbye
Said they; I know not. Love I, Thou still do.
Never said; that thou just rests, o’ who.

Expect about it, I shall never do.
Oh how will I ever know if it is true
Said someone; thou want to really come when
Thou’ll come back when our love is real again
I translated Jimmy Bondoc's let me be the one to Shakespeare's style of writing.
It was said that anything could change in a blink of an eye
That life could evolve, why not give it a try?
An average human being blinks twenty-three thousand and forty times a day.
That could result to twenty-three thousand and forty revolutions by the way.

So I started to stare at the mirror, to wonder and think.
Why not observe and see what’d happen if I blinked.
Would my life revolve to the way I wanted it to be?
Would I become like the celebrities and the people I conceived?

I tried blinking once. Not a single thing has changed.
I’m still looking at the person that I’ve always despised.
Whose life can never, and I mean ever be arranged.
The kid who always ends up crying and mortified.

I tried blinking again. For the second time.
I realise how ugly I am. How cringeworthy my face is.
If there’s a scale, I would be zero for attractive basis.
No offense(If I’d offend myself), I look like I’d commit a crime.

For the third time, I blinked again.
Veins started to grow, giving in to the pain of my complains.
Fogs started to cover my ugly reflection.
The thorns injected me with doses that affected my complexion.

I started to feel weak. I started to hold on to the wall.
I wished that this could stop in a blink.
The mirror started to be covered with ink.
I’ve always learned to hold back for the fear that I’d fall.

For the fourth time, I blinked.
The mirror started to have cracks. I tried to stop it.
My blood dripped from it like an ink.
It made a shape that looks like a target.

I blinked again. Fifth, sixth, seventh to the twenty-three thousand and thirty-fifth time.
I blinked again. It’s all the same, each time it happens it just gets worse.
I blinked again. Losing all the words in my head. Losing the letters to build a rhyme.
I blinked again. I started to feel numb, realising that nothing really mattered.

I stared at the broken mirror. Realising each edges.
I’ve never really looked “human" in a broken mirror.
I remembered Him who payed for my wages.
At that moment, despite of the broken mirror, I started to see clearer.

I closed my eyes. Longer than what a blink should be.
I felt His touch. His healing, running through my veins.
I felt him. And his name is Love, who broke all my chains.
For the first time, with closed eyes, I could see.

For the last time, for the twenty-three thousand and fortieth time.
I blinked, staring at the mirror. The cracks started to disappear.
I smirked and felt the change. The change that I’m now whole with the Great I Am.
Nothing more, nothing less. It’s the love of Love I’d only fear.
This piece is meant to be spoken.
Lumaki ako na kinukwentuhan ng aking inay bago ako tumungo sa panaginip ko tuwing gabi.
Kinakantahan niya ako ng mga oyayi’t hele. Hinding hindi ko malilimutan ang mga gabing iyon.
Hindi lang ang tugtog ng awitin ng kanta niya ang pinakinggan ko, pati na rin ang pintig.
Pintig ng tibok ng puso naming mag ina na onti onting nagtutugma sa tugtog ng kanta na inawit naming dalawa.
At tuwing magsisimula ang awit, ako’y sumasabay… A-Ba-Ka-Da…
Ngunit hanggang ngayon, hanggang Da lang ang aking natandaan. Ang aking inay ay may katawa-tawang paraan ng pagkanta ng awiting ito. Matatapos siya sa Da, ipagpapatuloy sa Du at magsisimula ulit sa A at sasabihing “aking anak hindi kita sinukuan.” “A-Ba-Ka-Da-Du-A-Ba-… aking anak hindi kita sinukuan.” Hindi ko naunawaan ang kantahing ito at hindi ko inisip na unawain. Isang gabi, kumuha siya ng pluma at papel. Sumulat siya ngunit hindi ko ito nabasa. Ibinilin niya saakin na basahin ito sa tamang panahon. Hindi ko ito naintindihan pero talagang naghintay ako para sa sinasabi niyang panahon. Ilang taon ang lumipas, ngayon, ako’y nakaharap sa kanya(sa puntod niya), hawak ang papel na sinulatan niya noong ako’y munting musmos pa. Nakatingin ako sakanya, hinihiling kay Bathala na maibabalik ko ang mga taon na lumipas.
Isa. Dalawa. Tatlo. Onti-onting tumulo ang aking mga luha.
Umawit ako ng mahinhin… A… Ba… Ka… Da…Du… A… Ba… Aking inay, kailanma’y di kita sinukuan…
Ito na siguro ang tamang panahong ihinahayag ng aking mahal na ina. Binuksan ko ang papel na kanyang sinulatan. At saaking pagbuklat, ako’y nagulat at natulala. Mayroong labing apat lamang na salitang nakasulat dito. “Ang BAlakid ay KAkalat at DAdating. DUmating Ang BAlakid, aking anak hindi kita sinukuan.” Ngayon ay naunawaan ko na ang ipinararating ng aking inay. Gusto ko siyang kausapin sa huling pagkakataon para sabihin na salamat. Salamat sakanya kasi kahit na DUmating ang mga balakid ay tinuruan niya akong lumaban. Kaya ngayon, handa na ako sa mga DAdating na pagsubok dahil alam kong nasa tabi ko lamang siya.
The language used is filipino.
Hug
Oh dear, to see thee makes I leap in joy
Lively domicile, this, pulls me to thee
Moment is this, want I not to destroy
So could I cling to thy shoulders and squeeze?
The fool by the window
Who’s too emasculated to be alleviated
Who lives by the shadow
With no one noticing what he has initiated

The fool by the window
who’s very elated of a single scintilla
Who symbolises a ******
Who feels as dumb as a chinchilla

The fool by the window
Who only needs a listening ear
But keeps himself alone
Because he believes no one is to be trusted near.
Am I asleep in this pretty daydream?
Thine eyes, thy smile, thy laugh, each thing bout thee
Turns I complete and rejoice with the stars
Hard ’tis to believe we have love like ours

A brawling love, the people offered us
Tell thee lies who I never, ever was
They wanted to fill thee with loving hate
Declared, decided, them, our very fate

If the capulet would hate me for wealth
I tell thee one thing that wealth won’t buy;
Love! true and pure that from thee, I have met
Thou, who have shown me the love very right

Never fades away, that smile thou’ve entrust
Never separate, ever would we do
Ne’er would be tempted with the demon’s “musts”
Center, is the fearsome between us two

O Juliet, love, I’ve seen thy tragedy
Stand still, I do, trying my best for thee
But it seems I can’t wipe thy tears away
Thou’ve found someone who’s better, I would say.

Promised and swore, I, to only love thee
Now, seeing thou shatters me far apart
But It’s thou, my love, I’ll have to set free
'Tis not I, who’ll, in a hutch, keep thy heart

So before I go and say my “byes”
Just promise me so, in peace, I could die
For it’s not what my mind would only create
Please, wake me not from this dream I have made.
I wrote this poem while reading Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

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