Walk with me down this path
I'll hold your hand, make sure you won't get lost
Have Faith in me
Listen to my voice, I'll clear the cloud within your mind
Have belief in me
It's rough, you might fall but let me help you up
Rely on me
Every burden, share with me, I'm here

All around me faces start to fade
The simple motivation -
no longer a factor in the equation
The most simple problem,
sends them running for the hills.

The times when 75% was low,
when kids had energy, passion, and drive,
leaving no choice but to thrive.
Are nowhere in sight.
So what happens in those hills

Matagal-tagal na ang nakalipas mula sa huling beses kong magsulat ng tula
Pag sinabi kong matagal, ang ibig kong sabihin
Ay ilang araw na ang nakalipas
Nang hindi ako nakabubuo ng tula
Nasanay kasi akong halos araw-araw akong may naisusulat
Kung di man buong tula
Kahit ilan mang linya
Nasanay kasi akong lahat ng aking nakikita
Ay ginagamit kong inspirasyon
Sa pagbangon
Sa paghugas ng pinggan
Sa pagkain ng hapunan
Sa pagsampay ng labada
Hanggang sa pagpikit ng mga mata
Hindi ako nauubusan
Ng salitang nais isulat o ibigkas
Ngunit sa mga nakaraang araw
Ay hindi ko yun naramdaman
Pareho lang naman ang kaganapan
Pero tila nawala ang aking mga salita
Pareho lang naman ang aking ginagawa?
Bakit nawala bigla ang aking pagiging manunula?
Ang pagbangon ay nanatiling karaniwan
Hanggang pagpikit nang mata
Wala namang mahalagang kasulat-sulat ng tula
Hindi ko mawari
Kung ano ang nangyari
Hindi ko matukoy
Katamaran ba ito? Pagod? Antok? Ano ba itong nararamdaman ko?
Hindi ko matukoy
Kasi wala akong maramdaman
Alam mo yung pakiramdam ng paang manhid?
Aba syempre hindi, kasi wala naman itong nararamdaman.
Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam
Kung ano ang punto ng tulang ito
Hindi ko alam kung ano ang pinagsasasabi ko
Sa simula hanggang dulo
Pero kahit papaano
Mabuti at nakapagsulat muli ako

Words at the tip of my tongue
At the nib of my pen
Refusing to step outside
And see the light of day
I nudge them a little
Encourage them to see the world
They don't have to be perfect,
They just need to be my vessel
My messenger
To contain and carry my thoughts
I just need someone
Or even something else to know

I don't force them outside
If they refuse to obey
I just **** them gently
Day by day
A scribble at a time
Until the words tumble out
Ready to come outside
Each step easier than the last
Tripping less often than they used to

Maybe on some days
The words become more stubborn
Revert back to their old ways
Refusing to be written
But it's alright
They just need a break
Give them some time
And they'll get back to their groove
Words dancing on paper
In perfect harmony
In sync with the rhythm
Of what my heart
Wants the world to read

As I look forward,
squinting my eyes and peering
ahead,
I feel a chilling wind on the back of my neck.
A shiver goes up my spine,
I break into a cold sweat.
I have lost focus of my path.
I know not where I am running.
I trip and fall,
and injure myself.
I watch as darkness engulfs me.
I am not scared.
The darkness had ugly eyes,
and I stared right into them.
The darkness vanished as swiftly as it had come.
The abyss realized that,
I know to battle,
even with the reminiscences
of my past.
                                                            -storm-

A writer I am, I play with the words
Pain is the language, Pen is my sword
Use my phrases as a universal tool
A **** load of praises to filter out the fool

Bend these words you will find a hook
Pierce these hands I will write with my blood
Mend these chords they will bind you a book
Fierce are my sands, I will ride through the flood

Breathing heavily with my head to the ground
Sharp inhales, almost gasps were the sounds

Bargaining with my strength for a moderation in pace
The cloud steps aside I welcome the sun to my face

For now it is time, my second wind has begun
A glimmer of hope, for it is only a run

He’s lived and loved, for 99.9 years
Listen to his story, don’t hold back the tears

Daughter’s love, for a now dear old man
“I will help the NHS, as old as I am"

Please remember his name, from this day on
And speak with pride, of our Captain Tom