Hayaan **** alayan kita ng taludtod,
Ngunit di ko na pag iisipan ang tugma,
Pagod na din ako magbilang ng pantig
At di na ako susunod sa nais **** sukat
Sapagkat isa na tayong "tulang malaya"

WAG NA DI NA KAILANGAN NG RASON
WAG NANG MAGPANGGAP NA KAKAYANIN MO HANGGANG NGAYON
DI KANAMAN PINAPAHALGAHAN NG NASA PALIGID MO
WALA NA DIN NAMAN PAKE ANG BAWAT KAIBIGAN MO
SO PARA SAAN PA ANG PAKIKIPAG TUNGALI SA SARILI MO ?
WAG KANG UMASTA NA IKAW ANG NASAKTAN
DAHIL UNANG UNA IKAW ANG TALAGANG DAHILAN.
NANG PROBLEMA SA LOOB AT LABAS NG  ISKWELAHAN
WALANG MAY GUSTO SAYONG MAKASAMA KA
NI KAHIT SINO ATA AY PINANDIDIRIHAN KA
WALA KANG RESPETO AT PANAY KANALANG PATAWA
PERO MAS MADALAS NA WALA KA SA TAMANG ORAS KUNG UMASINTA
WALA KANG SILBE.
YAN ANG SUSUNOD NA KANILANG SINASABE
MASKI KAUNTING GALAW MO PALANG LAHAT WALANG PAKE
KAHIT NA TUMANDA KA JAN O MAMATAY. WALANG MAY PAKE

MANHID KA BA ?
PANSININ MO YUNG TINGIN NILA
TINGIN NA MAGDIDIKTA SA BAWAT GALAW MO SA MADLA
ISANG KURAP ISANG NGISI LAHAT SILA AY MAGDIDIKTA
WALA KANG SILBE WAG KANANG MAG MARUNONG
WAG KA MAG MAKAAWANG MAY MAAWA SAYO NGAYON
TANGGAPIN MO ANG BAWAT SAKIT NG PINAPARANAS MO NOON
AT HAYAAN KANG MAGISA NG WALANG SASALUBONG SAYO ROON
DAHIL HINDI KA MAHALAGA.
WALANG MAGPAPAHALAGA SAYO
MASKI SINO SIGUROY LALAYUAN KA SA UGALI MO
MAMATAY KA NA
ISA KANG IRESPONSABLENG KAAWA AWANG WALANG MAY PAKE.
DAHIL IKAW AY MAKASARILE.

Maingay. Siksikan.
Mainit. Nakaiinip.
Nakipila. Naghintay.
Isa. Dalawa. Tatlong oras.
Reklamo nila. Reklamo ng lahat.
Nainip. Umupo. Nakitabi.
Nag-ingay nang nag-ingay.
Maraming nagsidatingan.
Kanya-kanyang kwento.
Nagkwentuhan.
Umambon. Umulan.
Payong. Binuksan.
Nakisilong. Pinayungan.
Nagkwentuhan. Nagtawanan.
Tarangkahan. Bumukas.
Tulakan. Umuulan.
Tulakan. Sigawan.
Tulakan. Siksikan.
Siksikan. Naapakan.
Tulakan. Walang makapitan.
Pinakapit. Kumapit.
Tapak. Hagdan.
Umakyat. Inalalayan.
Humakbang. Umusad.
Pinauna. Pinasalamatan.
Nagapasalamat. Nagkangitian.
Umakyat. Sinundan.
Di nahagilap. Tinunguhan.
Di nalaman. Kinalakhan.
Di nalaman. Pangalan.
Naaalala. Ngiti. Labi.
Matang singkit. Matangos na ilong
Berde ang bag. Pula ang damit.
Sumbrero'y itim. Ulong maliit.
Umupo. Hinanap.
Hinanap. Hinanap.
Di makita. Di mahagilap.
Tanging maalala. Pagtulong twina.
Nakababagot na pila. Siya nakita.
Mahabang oras nakasama.
Salamat. Pila.
Sandaling nakasama.
Alaala. Siksikang pila.

Isa, dalawa, tatlo,
Lahat ng jeep ay puno.
Wala ni isang nag tangkang sa 'kin ay huminto,
Itinaas ang aking kamay at inunat ang hintuturo.
Sumenyas na manong pasabit nalang po,
At sa pag arangkada ng jeep mo ngayon,
Bakit maraming mata sakin ang nakatuon?
Inuusisa ang bawat parte ng aking katauhan,
Na para bang andami-rami nilang katanungan.
Bakit sumabit kapa?
P'wede namang mag abang ka nalang sa iba,
Magmumukha ka lang diyang tanga,
Kaya boy mabuti pang bumitaw kana.
Kahit maraming tutol sa aking pagpapasiya.
Kahit ang kamay ko ay medyo dumudulas na.
Kahit pa ang bisig ko ay nangangalay na,
Hinigpitan ko pa ang kapit dahil ayoko ng mahulog pa sa iba.
Kumapit ako sa bawat salitang sinabi mo,
At inabot ko ang bayad simbolo ng pag-ibig ko.
Tama naman ang sukli, barya at bawat sentimo,
Pero bakit tila walang pasahero ang nais mag-abot nito?
Marahil hindi pa sila handa,
Na hayaan kang suklian ang salitang "mahal kita",
Pero 'wag kang mag-alala,
Dahil maghihintay ako sa panahon na kung saan lahat ay tama na.
Kung sakali mang may bumabang pasahero sa may unahan,
At magkaroon ako ng puwang sa iyong sasakyan,
Handa akong iwanan ang pagkakasabit ko sa likuran,
Para samahan kang bumiyahe dito sa mundong walang kasiguraduhan.

Pag-ibig na ito’y pagkagulo-gulo,
Kung minsa’y baluktot, kung minsan ay wasto,
Bulag ang katulad, tila nalilito
Kung minsa’y may sakit ng pagkasiphayo.

Ngunit kung tunay nga, wagas at dakila,
Madarama nama’y kilig sa simula,
Sa gitna ay ngiti at dulo’y may tuwa,
Kung magmamahal ka ng tapat at akma.

Sa daraang araw, oras at sandali,
Kahit na mag-isa, ikaw ay ngingiti,
Kung maaalala ang suyuang huli,
At ang matatamis na sintang mabuti.

At ang minamahal kung makakapiling
Ay tila kaybilis ng oras sa dingding
Hahalik sa pisngi at saka yayakapin,
Limot ang problema, hindi makakain.

Kung ika’y iibig, tandaan mo lamang,
Ang tunay na kulay, sikaping sulyapan,
Pagkat marami diya’y nagpapanggap lamang,
Sa baba ng lupa ang pinanggalingan!

maraming beses na umiyak
'di mabilang at 'di matiyak
proseso ng paghilom
parang dumaan ako sa butas
ng karayom.

ngayon, puso'y masaya na
salamat sayo dating sinta
dahil sayo nakilala ko s'ya
ang taong tunay na magpapahalaga

When a writer wants to write;
He will let his pen cry out its ink and he will wait until the idea comes out from his thoughts—he will let the blank sheet of paper to be filled by those flowery words with an emotion of it; euphoria, melancholy even the pain from anxiety.
When a writer wants to cry;
He will let his eyes cry out its clear fluid saline and he will wait until he haunt by his dark pasts—he will let his war room to be filled by darkness; loneliness, sadness until he meet the depression.
When a writer wants to smile;
He will let his mouth to make its own curve and greet the other people in the street—he won't let the bliss disappear from his heart so he want to share it to other people.
When a writer wants to love;
He will let his heart follow its own heart beat. The missing pieces from it will be found by its own heart string—those beats from his heart make him alive again, then when he found his love—he won't stop from loving her until the last beat of his heart.
All these things are part of being a good writer but not just that, being a writer is not just about writing his piece though his pieces—but doing this just to be fixed again.
A writer's heart is loyal on his pen; words, rhymes even the beat of its own pulse.
A writer will write using his one and only pen—the pen or the reason why he write.
—Mark Magcamit

Patawarin mo ko sa hindi ko pag layo
at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pananatili.

patawarin mo ko sa hindi ko pagbitiw
at patatawarin kita sa hindi ko pag kapit.

patawarin mo ko at patatawarin kita
nagkamali ako at tama ka

kaya patawarin mo ko sa aking pagkakamali
at patatawarin kita bilang isang tama

e was once a life, talking with so much passion and eagerness with his friends. He used to wear a smile, a smile that might be as wide as the Pacific and as lovely as the sun breaking out in the horizon. From time to time, he would be a funny man, pulling off jokes, cracking out laughter from his small audience.
For all he was worth, he was one pleasing of a person.
But now he had this pursed lips. The eyes that had once been two small compartments of happiness and spirit had surprisingly become two blank spaces blinking in the emptiness. The glow on his face had as well withered like a flower victimized by the wrath of an angry snow storm. What might have happened to him? Well, no one knew…no one knew until everybody read his suicide note.

We are open diaries
Have seen each other's folds
Have touched the innermost souls.

We are a pen
Of written prologues
And broken epilogues.

We are almost there,
Aren't we?
Until that day we stopped talking
And became some sweet strangers
Again.

A demon?
Hmm, that might be true.
I don't like the place,
And I don't like you.

I was once very kind.
Yes, I was quite a sight!
Back in that time
When all was alright.

But since you've appeared
My ways, they have turned.
Cruelty is better;
That is what I have learned.

A demon?
It is quite possibly true.

I am utterly evil.
I am rich. I am vain.
I will only make contracts
If I stand something to gain.

Unto you I shall place
A malevolent curse
That may be only removed
By something much worse.

My revenge may be lifted
By Death's hand itself,
But beware of his deals;
He cares not about wealth.

A demon?
Yes, that could be true.
But who is the real demon;
Me or you?

Twisted in time
Cursed by destiny
Sadness vows upon us
You and I, will never be

I grasped the air
Bend time & space
Shed tears and blood
Yet still not visible
To your lovely eyes

But I forgot,
You’re a star
I’m just a dust
And you’re the one
That will never be mine

i want to love you,
i want to complete you;

but who am i?

i am nothing
but a broken piece
marked with scars
who's willing to give
everything that's left of her.

Why do I fall for someone who cannot become "mine?"
Why am i that so fragile?
Why do this boy in the mirror faking his smile
That even he's hurt inside, he'll just say "I'm fine?"

Why do he keeps on choosing to love
Even if he knows that it is impossible and rough?
For that girl to love him back
To notice he's love, to give a f*ck.

Why do he keeps on standing still?
Watching his nightmares slowly becoming real
Sadness, his eyes were filled
Watching her leave is enough to get him killed.

But what is that thing that makes him "stupid?"
It's ******* love, it's ******* cupid
It's the ******* hope, hope that I need
To break my fragile heart, to go to where it all and always lead.

Why do I always talk to you with care?
Why don't you try to be fair?
Isn't it obvious on the way I stare?
I ******* hate this feeling I swear.

The hardest part is she's not aware every night you cry
Because the only hope your holding into is starting to die
When I tell them I don't like you, I lied
Pain is where there cant be "us" just "you and I."

So many people in the world and im inlove with you
With the girl who cant take me seriously, it hurts but its true
I dont know when, where, why, how, who
I just fell in love, I just do.

I really hate crying at nights
Watching you alone, facing these fights
Those people who hurted you, they dont know how to treat you right Please let me in into your darkness, I'll provide you my light.