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9.6k · Mar 2017
Putangina Ng Mundo
Kailangan ko lang ilabas kasi nakita ko tong picture sa Facebook. Inaamin ko madalas sumasayad sa isip ko to. Sino ba naman ang hindi maiisip to kung marealize mo kung gaano ka kahelpless at powerless na baguhin ang paligid mo. Sino ba naman ang hindi makakaisip na baka may mas magandang lugar para sa ating lahat na kung saan masaya tayo. Yung feeling of guilt kung bakit ako nasa loob ng kotse, naka-aircon tapos may batang kakatok sa bintana mo at siya ay walang makain, tapos pag inabutan mo magsasabi padin ng "Thank you po.", sabay bibili ng sundae sa Mcdonald's. Tangina lang diba, kasi bata lang din sila at gusto nila maenjoy ang buhay. Tapos, magmaneho ka lang sa Quezon ave, may kakatok sa bintana mo humihingi pagkain or limos. Tingin ka sa Quiapo may mga matatandang nanlilimos, tapos, masayang masaya pagka binigyan mo ng pagkain, nakakaputangina. Nung nag Davao kami, yung mga nagbebenta ng perlas dun alam **** isang kahig isang tuka ang buhay nila, isang tingin mo lang alam **** sobrang hirap ng buhay. Nakakagago pala talaga ang pakiramdam ng pribelehiyo no? Kasi andun ka lang para mag lamyerda at gumastos ng madaming pera. Yung feeling na nagiinstagram ako ng walang kakwenta-kwentang bagay tapos may namamatay sa gutom sa ibang lugar, may naaabusong ofw sa middle east, yung mga nasa Mindanao napapagitnaan ng gulo. Yung nakikita **** sales lady sa SM na alam **** todo kayod para kumita ng pera sa Maynila pero tangina hindi nabibigyan ng tamang benepisyo at kontraktwal padin. Ang swerte ko. Ang sarap ng buhay ko. Sa sobrang sarap, napakaunfair na at nakakagago na dahil di ko din masabing ayaw ko ang buhay ko, pero ayaw ko din ang mga nakikita ko. Ang labo no? At bilang isang ordinaryong tao, wala kang magagawa para matulungan sila na maglalast sakanya. Hanggang abot ka lang ng barya kasi di mo pwede isacrifice sarili **** kapakanan para sa iba. Dahil ganun na ang mundo ngayon, sarili ko muna bago iba. Pero masisisi mo ba yung pagiisip na ganun kasi may kanya kanya tayong mga problema na dulot ng pagiging myembro ng society? Duwag tayong lahat. Duwag na tumulong sa abot ng makakaya natin kasi takot tayo na baka tayo naman ang mapunta sa ganung kalagayan kapag binigay natin ang lahat. Tulad ko, pasuicide suicide pa pero duwag akong gawin, hanggang sagi lang sa isip ko, tangina ko eh no? Dahil yung nakakatulong lang talaga yung may tunay na tapang. Katulad ni Mother Teresa ang daming tinulungan at inalagaan, pero ironic dahil nawala ang paniniwala nya sa Diyos dahil sa nakita nya nasobrang hirap na dinadanas ng mga taong inaalagaan nya. Putangina ng Mundo. Bakit ba tayo nandito? Pagtapos nito balik na ko sa normal. Tangina nyo.
2.6k · Jan 2017
Tala
Ang tunog ng katahimikan ay malalim
Sabay ng kumpas ng malamig na hangin
Kasama ka, tayo'y nakahiga sa buhangin
At nakatitig lamang sa mga tala sa dilim

Di ko napansin, ang aking damdamin
Parang tala na nahulog mula sa langit
Ako'y nalunod, sa agos ng iyong tingin
Sa lalim ng iyong kalikasang marikit

Nilamon ako ng mga bituin at langit
Katulad ng pagkalunod ko sa iyo
Di makahinga, pilit kumakapit
Ang nahihirapan kong puso

Sa mapait na katotohanang
Hindi ka magiging akin
Dahil ikaw ay isang bituin
At ako ay hamak na tao lamang
Isang tao na hanggang tingin lang
1.3k · Mar 2016
Wake Up
Afternoon is here
Warm orange hue floods the room
Wake your soul loved one
671 · Mar 2016
Silence
The wind is blowing
Across the emerald fields
Serene and silent
475 · Mar 2016
Dawn
The morning is here
Light pierces the veil of fog
The warmth comes to me
430 · Mar 2016
Serenity
autumn is your love
a dance of colors in the park
a silent moment
344 · Jan 2017
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In the cool mist of the city, I walk behind her
There is only one thing on my mind, never to be flustered
The glint of her long, shiny raven hair and silent demeanor
Has infatuated me, smitten me and utterly enraptured me

She adjusts her glasses, quietly observing the chaos around her
Only permitting a small smile or a nod here and there
I am perplexed, confused and thoroughly engulfed
In a very deep and powerful sense of yearning

Yearning to be with her, to understand her
To know her every secret, her every emotion
A zealous hunger to know every perfection and imperfection
Her moments of depression, moments of exhilaration

Her whole being is a mystery to be explored
For she is a beautiful island to be castaway to
A lush and dense forest that overruns my heart
She is the deep blue sea where I lose myself
And drown myself in the wonder of her reality

She is an insurmountable and laborious sierra
I, the foolish cragsman trying to climb her *****
And thus I shall fail, tumble and fall with no one to save me
Such is the fate of men like me who are foolish enough to try
and tempt the gods to favor their deepest aspirations

She is the lone star that illuminates my deepest nights
But her radiance is different for she does not shine harshly
Hers is but a gentle glow, a quiet aura that permeates my soul
Alas, the human condition is a sad and ugly reality

That as humans, we aspire for that which we cannot have
That even if futile, we yearn to see and hold our special star
We dream, we write, we fantasize about it
But everything is for naught, as the fates dictate it to be.
332 · Mar 2016
Summer Heat
The heat of summer
given by your warm embrace
clings to my tired heart
292 · Jan 2017
Stargazer
A very mysterious gypsy girl
I saw from afar in the mist
As she came nearer I felt something
Disturbing my daydream
She walked past by me
Waking the sad soul inside of me
It urged me, compelled me
Inside me, an ancient primal entity
With a clear, loud voice told me
"Who is she?"
"Look back!"
"You must know!"

Is she in possession of my heart?
This didn't have to be
Why I am drawn towards her?

Is it her long black hair?
Her beautiful brown skin?
Is it the shiny jewels in her eyes
As she looks upward at the deep night sky
Gazing at the stars, wondering and dreaming?

The shroud still remains
And I am the foolish man
Still trying to unravel
The wonders of her mystery
Her being, her reality
280 · Mar 2016
Swept away
The winds of winter
Carried you away from me
But love keeps me warm
258 · Jan 2017
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What must I say to gain entrance
to a world of letters and words?
Is the primary motive to make sense
of a world so enthralled with itself?
Tis' but a sad attempt to relieve oneself
of his frustrations, feelings
and mostly of whimsical nonsense

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