"mka" poems
Mahirap gawin.
Wala kang oras.
Hindi mo na matatapos.
Bakit?
Dahil hindi mo na kaya?
Pagod ka na?
Inaantok ka na?
O tinatamad ka lang?
Marami ka ba talagang ginagawa. Marami ba talaga ang mga pinapapasa kaya natambakam ka na?
Tumingin ka sa oras. Ang bilis ng takbo katulad ng pag higa mo sa kama sa inaakalang magigising ka ng umaga para mka gawa.
Parang kapag nag babasa ka at naka tatlong sanaysay ka na. huminto, nagpahinga at sinubukang mag basa ulit. Naka anim ka na, umupo, nagbasa, nagpahinga malapit sa kama, nahiga habang nagbabasa at unti unting pumikit ang mga mata.
Bangon! sabi ng orasan na nagpapahiwatig sayo na gawin mo ang bagay na ito. Na kaya mo naman talagang tapusin.
Bangon! sa pag iilusyon mo na pagod ka na sa isang damakmak na gawain.
Bangon! para sa mag papel na nasasayang. Sa mga mamamayang nawawalan ng laman ang bulsa.
Bumangon ka! Wag kang magpahinga lang! Hindi ka tamad!
Masipag ka! Hindi sa pagpapahinga, kundi sa pag kilos!
Kumilos ka para sa kinabukasan ng ating bansa, sa ika uunlad ng taong mga tumulong at sa pawis na tumulo sa sahig. Wag **** hayang punasan lang nila ang pawis na iyon. Tanggalin mo!
Kasi minsan nasa isip mo lang na hindi mo kaya pero alam ko at alam mo na magagawa mo ang bagay na iyan. Gawin mo sana!
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
A story of the heart that is like no other tales;
with no twinkling fairies but tough trails.
Kept in years for someone to rescue and free;
or to chain in fear from the ropes of hurt, i foresee.
The heart is different compared from the norm;
a cold heart that can pause for a lady's warmth.
Let it be infinite years, love I can wait;
even time can't dictate when the foe is faith.
Now she made it despite the thorny trials;
bringing the warmth to melt the ice he feels.
Is this really the love I longed to have?;
ask the wondering heart to the mind above.
With the signs the heart embraced the warmth;
though it knows that it will be purged with storms.
Armored against the tides of greater hurt;
for this is not the fairy tale one asserts.
A reserved heart I kept for too long;
now in someones hands, heart be strong.
A love in a canvass of pure abstract art;
Painted in blood of the reserved heart.
- MKA
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
silently she's always at your side
though a mere silhouette in your eyes
she screamed so loud for you to hear
but no voice of her passes your ears
she had seen who you longed to have
a picture who don't need your love
you wept as you reminisced the scenes
is it hard to let go? yes, it seems
you're lost, don't know what to do
a mind sailing in the depths of fantasy
trapped yourself inside the lamp
please snap she's here to help you stand
as she handed the rope to free
she whispered, "these are the granted three"
i'll stay with you, i'll love you and i'll understand you
no more fantasies for we'll make it true
- MKA
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
I am nothing but a complicated creation;
stranger from the norm, a complete abomination.
Trapped in a paradox, world unquestioned;
walking with a mask in pure falsification.
Episodes of this lifeless body passed;
wasted! is it wasted?! i know nothing will last.
Unbent, unbroken, i must make a decision;
i can't! i can't ! for it would scatter shallow impressions.
What should i do? life is not an infinite equation;
unbent, unbroken, should i make a decision?
No! you can't or you'll live in damnation;
i am really nothing but a complicated creation.
- MKA
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Living a life of a question mark
Long winding roads, dim and dark
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
I can’t decide, knowing nothing will last
Ifs, what ifs, chains who I am
Is this really me? Is this who I am?
Pink or blue, the color says you!
Does it really matter?
As long as you’re you!
Can I go gentle now in that little hole
Where I can no longer play any role
No doubts, no fear for this is who I am
This is me! This is me! This is who I am!
- MKA
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
i want you here with me, please stay;
i can't find someone, no more life to pay.
but if you insist, you're free to go;
for true love knows how to let someone go.
- MKA
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC