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Woman, you have the backbone of an earth
and a faith that Abraham would have marvelled at.
You walk and you follow with your eyes above ground,
your feet leave imprints of peace.
Woman, you laugh at the sun
You bathe in rays that scorch because you know
That pain only lasts through the night.
You of all people know what it's like to have beauty rise from ashes.
Life is like a rollercoaster
You're in for one heck of a ride
At times you can get nervous
Butterflies inside

Fear can strike your very core
As you observe its height
But as you see it more and more
Anticipation rides

Down and up
Up and down
The worst parts followed by the best
And when you reach the highest top
Your fear is put to rest

As the ride comes to a stop
You can look back and observe
That you accomplished a life so great
Every twist
Every turn
Every curve

So don't you worry about being alone
There are people in the seats by your side
Enjoy life, the rollercoaster
You're in for one heck of a ride
I wrote this poem in my highschool English class as a writing prompt for extended metaphors. Looking back, I realize how blessed I was to be under such a wonderful teacher who really encouraged me to start writing. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have rediscovered my love for writing. Thank you, Ms. Linny, if ever you stumble on this page. Your kind words and warm smiles leave an impact on people greater than you can ever imagine.
How easy it is to fall in love with the knight in shining armor from the land of words
He will sweep you away on his steed named Promises,
Of appreciation and sincerity
But never forget that his armor will eventually come off

And all that will be left is the man born from the land of dishonesty
Who grew up with men who were
Enemies of integrity and action

His steed, Promises, is fast
he will run away when he feels threatened
When there is nothing left for himself
And he will take the knight, oh knight in shining armor when he goes

He will be long gone before night ends and the moon's light no longer glistens against his armor
He will be just the reflection of a reflection of the Sun
On
a suit of cold steel
That's all he really ever was.
I choose to love the faithful King from the kingdom of the Sun.
Jebs na jebs na ako.

Dumudungaw na siya na parang isang taong kagigising lang umaga,

gustong buksan ang mga bintana,

para lumanghap ng hanging bukang liwayway

Malapit na siyang lumabas,

unti uting tumitigas sa paglipas,

Ng bawat, segundo, menuto,

kung babae ako, dysmenorrhea na ito.


Pero sabi ng mga kaibigan ko,

wag ko daw pilitin ito,

baka naman daw kase

na imbis na ito ay tae,

mauwi lang sa utot.

At pinagmukha ko lang ang sarili kong  tanga.

Umasa, nasapag upo ko sa inidoro na lahat ng pagtiis ko, ang piling ko ay giginhawa.

Pero wala.

Para lang siyang damdamin ko, ang tagal kong kinimkim, ng taimtim sa pag-asang pag ito ay pinakawalan ko, na sasabihin mo na ikaw rin.

Na ang nararamdaman mo ay pareho din sa akin.

Lahat naman tayo dito nag huhugas ng pwet gamit ang tabo at tubig hindi ba?

Pwera nalang kung galing ka sa mataas na estado ng pamumuhay. Ikay gumagamet ng tissue paper o bidet.

Pero ako hinuhugasan ko ang puwet ko, kase ito ang turo saakin ng nanay ko.

Pero.

Bago ko natutunan ito, ang nanay ko ang nag hugas ng pwet ko.

Para saatin, wala namang espesyal dito,

Pero ngayon ko lang napagtanto, na ang pag hugas ng puwet ko ng nanay ko, ay puno ng pagmamal.

Sino ba naman ang gustong mag hugas ng labas ng butas kung saan lumalabas ang pinagtunawan pagkain.

Kaya kung sasabihin **** hindi ka mahal ng nanay mo, tignan mo lang ang sarili na nakatalikod sa salamin. At sariwain ang mga alala ng mga sandaling hindi mo kayang linisin.

Pero bago iyon, kung sa tingin mo na ang tula na ito, ay hugot lang, nag kakamali ka... Well actually, medjo lang.

Puwera biro.

Kung tutuusin, di' malayo ang pinag kaiba natin sa Jebs.
Kung iisipin, ang mga ginagawa natin araw araw ay mas masahol pa sa jebs.

Kung ipipinta ko ang isang imahe, makikita mo na ang jebs ay nakapahid ang tae sa buong kasuluksulukan, at kasingitsingitan ng katawan natin.

Pero may Isang tao na gusto padin yumakap at humalik sa pisngi natin.

Sino siya?

Siya ay ang Pagibig.

Araw araw lang siyang nagihintay, na ikay' lumapit sa kanya, magpalinis.
Ang gamit niya, na pang hugas ay mga kamay at dugo, dugo na ang tanging nakakapag linis ng katawan at ng kaluluwa mo.

Mula ulo hangang hangang sa talampakan ng iyong mga paa.

At sa kabila ng lahat gusto niya pa din tawagin mo siyang Ama.

At sa imbis na pangdidiri ang kaniyan nadarama,
Pag mamahal ang kaniya sayo ay pinadama.

Siya ay pinako sa mga kamay na ginagamit sa pag linis saiyo. Sa mga dumi na mas madumi pa sa jebs.

Ang iyong mga kasalanan.

Siya ay isinakripesiyo para ay ikay manatiling malinis, at iligtas ka sa lugar kung saan umaapaw ang jebs. At dalhin kung saan ang kalsada ay gawa sa ginto, at makasama ka magpakaylanman.
May seem really stupid at the beginning, but it gets better. I promise.
Maybe, just maybe
the rushing waves aren't there to hurt you.
Maybe the breaking down of the rocks, the itty bitty bits of sand that fall off with every tumultuous
crashing of each wave
beating upon what is
supposed to be so strong
falls quickly in oceans of beauty, travel down streams of
deep and rich blue
You'll find it to be a lot easier when you let go.
I always thought that the worst kind of pain was to see yourself lose someone so very slowly
to see him every single day for the longest time, anticipating that one morning you won't be able to see him again
but still hoping that you will
rejoicing in every moment he's still around but noticing that he's slipping away as time slowly creeps in
and when he leaves, it's a kind of emptiness that you tried to acquaint yourself with each new morning
but this time the emptiness takes his place

I always thought that nothing could beat that

but I've found a pain more sudden and sharp
no time to compose yourself
or to comprehend the situation
leaving isn't an unwelcome guest but rather an ever present force that hits you head on
your head is left in a daze when he leaves
before you had the chance to know he was gone
before you had the chance to really say goodbye

see, when he leaves slowly your heart is battered everyday and when the final blow does come, the pain is somewhat bearable because you've grown callouses from those wounds

however, when he leaves as quickly as a flash of lightning, all you are left with is an echo of the thunder
and a realisation that you don't have an umbrella on hand for the mess of the storm
Me for the last two months.
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