Showing posts with label World Literature Composition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World Literature Composition. Show all posts

Thursday, November 15, 2007

My Bestfriend

by Tracy Villalon


When I'm alone,
You're always there to he with me.
When I'm down on my knees,
You're always there to pick me up.
When I find my self in the dark,
You're always there to light me up.

I remember the days when we were kids,
We were very happy when we see magic tricks.
We go to school together, share the snacks with each other,
You let me copy your homework, so I can get a star from our teacher.
Everytime I stumble when we run in the park,
You hold my hand and carry me up.

There was a time when I was broke,
The guy I loved left me with no hope.
He filled my heart with tears and hurt,
"I never loved you", was his last words.
In the middle of the night I was crying,
Then you came along to wipe my tears.
"I will always love you" is what you said to me.

Thank you my friend, you're the best in the world.
I never imagined my life without you.
We grew up together, we stand for each other,
And nobody can break the friendship we build together.
You're always there for me and I will always be there for you.
No matter how hard life is, you will always be my best friend,
I will forever love.

Groove

by Glaiza Valiente


Everything has rhythm—from the revolving planets above to the rushing rivers below. Each drop of rain is a beat. That rhythm and that beat are forces which keep everything on tract. Uniting the two, we create harmony—harmony through which the winds whisper their sighs—their soft songs.

Trying to make sense of these things around us, we would discover that life itself has its own rhythm, its own beat. The rhythm we follow leads us so that we won't collide with each other—just like the unique rhythm that the planets in the universe take. The beats that we groove with are steps we take to reach things we desire. When everything is in harmony, life's song plays on and everything else goes as planned...

Sunday, November 11, 2007

MFMP

by Camellia Joy Sallegue


Alone in my own world
Undisturbed and serene
Like a note from a harpsichord
You came into the scene.

In my life that's seldom shaken
Some times someone comes
My sleeping heart to be awaken
But I guess you're the different one.

You told me you're not perfect
But I like you just as you are
Unique is what you call your self
Indeed you truly are.

I feel like I've known you for so long
Yet I've often asked myself
Who is this stranger who've come along
And drives me crazy as hell?

And I must see you
To make sure you're not a dream
Give my heart what it's due
And know that you're for real.

In a world where you exist but not live
I must enter and be part of
And once I see you're not a fantasy
I'll give you the life you've long lost.

Haikus

by Jerome Philip Ricamata


» I decided to share some of the haikus I have made since my high
school days.
Enjoy!


Behold the ego
Set in glowing emptiness
On the edge of time


An island song
Like a floating river
Rain Rain Fall Fall


Fleeing and flying
Like butterflies in a meadow
Hushing and hushing


Your almond lil eyes
That sparkle like a diamond
So sly, so beauteous

Not Letting Go

by Barbra Mae Polanco


It's so hot in here, I can't breathe
I can't stand it and I know it's not because of the heat

I've been crying here for the past hour or so
Thinking about you and can't never let go

You asked me to set you free
But it's impossible....can't you see

How can you do this to me
When I know I've done to make you happy?

You chose another girl to be by your side
What do you want me to do....just hide?

I thought we promised to be together 'til the end
But you betrayed your promise and left me instead

And lastly, do you know that it's not simple to give you up?
'Coz without you my whole world's like a crap

Just believe and listen to your heart
And maybe...just maybe...you will realize
Why we can't live apart

Your Love

by Heleena Claire Pasumbal


It's been a while since I met you
It has been a while since I loved you
But my feelings do not wither,
Instead it becomes deeper.

I know my love for you will stay strong
For I feel that this feeling is for long
This heart of mine will only be looking for your face
Each and every morning I will find peace in your embrace.

Through the challenges I have encountered
You stayed with me and kept me empowered.
You stood by me and kept me warm,
When I was cold and full of harm.

The love that you gave me,
Is a love that you offer for free.
I guess it's what they call unconditional
Thank you God...for your love is eternal.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Kaibigan

by Adrian Oriondo


ANO NGA BA ANG DULOT NG ISANG KAIBIGAN?
DALA BA NIYA AY PURONG KALIGAYAHAN?
O MGA BAGAY NA PAWANG KALUNGKUTAN?
MINSAN KARAMAY MINSAN IKA' IIWAN
SA BUHAY NG TAO
SWERTIHAN ANG MANALO, MADALAS LAGING TALO
LALO'T SA KASAMAHANG PALALO
KINABUKASAN MO'Y MABAGAL AT DI SIGURADO
NGUNIT MAY KAIBIGAN NA TUNAY NGA NAMAN
NAKIKITA LANG KAHIT PAMINSAN MINSAN
KAPAG NGKASAMA SAMA NAPAKASAYA NG SAMAHAN
KAHIT NA KUNG MINASN BULASA'Y WALANG LAMAN
SA KAUNTING PAGKAIN LAHAT AY NAGSASALU SALO
KASABAY NITO'Y NGITI AT TARA KAIN NA TAYO

MADALAS HALOS LAHAT KUMPLETO
PERO MINSAN IKA NGA GALIT-GALIT MUNA TAYO
PANGKARANIWAN PAG MAY OKASDYO'Y NAGKAKAINAN
LAHAT SALU-SALO, IISA ANG KATUWAAN
NGUNIT KPAG DAKA SA PROBLEMA'Y NAGKAKAIYAKAN
NAAALALA KO PA ANG SABI NG LOLO;
DINGGIN MO APO ANG AKING PAYO
PAGKAT PAPUNTA KA PA LANG, PABALIK NA AKO
AT KAHIT KAILA'Y DI KA MAPAPANO
NAPASARAP ISIPIN AT DAPAT MALAMAN
KAIBIGANG TUNAY AY HIGIT NA KAYAMANAN
MULA SA KABATAAN HANGGANG SA KALANGiTAN
DALA NIYA'Y DI MALILIMUTANG KARANASAN
DULOT AY KALIGAYAHAN KAHIT MAPASA LIBINGAN

NGUNIT AKO'Y MAY ISANG KATANUNGAN
SA IYO AKING MUNTING KASAMAHAN
IKAW BA'Y WALANG TUNAY NA KAIBIGAN
O MAY SAMA NG LOOB, WALANG MAPAGSABIHAN?

ANG DIYOS, TANGING KASAGUTAN
ANG PAYO KO SA 'YO, AKING KAIBIGAN
HINDI KA MAPAPAG-ISA KAHIT KAILANMAN

If Only

by Kelsey Genevieve ong


He dreams of her on lonely nights
when the world seems dark and cold.
He could be a knight in tarnished armor
for her, he'd be brave and bold -

If only he could find the voice
to make his feelings known.
But though he'd fight and die for her,
He's scared dumb as a stone.

He's in her daydreams all the time,
His love's her heart's desire.
Her touch could melt his heart, her kiss
Would set his soul on fire -

If only she could find the voice
To make her feelings known.
For him she'd walk a thousand miles
But it's too far too the phone.

And so they pass, and never know
Of romance that might be;
It would take just a single word
To let their hearts fly free -

If only they could find the voice
to make their feelings known!
But fear can conquer love sometimes,
And keeps them both alone.

If only we could find the voice
to make our feelings known!
But fear does conquer love most times
and keeps us all alone.

The Day Tomorrow Came...

by Erica Ngui


"Friendship is the only cement that can hold the world together"

Kimmy is a friend of mine. She's a skinny girl, not particularly pretty. She doesn't get high grades, doesn't have that many acquaintances. In school, she's really quiet. Doesn't talk; all she does is stare at the teacher and mumble. I always shunned her, when we were in school. I mean, I was on top of the social ladder with all my friends around me. I didn't want to be seen with a nobody. Still, Kimmy put up with me. Later, she stooped looking surprised when I'd tell her I couldn't call tonight. She stopped looking sad when I told her I have to skip lunch with her to have a meeting with my exclusive clique. I kept saying, "Maybe tomorrow." And she'd just nod.

It was after Christmas vacation when a bad rumor spread around the whole school about my so-called-sleep-over with a guy, It was pure gossip, but I didn't expect anyone to believe me. It was my word against the word of the most popular girls in school. Those whom I though were my friends.

I was surprised when Kimmy came up to me and asked me to sit with her. How could she be so nice? There was a time when she was the outcast and I didn't mind her. Now I was the outcast and she treated me no different from before.

She was just Kimmy. The same skinny girl who, on that day made me laughs at her corny jokes. She was the friend I love.

And I did love her. Everyday, in fact. Even when everyone forgot the rumor, even after I was popular again, I didn't leave Kimmy behind anymore.

I guess I finally realized something. All those tomorrows that I kept promising Kimmy? Well, I finally made one come true.

Kahit may pag-ibig pa...

by Mart Elias Carlo Marañon


Gusto mong umiyak! Pero ayaw mo! Hindi mo siya dapat iyakan!

Wala naman siyang ginawang kabutihan sa'yo eh...
Hindi ka man lang pinahalagahan
Hindi tamang nagsasakripisyo ka para sa wala.
Simpleng bagay, hindi niya maibigay.
Layuan mo na siya.
Wala kang puwang sa puso niya.
May nararapat pang iba sa'yong pagmamahal.
Hayaan mo na siya...
Hindi siya dapat habulin pa,
Huwag mong pababain ang sarili mo...
Nakakaawa ka, sinasayang mo ang maganda mong buhay
Sa taong hindi ka kayang ipaglaban.
Sa taong kaya kang iwan.
Sa taong saya't ligaya lang ang hanap.

Magpaalam ka na.
Magapaalam ka na.

Tingnan mo ang sarili mo,
Pagod ba na,
Sumuko ba na...
Huwag kang magtiis,
Huwag mo ng pilitin ang iyong sarili
Huwag ng ipagpatuloy ang labang walang patutunguhan.
Lumalaban ka lamang para sa wala.
Ipinaglalaban mo ang taong kinakalaban ba.
Huwag kang magpaapi, hindi iyon tama.
Sinaktan ka niya para lamang sa iba.
Tinanggap mo ang sakit na kanyang binigay,
Na walang tinig na sayo'y naririnig.
Itama mo ang iyong pagkakamali.
Huwag kang magdusa!

Ginawa mo lang bung ano ang sa tingin mong tama.
Hayaan mong maisip niya ang kanyang pagkukulang.
Hayaan mong malaman niya ang tunay mong halaga
Kabutihan ang patuloy mong ibinibigay,
Sa kabila ng kasamaang kanyang hatid.

Magpahinga ka na, Sumuko ka na!
Kahit may pag-ibig pa...

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A Friendship Poem

by Pamela Malaya


When you are sad, ...I will get you drunk and help you plot
revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue, ...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile, ...I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared, ...I will rag you about it every chance I
get.

When you are worried, ...I will tell you horrible stories about how
much worse it could be and to quit whining.

When you are confused, ...I will use little words to explain it to
your dumb ass.

When you are sick, ...stay away from me until you're well again.
I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall, ...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath, ...I pledge 'til the end. Why you may ask?
Because you're my friend!

-Conundrum- (An essay about myself)

by Edryan Lorenzo


Knowing thy self in a lurid pasture of life is not a simple task to do, clinging on who thee really are, gripping on the facts that lies behind thee, and unnoticing thyself drowning on the seamless border of reality, that for a veracity you are just an empty jar, starting to fill thyself, with the information you need, as you start wandering around your environment. Clarity about yourself will soon be discovered by your own placidity on the hem of the equal symmetry of visioning oneself.

Filling up the spaces of who I really am is such a crafty chore, dealing on what I really want. What do I prefer? What are the handy things that I often do? And what is the most enlightening occurrence I have experienced before, but one thing is for sure, answering the creepy question of "who I really am" is a common yet still intriguing question that hacks my back.

I was born on the 3rd day of November on the year 1988. Dealing on my early years as a young lad and as a school boy, my life for me is ain't easy. My family and I were just living on a house, which walls are "concrete , but the oddity is that, the wall that we are using as our fortification was actually our neighbors wall, my dad's brain conniving with my mom's mental ability to act, let us think that we have our own home, with a high ceiling, a nice and a wide-well crafted wall, but, I come to realize that they can't build our own house, for the reason that we do not nave any money to support our financial needs. I grew up with the wrong impression that the people tends to look at me, I dwelt my primary years lingering the class room of a well ventilated place, with the lights that fed our eyes with the proper lighting a student must experience. A computer laboratory with the ratio of 1:1, and a wide spaced comfort room, intended for us to use to cut my humongous imagination, yes! I vanished my elementary days on an exclusive school, given the fact that, my family and i were just living our simple lives on a neighbors wall extension, in return as a lad who doesn't know how to play outside there backyard and bragging about the new toy their mom and dad had bought them, I just sit on my little chair and read my book and draw clouds, houses, and my family's caricature, having this experience when I was a child, I always ending up my school year with my mother going up on the stage and pinning some awards on my uniform's pocket or putting the medal on my neck, that's the time that I noticed myself giving a reward to my parents a reward that they should have, my mom and dad would often tell me that "all your hardships will turn out into gold." And i don't really understand that allegory, perhaps it's my young mind that is the one accountable, why I didn't understand that allegory.

Rowing my way to the fast-paced life of the— what they call "high school life", this is the time where i opened up myself to the petty facts about "reality" , am teen, or course when I entered my stage of puberty, and seldom of my classmates would tell me that am a person that is, shy, timid, and silent, perhaps its because of the fact that, they always see me joining different organizations, and theatrical plays, but one thing is for sure, the person that they often see on the stage or in the classroom is not the real "me", the real me is inside the trenches of my soul, the simple, timid and silent Edryan. In this stage of my life I really learn how to value the meaning of true friendship and the camaraderie with other students, to join and to showcase my talents in drawing, dancing and as well as acting. To be a leader on my own simple, yet serious way and to be an outspoken,an open minded and a determined person, the very blatant difference of my life in elementary, whose life is as alone as an oasis on the midst of the desert. I've finished my high school days on a prestigious school on our province the "UNIVERSITY OF RIZAL SYSTEM-LABORATORY MORONG HIGH SCHOOL" and I graduated at my Alma Mater receiving different of awards, a sign of gratitude for my parents and also for my hard works, no doubt that I left my Alma Mater with my head up high and proud, that my school really helped me a lot not only on my studies but as well as on my personal; growth.

Now facing forward about where I' am right now, I can proudly say that, the place where I am right now, is the exact venue for me, it is one of the pieces that can answer the wobbling question of "who I really am?" I' am currently studying at the POLYTECHNIC UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES, a 3rd YEAR COLLEGE STUDENT taking up BROADCAST COMMUNICATION, This field of study is one of my major interest, and I have no doubts on the choice that I have made, the place where I am right now is a place where, I, as a student can learn how to know thyself, dealing with other and different people, on how they react on you, and how they perceive me as to who I really am. From others perspective they judge me as a cruel, hardhearted man, why? Because of the fact that I am a person who doesn't want others to be treated as if they weren't part of the group, I primarily wants to befriend the people who are infamous for the fact that through this people, I know, there is something innate on them that can help me, I don't really know, but I, as a person wants to befriend the person who belongs to the others whose spotlights are dim and dark, they often see me as sly and a strong person, because of the fact that my life when I was a child and in high school are the ones who makes me on what I am right now, I strongly believe that "no man is worth the aggravation", its ancient history, and some would often tell me that am a man whose level of annoyance is the highlight of my attitudes, I easily get irritated by other people, I don't like people who moved away, and exclude themselves categorizing themselves as a member of the higher class; whose deeds are not parallel to their appearance and mostly to the people whose mouth are created to sew words that can damage others personality you know "words are sharper than swords.", I really hate people who act as if they know everything, and act as if they are intelligent, but not! And lastly I get irritated to those people whose brain are inculcated on their mouth and use it as their means of "protruding on others nipple" the obliteration of these characteristics is one of the fact why I really do like others who are members of the infamous society, some would tell me that am a man whose cheerful and happy, maybe because I don't want to see people who are sad, specially the people who are always there to guide and support me, my Family, My Besffriends and Friends, they are the Heluva gems of my life and the fact that these person will cry because of a certain thing or a certain incident, that's the time where as a student, I can change myself into a clown, these words are the words I often tell my friends and Family ''mas mabuti pang ako masaktan kaysa kayo." I do believe that i' am a good but not perfect son, a loving brother to my siblings and a courageous man on my own. Listening to ones opinion is one of the major thing I could not disregard, because listening t others can help you discover the real you and can help you grow as a person, as a student, as a good son, and as a good disciple of God.

Walking through the different paths of my journey, I can say that some of the pieces of the puzzle that completes my life are on my hands, and some are just hanging on a cliff waiting to be discovered and collected.

My life is a long journey to pass on, it may lead me to success and worst to desperation, but one thing is for sure, I will strive to get and collect the puzzle that completes my life and that can answer the question of "WHO I REALLY AM?"

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Monday, November 05, 2007

I Loved You

by Ronald Llabore


The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a low divine
In one another's being mingle;—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And me moonbeams kiss the sea;—
What are all these kissing's worth,
if thou kiss not me?

I loved you- even now I may confess
Some embers of my love their fire retain
But do not let it cause you more distress-
I do not want to sadden you again.


A Tale of a Broken Heart

by Johara Garcia


Sometimes I ponder about what will come next
Where will my life turn when it seems to stall?
When is the next time I will smile again?
and how will I get up, should I fall?

Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness.
By that I mean I know it can't last.
Beauty decays, laughter subsides
When will the stone be cast?

Tragedy can be measured
by the amount of happiness taken away
Elusion is our only protection
As we fall victim to its prey

So when I've reached a fork in life's road
and the choices are many or few,
I follow the one that leads away from misfortune
That's all I can really do

When life is good
You have to hold it in your hand
You have to close your eyes
You have to breathe it in!

Happiness may end
While tragedy begins
Today is the beginning
Is tomorrow the end?

Johara Garcia, BBrC 3-1D

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Nature On My Own Perception

by Jozwealth Gapasin


Nature is the world around us, except for human-made phenomena. As humans are the only animal species that consciously, powerfully manipulates the environment, we think of ourselves as exalted, as special. We acknowledge that in an objective view we are merely one of many organisms, and that we are not able to survive outside of our natural world of air, earth, water and life. But we tend to be poor leaders in the "hierarchy" of animal life. Despite our greatness, too often we waste, we fight and we breed heedlessly, and are too self-centered and short-sighted. I take note of the increasing awareness of ecology, at least in Western culture, and am heartened. We may still change our weapons of war info tools of peace, and our habits of despoilation info nurturing.

Earth is so large, that even if humans destroy ourselves, plus most other life forms, there will still be nature. The soil, oceans, atmosphere and weather would still interact with solar power fo allow some life to exist. Earth cannot be a barren place like the moon. Humans can, then, reduce our planetary paradise into a hell of sorts, but cannot, I believe, destroy the planet itself.

This thought, sober and gloomy, is a modern one; in earlier ages it is unlikely that people contemplated ourselves wiping-out most life on earth. I don't know why I brought it to the forefront of my nature essay. It does offer a perspective.

Even in this age of high-technology, where many people who live in cities and work full-time with computers see but little nature intimately — at least we all are still aware of the weather and the seasons. We all know that a short, rainy day is more pleasant than a warm sunny March day.

My awareness of nature was at this relatively normal level until high school. I recall when I was a freshman high school student, that nature was wholly unappealing to me. I liked sports, music, comic books, stamp collecting, and playing badminton. Trees were trees, grass was grass, flowers were flowers and weeds were weeds. But by the time I was in the second year high school when I compete for the Philippine Council for Peace and Global Education for Extemporaneous Speaking, I had been affected profoundly by nature awareness. I went from a normal worldview to one wherein the value of being aware of and appreciative of nature was a centerpiece. In retrospect, this was the pivotal transformation of my life.

In high school I went from just another one of the guys into a person whose passion and livelihood became nature. The process was begun, I think, by my having read Thoreau's Walden. I did this because I was exhorted to do so by an influential high school guidance counselor of ours and my coach as well, Ms. Susan V. Zapanta. Ms. Zapanta affected me, as I was at that ripe, receptive, impressionable age. In turn I read other authors: Emerson, Goethe, Voltaire, Carlyle, Plato, Marcus Aurelius, Schopenhauer, Pascal, Montaigne, etc. A common theme in all the writings was the importance of nature, of calmly reflecting, and of thinking for oneself. Goethe wrote:

The thoughtful man's greatest comfort
is to have explored what can be known
and to worship the unfathomable quietly.

I began meditating under trees, listening to birds, tasting wild berries, and finding joy and excitement, meaning and inspiration. My self-confidence boomed, my sense of being an individual blossomed. I began designing a custom meal for myself from the menu of life.

The awareness of natural beauty was like a revelation. I looked at, and experienced, all manner of organisms, and light. Rainfall or windstorms became celebratory. At the time I had boundless ambition and wanted to learn the names and attributes of all the birds, butterflies, spiders, insects, seashells, plants, stars end constellations — etc. It was a kind of euphoria. I saw the utility of such knowledge, too. At the time I thought I'd grow up, move to the country, and be seff-sufficienf. By and by my love of plants outgrew my interest in other aspects of natural history.

I learned a whale of a lot about plant life in Antipolo. I learned in an intimate way, from keen curiosity, combined with lengthy hours spent outdoors. I became an expert without even trying, by just pursuing my inclinations. The principles of life, previously mere broad abstractions to me, became plainly clear, I saw firsthand how environment and genetics, together, affect life. I saw nature's pace — before I'd only considered humanity's.

When these and many other observations crystallized in my mind, the result was my sense of having a coherent, logical philosophy. I felt grounded. From nature study, then, I developed my critical faculties; I gained practical information, derived inspiration and joy, and welded my personal worldview. Nature, plus the wise words I'd read from writers of the past, were my sources. My schooling was typical; all that really sets me apart is owed to what I did on my own.

This is not an unmitigated plus. When one has an odd perspective, and so sees things in a rare way, communicating with others of more traditional or conventional outlook can be difficult. For example, if I believe the soil is sacred, and yet the prevailing assumption is that it is dirt — we're worlds apart from compromise.

Some people, Buddhists example, revere all life and will go to considerable lengths to end none. So they won't swat mosquitoes, don't eat meat, etc. Again, I look at the whole realm of living nature as one big biological web or food chain, with herbivores, carnivores and omnivores. As such, I have no philosophic qualms about taking life: I might eat a catfish for lunch; a lion might eat me for dinner. I do earnestly respect life, and agree to not wantonly destroy it. But to not squish mosquitoes or step on slugs is going too far for my sense of practical living.

I would prefer that people based their philosophies more on nature study and reflection, rather than nearly wholly on what their parents or influential peers tell them. But the weight of tradition is on the side of relatively uncritical acceptance of whatever one's mainstream society believes in.

The thought processes, and inspiration brought about by nature, are available to humans who study the wild or tame nature. Just having a pet goldfish and some houseplants is better than no experience at all. And one can have a small garden, not need a wilderness experience, to be fed physically and mentally. I would go so far as to say humans have an instinctive need for nature, since we evolved under its influences. So to live, say, in a cave, with only artificial light, and only human-made objects, would be a severe strain. Along this line, the sterility of hospital rooms is frightful — I am glad about the emergence of "horticultural therapy" and the like.

One of my motives in sharing what I've learned from nature study is to help empower others, Even if a person doesn't find nature effective for inspiration or education, it is good to "strike it off the list of possibilities" and go on to sample something else, such as religion, art, work, etc. Find your love in life and pursue it passionately.

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I Know My Love

by Archibald Formales


I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

There is a dance house in Manila,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don't you think, now, that irritates me?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

If my love knew I could wash and wring,
If my love knew I could weave and spin,
I would make a dress all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.

And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

I know my love is a total rover,
I know he'll wander the wide world over,
In our school he'll no longer tarry,
And a chubby one he is sure to marry.
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?


Masked Shadow

by Evely Cristina Escanilla


You cheer me up when I'm sad
You let me rest when I'm tired
You take the pain away when I'm hurt
You keep me company when I'm alone.

You won't stop 'til the distress is done
You save the day when I'm in trouble
You've taught me things I haven't known
Some wonders of life to me you've shown.

Truly you're one special hero
And there's so much you can do
But there's so little time
You can't always be by my side.

I've realized I can't keep you here
Nor would you let yourself be kept by someone like me
There's so much for you out there
I can't be too attached, I guess.

Besides I don't know you well
You're too good in keeping your self
The reality, I guess, won't show
As long as you're the masked shadow.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Magbalik Ka

by Joralynn Enebrad


Madaling - araw ay nakatunghay pa rin
Sa langit na ang tanawin ay bituin
Kung nasa dagat pa'y malamang sisirin
Kaibuturan ng mundo'y tatawirin


Aasa pa ba sa muling pagkikita
O tatanaw nalang o mamimintana
Sa isang pangarap na walang kapara
Isang panaginip na hindi mapinta


Gisngin mandin natutulog kong puso
Pusong naghihintay nang pagsusumamo
Sinusuyo ang damdaming parang ginto
Pagtibok ng puso'y dili mahinto


Binubulong nang puso ko'y ikaw pa rin
Sigaw nang maluwalhating puso't damdamin
Damdaming pag-ayaw ay di pipilitin
Tanging kamatayan lang ang sasapitin


Agos ng luha'y mapapawalang bisa
Kung ka'y lalapit, hihingi nang pagsinta
Ikaw lamang ang hinahanap sa t'wina
Sa pagtibok ng puso'y nagpapahina


Lumisan kang ni wala mang lang paalam
Iniwan ang pusong sa luha ay hilam
Kahit di sabihi'y may kaunti ring alam
Ngunit kahit kelan puso'y di nasuklam


Iniibig ka ng walang pasubali
Umasang ang puso'y di nagkakamali
Hinanda ang kaluluwang magpatali
Naniwalang pangako'y di mababali


Kahapon ay parang walang katapusan
Ng tayo'y nasa isa't-isang kanlungan
Nagtampisaw sa ating kaligayahan
Ngunit bangungot lang ang kinahinatnan


Kulang ba aking pag-ibig na inalay
Na kailangan pang ikaw ay mawalay
Ni walang pasabi, wala man lang malay
Pusong duguan, gumulong humandusay

Aking mahal ito'y hindi haka-haka
Pusong iniwan, sumibol, isinaka
Desperadong salita'y huwag ipagtaka
Pakiusap sa'yo mahal, magbalik ka......

2108

Now You See How Weak I Am

by Hazel Elizes


Queries fill up the spaces on thy tortured consciousness.
Spaces supposedly filled with rapture.
Killing the mind, mutilating the heart,
Giving the poor soul no chance of survival.

Must this be deserved?
The door is not yet closed, perhaps.
Of course it is still not.
Fires of rage knock, trying to bum down the door.
But thy ears pretend not to hear.
Thy skin pretends not to feel the burning sensation.

Indeed, thou must be loathed.
But this lamenting heart cannot bear to despise thou.
Not thou, especially not thou.

Release thy anger! Shout to the mountains!
Tell them about thy heartaches.
Reveal thy frailty! Dispel thy hatred!
Let them be thy confidante.
For mountains only listen, talk not.
They shalt not bare thy foolishness to the world.
Only sympathize through silence, they will.

Wrath creeps through thy veins,
But this lamenting heart shalt not despise thou.
Because thine eyes reveal sadness as well.
Thine voice sings songs of melancholy.
Thou have been hurting as well.

Is there nothing to do, but to remain stagnant?
Perhaps, mindless anticipation is the only exploit --
The only exploit to keep the blood flowing.

Flow, thy blood, amid the sorrow.
Keep flowing like the river, never heed the rocks.
Pretend -- just pretend.
Bliss could be just a few more tears away.

Weep, if thy eyes beg to.
But better it be kept to thyself.
For if seen, it only worsens.
Leaving thy self embraced by distress.

Slowly, this wretched being dies, yet still believes in rebirth.
Prayers thrusting to the Heavens.
Hear thy wait, hear thy mourn.
Better yet, obliterate thy sentiments.
Give them wings, let them fly --
To oblivion, where they must thrive.

Let this be the threshold to a new beginning.
With these conundrums, thy sadness trails.
No more, they'll be there no more.

Despair won't thwart this soul no more.
Abhorrence can never be the answer.
Vertical as they are, hopes shall remain.
Elusive are the dreams of being with thee.

BUT wherever thou art, thou shalt remain.
A promise kept until eternity.
Not strong, both inside and out.
Not strong enough to let thee go.

Stay with thee, thy agonized soul shalt remain.
Never letting go even if thou cannot bear thy presence no longer.
Stay with thee, until the end of days doth arrive.
Until the Heavens redeem thy wounded heart.

With these conundrums, thy sadness traits.
Thy sadness trails, yet thy love lingers.

Now you see how weak I am.


Thursday, November 01, 2007

Fear..

by Patri Fe Delasas


Fear of the unknown
is what makes me behind.
Fear of tomorrow
is what makes me blind.
Fear of the darkness
is what makes me seek the light.
Fear of losing
is what makes me fight.
Fear of pain
is what me insane.
Fear of getting crushed
is what makes me struggle in vain.
Fear of punishment
is what makes me flee.
Fear of beasts
is what makes me a prey.
Fear of destiny
is what makes me pray.
Fear of time
is what make my life a day.
Fear of truth
is what makes me lie.
Fear of life
is what make me die.
Fear of Fear
is what makes my life...
absolutely clear...

pfd
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