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Nakakapagpabagabag

Ang buhay ko, buhay mo… (“buhay” syempre nating lahat) ay walang kasiguraduhan,

katulad ng pagkakaintindi natin sa hagdan at hagdanan;
katulad ng pag-gamit ko ng wikang ito, ng tuldok, tutuldok, kuwit at tuldok-kuwit;
Katulad ng pagbuhos ng ulan kahit saan.

Walang nakaka-alam sa mangyayari bukas at kinabukasan, pwera na lamang kay Madam Auring. Kahit pilit mong titigan ang bolang kristal na nasa iyong harapan at malamang nasa harapan din ni Madam Auring,

wala kang makikita…

bagama’t magtatanong ka na lang sa manghuhula na nasa iyong harapan, at kahit ano pa ang sabihin nya, alam ng iyong puso’t isipan na ito’y walang kasiguraduhan.

Nakakapagpabagabag diba?
katulad ng salita na’to!
Subukan mong bigkasin ng tama at mabilis.
Nakakapagpabagabag!
Nakakapagpabagabag!
Nakakapagpabagabag!
(Isa pa las wan!)
Nakakapagpabagabag!

Ako ay yuyuko!

Messy thoughts no. 3

My life is just getting sadder and sadder, like a mellow music in a beach under a pouring rain. When it seems redemption had took a long run away from me, and worries is just so above me, a hill or better yet a mountain. When dying would be much better than living. I’ve never been so coward or I’ve always been, but much more now. No sarcasm could appeal, no derision or humor could make it a little bit lighter. No advise could ease the burden, no words could possibly turn it around. No voice could make a difference, no man or woman could hold my hand and make me stand. I grieved about my past, I am sorrowful about what I’ve become and perhaps will still be afflicted in the years to come. My heart is about to burst, my tears is about to fill an ocean, no man will know, no man will ever fathom how much I hate, how much I hurt, how much sometimes I look strong but ever fragile, how much I laugh and how much I cry, how much I wanted to go away from the noise, from other people, and all other things that plague my everyday life. 

End of messy thoughts.

Poesy no. 32

I was listening to this while making this poem. Hope you like it. Anyway, I do not own the image. Credits to you!

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The thoughts I think

Ask me not to where I rest my thoughts in hand
When I think quietly while sitting on a branch
I’d think of anything, everything under the sun
I think of you, I think of me, I think of running in the sand

I think of wind, I think of care, I think of everything unseen
I think of skin, I think of light, I think of all that can be seen

I think of glee, I think of tears, I think of how they ache our hearts
I think of sex, i think of war, I think of how they make an art

I think of fame, I think of shame, I think of how they share a seat
I think of wealth, I think of land, I think of how much does a man need

I think of love, I think of lust, I think of how we mixed the two
I think of sleep, I think of dream, I think of nothing else to do

I think of stroll, I think of cars, I think of everywhere to roam
I think of words, I think of rhymes, I think of how to end this poem

I think of you, I think of you, and I’m lost in wondering
I think this music that I am hearing is pulling all the strings

- music off -

Poesy no. 31

Credits to whoever made this train art. Its beautiful!

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AWFULLY

Come with me O awfully
Graciously appeal
Take the night and find a way
to simply disappear

Gloom be me see my veins
Sail away in blue
Skies become my mourning friend
I cried I said I do

I do!
yes I do admit to all
Who else, who else can see
the woe in me? yea always be
Until I do find thee!

The Words

The Words
I
 was slowly immersed, it was like swimming in my world of frustration.

It was a mistake I could have also done under desperate circumstance but I have my own vision of what my life would become, and I am not afraid if it would turn out just like in the movie. I fear not if what I think I ought to be comes to naught. Yet, there will be always a subtle sigh of regret.

“He tried to write but the words just wouldn’t come.” A phrase I could never forget, for I too have longed to be one, have not stop longing still for here I am, in front of my computer, at my blog, writing something. Trying to be what I believe I wanted to become.

This motion picture has truly inspired me. There are a lot of thoughts suggested, principles and values shown. About truth and about life. But it touches me deeper than I could have imagine, I say these words like an accessories and I could also say that there are no words fit of an expression on how I really feel. These preliminary thoughts I think I should write are wholesome and fresh. Not so carefully thought out but also not like a river flow. It would seem like a calm waves of the sea. Just a little splash and a quiet rustling of the sand.

“I love the words more than the person that gave me the inspiration.” Inspired me in a sense to find my inspiration not so that I could write, but so that I could love, live and give and write or perhaps sing about it.

I recommend this movie on all ages, there were no pornographic stuff, just little kissing scenes that aren’t really disturbing, it was so beautiful. So hearty and intelligent. It was a story about a story within a story. As we all say in our language, “Kompletos Ricados” (All in one!) No dull moments, cannot be dragging, it got my whole attention with every word until the end. I will watch this again soon after finding the book and read it for myself, I’m sure it would be a lot more intense and profound reading THE WORDS.

- end -

Poesy no. 30

I did not get the chance to post this yesternight because I was so preoccupied.
Thus, NaPoWriMo’s One poem a day is complete! :D I’m happy for myself and
congratulations to all others who participated too. Happy NaPoWriMo!

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Poesy no. 29

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Since I began 2 days late in this celebration, I decided to extend! And fill in the
2 “uncelebrated” days in this month. Happy NaPoWriMo!

Poesy no. 28

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Poesy no. 27

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Poesy no. 26

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