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Sinulat ni: d LittleStar
hot...it makes me sweat!
cold...it makes me chill!
it drains me 'til the last drop of creativity i got.
i can't breath,
my heart skip-a-beat.
double the challenge,
double the fun,'
til I'm drain if I got none.
or better yet take everything seriously
to comply what it takes to be a next generation writer. ............................................................
....TOINK!
wala lang!
the answers to a wish
Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
so many pictures in my eyes right now
i just wish i could go back
they say its a glimpse of life
life from the maker
wish that i one day could be there
for sure i would ask
if my mother around?
wish that i one day would go back from old memories
where there was heavens of joy
lot of laughter and life is young
wish that i one day would see reality
from not the perspective of learning
but to reverse the written, literature they say, a culture of race
wish that i could walk alone
without anyone who would eye on me
and wonder on mind
wish that i could draw pictures into letter
sand emotions would be seen
framed it and put on display
wish that i could do something
be that powerful
posses all things
wish that i am the hand for everyone
to all face i have met and seen
their eyes?they spoke to what is written
wish that i have seen everything
without realizing
but just keep on wishing
wish that i don't have to anymore
well, i ask, is there a thing?
to make it all for real
answer is nothing
On With The Show
Sinulat ni: Antonio
On with the show
On with the show...
The curtain rises.
flood the stage.
Places, every one, on cue!
On with the show...
Deliver your lines in precision.
As rehearsed, as choreographed,
Do not falter now, pick up the pace.
On with the show...
Just see the scene through.
Damn the way those eyes sparkled,
Or those champagne kisses.
On with the show...
Forget the warm tight hugs,
Or that swaying in a slow dance,
To the beating of your hearts.
On with the show...Forget that
walk in the rain.
No one needs to know the misery.
Get in shape and get into the act.
On with the show...
It was all but a mere fiasco.
for the audience's bravo,
Not for those nocturnal drives.
with the show...
Tuck the tear, it smears,
It smudges, it gets in the way.
Just go walk into the sunshine.
On with the show...
The final act is coming.
Curtesy deeper than the pain.
Don't even dignify with a goodbye.
IMGINATION WRITTEN
Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
was listening to the audio
it was a music, a sound from a drum beat
once upon a time
there was a dreamer
a loner
called himself a maker
and so he created a world
called "moon"
he wandered
he planted imaginations
joys were easy as laughter
he met a lady
he created another story
now the plot
is the moon with colors of silver dust of yellow
they danced on circle
they run on circle
until they got tired and found out it has to end
how?the loner said
when on his mind its a perfect world
but really, it is for his own
without realizing the deeper thoughts for others
to let them too smile and see
and maybe say" ah that is your world"
but no, he was enjoying his power of creation
until. he decided to put another character on it
and look now, what happened?
his world of moon
with plot of all
with his own creation
he now cannot hold
he cant control what is beyond of the other world character
and so he was left
blind eyed
the other eye serves to see something green, he said
a little happiness or joy is it?
i don't know
he is up for the new world
to get back on reality
to make another story
with a real character
real emotion of others
real deep thought of others
and use his own perceptions
and hopefully
he could create
a new story
a new plot
a reality.
Champagne Intoxication
Sinulat ni: Antonio
(After reading Peter Nery's How to Survive Waiting for the Season of Strawberries)
I don't really drink.
But on nights when
I miss you dreadfully;
Which means
Every night henceforth,
I will drink bottles of
remind myself
How your tongue tasted
When we first kissed.
Strawberries go well
With champagne they say.
So when I beginTo become an alcoholic
I'll revert to
Sucking strawberries
To remind myself
How champagne tastes
Or to remind me
How you
suck.
As forgetting
Sinulat ni: Antonio
Writing as forgetting"I'd Like to think of writing as a way of forgetting"
-Prof. John E. Barrios
This pen traces lines
Of forgetting,
Distills every tear shed
Shedding, yet to be shed,
And sublimates
Every pain felt
Feeling, yet to be felt,
In a poem that has
Rhyme and measure
Organic unity
And objectified correlatives
In a moment of
Emotional distance,
Poetic proximity
And ritual release
That speaks of
Throbbing, numbing, lingering
Static pain.
Every scribble brings
Vivid remembrances.
Hence, forget forgetting!
I write, I remember
Another poem, another attempt
At forgetting
Yet remembering
Emblazoning
Immortalizing
You
if you know the meaning
Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
sadness
for a million words
emotions
sadness?
tears?
cried
tear
sorrow
pain
hurt
pride
gain
but can you see something?
out of a face
of a man
who would ask you this
are you sad to know all this meaning?
THE SELFISH ACTS
Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
in all the letters
i had been holding on
and making it a simple yet deep words and writing into a piece
from the things i am feeling
to the things i perceive in my reality my consciousness alters;
that the mind reads from the eye
sand to the letters to the stroke of keyboard it writes
to all that
one thing i realized
yes selfish as what others in here might think of
or could read of
its selfish acts of my own sightings
wherein i write it into a symbolist terms
which i could only feel by what i would put on ah selfish love is
and pardon me with all that i have posted.
PRIDE
Sinulat ni: annakris
The shadow is back
Trying to peek at the artificial light
Guess it was never far
Only cast aside
For no one dares to stare it in the face
And no one dares to kill it
Now it has found its courage
Called the light’s bluff
Sees the flicker behind the artificial glow
And slowly
The flicker became part of the shadow
Part of the shadow’s talons
Slowly...
It killed the light.
In Lieu of a Heartbreak Song
Sinulat ni: Antonio
In lieu of a heartbreak song I wrote a poem...matagal tagal din... At oo...true story to... Broken hearted na naman po ako...Sheesh...
In Lieu of A Heart Break Song
How do I mourn you properly?
Do I need to don night's garments
To conceal a deeper darkness
In my vain search for your shadow?
Do I faithfully keep vigil
Over the casket of longing?
Burn candles and recite requiems
While the stars drop dead one by one?
Shall I commit you to the earth
With no bother for epitaphs?
Or reduce to ashes instead
To fill an empty and cold urn?
I'll forever mourn you instead,
By the smiles I call forth rains with,
By every sigh masked as breathing
And the nifty phrase
"moving on".
Appendectomy
Sinulat ni: Antonio
Sosyal yata ang nasawing pag ibig na to.
English ang lumalabas na luha...
sana last na to...
ayokong na oobjectify sya eh...
anyhoot...
Appendectomy
Uppend-deck-to-me
They made an incision on the abdomen,
To take out the offending organ.
Most likely, because it is inflamed,
Or worse,
it could be ruptured.
It's just a minor surgery,
really,
Medical advancements ensured.
It has to be done quickly,
though.
Quicker than you could say, sepsis.
Then they stitched or stapled up nicely,
Now all that needs to be done is recover.
What was taken would never be missed.
They are sure,
life could go on without it.
Despite the breakthroughs,
they still cant say,
If this organ is needed or not.
It all sounds like a relationship to me.
I just wonder if they took out your heart too.
The Pink Beauty
Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
she sways to the lines
as i walks on by
with the music in my eyes
i hear her words little slowly
swaying
smelling
now it was on my arms
feeling like writing and the leaf of brows
were flowing slowly to my sight
it was swaying
and again i tried to look deeper
slowly
without any hesitations
i was wondering of her
that pink lining?
i do not know
for she may be gone somewhere
out where those of my eyes cannot be seen
like a simple grasp of her smell from that a smell
of a tree
a brown leaf from a tree
keeps floating until it ended up to my own sightings
there it ended
to a narrow shed
where those light from the story
it pictures out an end
for the pink beauty.
"Ode to a Family
Sinulat ni: Therese Carmel
Minsan sa padel tayo ay nagsumpaan
Na kahit anong hirap walang iwanan,walang atrasan....
pinatibay ng padel and dating loob at damdaming malambot
Natutong lumaban at sa mundo ay sumubok
basta tayo ay magkasama walang makakapagpabagsak...
basta't tayo'y kumpleto walang puwedeng tumapak....
Magtulungan hanggang sa dulo
ito ang pangako sa padel natin binitawan,
maraming beses na nawalan ng kaibigan
pero kahit kailan hindi pa rin nila kayang pabagsakin....
Nagsama sama tayo at parang harina
kaupo tayo sa trono....
pero dahil sa batas ng padel
magpapakumbaba pa rin tayo...
tumulong sa kapwa at paglaban ang tama
ito ang batas na sa harap ng padel ay ating ginawa....
Marami mang nagtangka at umalipusta,
nagtulong tulong pa sila pero lahat
sila walang nagawa....
Tulad tayo ng padel,
Matigas at matibay hindi mababali at hindi mapapawi...
Sabihin man nila para tayong puno ang dahon ay unti unti nalalanta at natutuyo..
balang araw din ang puno
tatanda at magiging marupok...
Pero hindi tayo isang papel
na sa isang pag nilagay sa apoy ay biglang natutupok...
kumunti man pero kailanman hindi maglalaho...
KInapootan ng iilan, pero tayo ay minahal ng karamihan,
may batas na pinaglalaban kaya
nirerespeto tayo kahit na ng ating kalaban.... ...
...goodbye
Sinulat ni:Oliver
…goodbye
saan ko nga ba huhugutin
ang ngiti sa salitang ito
-na di man lang naidamping labi mo sa labi ko?
ano ang ‘good’sa katagang ito
-na ibinulong ng pula mong
salamin ng tokador?
'a continuation of colors,past from remembering"
sinulat ni:Therese Carmel
Her eyes were yellow
She was wearing brown
Her eyes were white
Rolling as porcelain bright
Her eyes were that of the finest trees
Like that one on the mountain when it freeze
In the visions
She was wearing all pink again
Swaying her hair like I could smell it from that far
In distance, I asked.
Where she have been
For so long I was waiting
For one thing to just leave a sign
Like ribbons
Ribbons from heart
But her hair
Her hair was flowing
With that thickness
Thickness of colors maybe
Black it was
That passion
Burns in my eyes
Now call it desire
Fire in heaven she wants
Dancing now
Swaying
To the tune
Where her love was floating
She keeps on walking
She was lovely
She was pink
She was the beauty I was singing within
And I thought I had eyes
Together with those flying ears
Singing
Swinging in to the tune of loves
And again her hair was swingingI love to dance tonight
With that beauty who caresses me
To the tune
To the tune of loves
Of loves That was created
From the heaven of beautiful eyes
And she was pinkPink pink all again
Dancing to the tune of love
Where music has begun
And she taught me how to dance
One time I was looking for
white smiles I could sense
From heaven she smiles with a sense of things
That brown trees?
Of that leafs
It was swaying to the leaf
To the tune of life,s
anec-dot-e(?!)
sinulat ni: Mallory Lavu
Hey Master! I really want that blue ribbon but why did you give me this maroon ribbon instead?! Chuchu…”
I’m really sad because I didn’t get what I asked for… Do you understand me?
Recently I asked my master to buy me a ribbon, “I saw this shimmering blue ribbon in the store and I really love to have it.”, I told my master.
He pronised me to give one, but the next morning I was disappointed to see a maroon ribbon lying beside me with a note that says “here’s the ribbon I promised… with love M. Little Star.”
I was really disappointed. The one I asked for is not the one given to me…
Questions in my mind keep bothering me. Why my master did give me this? Have he forgotten my wish? Doesn’t he want me to be happy?
I cried and was really sad. I’m not aware he’s watching me and when he saw me crying hard, he tap my shoulder and said “I saw the ribbon you we’re asking for, but I also saw many rats who were wearing the same ribbon. My Lavu, I love you so that I want something special for you. I saw the maroon ribbon best for you. You may not see its beauty yet because of your resentment but believe me, all I want is the best for you. Someday you will understand. I love you.” Then he embraced me and kissed me before he goes back to work.
Days passed… and little by little I saw his purpose in giving me the maroon ribb0n…little by little I was amazed of how he intends it to be… and little by little I understood my master. And now, I’m really thankful he gave me this instead of what I wished. He really knows what’s best for me! -
Thing we wanted are not always given for a purpose-
inip
sinulat ni: al
nakita kong lumubog ang araw
hinihintay ko ang pagsikat
matagal ba o naiinip lang ako
kapag nahinto
kabiguan,
hindi ko na masisilayan
ang kagandahang lagi kong nakikita
sa likod ng mga matang nakapikit.
nakita kong lumubog ang araw
pero kahit sa panaginip
pagsikat niya'y
pinagkakait
pilit na lang tinanabunan ng ngiti
at pagbabakasakali
ang takot at pagaalinlangan
habang inaalala ko
ang pigil na pagluha
sa paglayo...
Upod...
sinulat ni: zkey
Ako
Tula
Pag-ibig
Pagkakaibigan
Pangarap
Tala
Ulan
Hangin
Panalangin
Takot
Paghihirap
"Hanggang sa muling pagkikita PAPEL"
-LAPIS
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Babae sa Sapatos
sinulat ni: Oliver
Tinatapakan ng suot kong sandalyas
Ang tinatambol kong dibdib - ngayon
Bakit naman ngayon pa!
Kung kailan makakaharap ko na siya at makikita ng malapitan
Mula sa silyang kinauupuan, tumatagos
Ang tingin ko sa istante ng mga sapatos
Habang pinagmamasdan
ang indayog ng kanyang balakang.
Kasabay ng pagbuklat sa kahon
Ang halimuyak ng paglapit
Nakakalito. Nalilito
Maging ang tila nagja-jack hammer kong tuhod
hindi ko tuloy alam
Kung alin nga ba ang gusto kong sukatin
Ang tayug ba ng dibdib at bilog ng hita niya
O ang Chuck Taylor na isinusukat niya sa aking paa?
Sigurado ako,
Gusto ko yung sapatos--kahit masikip.
Ang hindi ko sigurado
Ay kung ano ang nangyayari sa pantalon ko
Bakit parang sumisikip?
... backspace...
sinulat ni: Oliver
Iniib < . . .
…iniiba na lang ang usapan pag kaharap ka na.
laging ganun...lalo na ‘pag sukol na talaga
ng mga titig mo ang namumungay kong mata…
Inii < . .
.….iniimbento na lang ang mga dahilan
ang mga pakunwaring paalam na may pupuntahan.
kathang-isip na kwento sa syotang hindi naman,
at text messages na pinapadala sa sarili na lang.
(di mai-send sa’yo, sa takot na iyong pagtawanan)
Iniibig k < . . . …iniibig ko ang Pilipinas,
ito ang aking lupang sinilangan…
(blah…blah...blah….et cetera…et cetera…)
tumalsik na lang sana ang
para masabi ko ng diretso ang laman ng dibdib ko!…
di ako maka-<> sa feelings ko…
di kita ma-<> sa puso ko.***************
do you believe?
sinulat ni:d LittleStar
There's an unseen connection between two hearts meant for each other,
a magic which actually needs no words.
And if a word is spoken,
it's not the ears that hear--it's the heart that feels.
dream
sinulat ni:Therese Carmel
Summer is sweat of love romance to ask
Ask that garden
That blooms in the morning
That could kills the heaven from that skies of the right heaven
Where she sits
Upon me
Ah wishful
Ask from the goddess
Give me now
True beauty of illness
Corrections of lies
Where one moment of time I tried
Then again then again
Free lines from these eyes of mine burst into
Lies and stuck.
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