Literary Folio - The Writer's Thread Vol. 2

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PANGARAP NA TANGAN

 

Bukang liwayway nagsimulang lumuha ang mga bituin
Batid nilang malapit nang isuko ng buwan
Ang liwanag niyang hiniram lamang…

Sa araw

Sa araw-araw nang ginawang magbukas ang mga ulap
Upang magpatukso sa dagat na malawak at asul
Na tanging mga anghel lamang ang nakakaabot

Pa'no naman kaming hindi man lang makatingin sa langit?

Ni hindi man lamang naming kayang bulungan ang mga tala
At yayaing maglaro sa pisngi ng lupa

Malambot ang yakap ng hangin
Lalo na't mainit ang titig ng araw
Paminsan nga lamang ay lubhang nakapapaso
Sa aming nasanay nang magtago sa tahanan at mga puno

Humalik na ang huling patak ng ulan
Sa balat ng lupang nakapikit
Nangangarap

Bakit kaya ang tuktok ng pinakamataas na bundok
Ay tanging nyebe ang nakabalot? Kaninong mukha kaya ang nakaguhit sa buwan sa tuwing karimlan?

 

 

Edited February 5, 2016 by artedpro

[Julianda]

Linggo ngayong araw na ito

Bisperas ng bagong taon ng Tsina

Di ko lang maubos maisip kung

Bakit ipinag diriwang pa ito

Sa bayan natin

 

Di naman lingid lalo na

Sa halos ng buong mundo

Kung paano lapastanganin

ang bansa natin, pero sa

kabila nyan, patuloy pa rin

 

Ang pagtangkilik natin

Sa mga produkto nila

Bakit di na lang kasi

Balewalain muna ang lahat

ng nauugnay sa kanila

 

Dito sa atin hangga’t

Di natatapos ang gusot

Sa Isla ng Spratlys

Sadya nga bang ganun

Na tayo kahina at kalambot?

 

 

 

02/07/16

03:24 pm

[DamienThorn]

RANDOM THOUGHTS OF SUMMER

(revised)

She hated her given name

So she took her birth month and called it her own

And I reckon even the stars, she can

take down if she wishes

For she is forever defiant

She frowns at the world and its superficial whims

and at the slightest displeasure, she

casts unfriendly eyes on the whole of humanity

Yet she is never perfect --- no, not her

She falls weak at times to her own human flaws

and her self-accusing thoughts

But how I worship her

the Aphrodite of my lost dreams

And a goddess she is

Her splendor lies not on the quick stare

But on careful scrutiny

Beyond those squinting eyes

Behind the face angelic, she shines

And how she shines!

How she moves me with the littlest gesture!

She does as she pleases, she takes what she can

For she is slave to no man

She harbors no illusions, no self-diluting fantasies

For life is as life should ever be

Real

She is a mystery

a vast sea of secrets

She'll keep you guessing to the very end

For what she is, she keeps

In eternity locked

A riddle even

She would strike in unpredicted temper

Fire her mental guns with indiscriminate passion

Yet she charms in her own little way

Draws you

With sweetness even she is not aware of

She is a child

At times she would weep

In near defeat collapse

For she knows not her strength

Twenty one years or so, she

walked the earth without a grasp of what she can do

This child Athena blessed

will forever be uncertain

She is young, and forever doubtful

Of herself

She searches unceasingly

To fill the void of self-belief

When all she needs is to look inward

and see her true worth

She is, and will always be to me, a lot of things

But most of all

She reminds me of summer

of long-gone days of youth

of dry afternoons spent in fetal daydreams

of love whispered and forever lost in the winds

circa 2005

[daphne loves derby]

0226

I opened my eyes and i see flashbacks,

memories of you seems to always come back.

That beautiful voice, the humming of choice,

singing like an angel, that became a rejoice.

It was the fight of the century, the blind crusade,

doing everything you can, you almost reach the grave,

a week or two of sadness and stupidity,

and you thought in that move it will create a lot pf pity..

Acting so tough, so focus and with a brave heart,

but deep inside, you are just beginning to fall apart.

Its been over a year of too much pretending,

and what did you gain from of all that? nothing...

Wake up.. listen..face it..be a man...

Tell them... tell her.. tell yourself..your human...

you know its acceptance of what you really feel,

is what will make you out of this suffering reel.

Enough of this pretension's, you don't even have any intention's.

you don't need to act unaffected, its just making you continually dead.

you know you still love her..too much that you just cant accept it,

and the saddest part is that you just cant do anything about it..

Stop listening to the songs that makes her alive,

Stop looking at those pictures that you wish would never exist,

Stop hating everyone that judged you from that episode.

Just be yourself, and get back to your normal mode..

wake up....

[Julianda]

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endure this insouciance

till everything gets appeased

for at this moment in time

been delighting over a tiny

fortress and in one’s

gripping, while at it,

aspire for one’s

quiescent

and

eudaemonia

happy heart's day!

02:22 pm

02/13/16

julianda

 

 

[FleurDeLune]

"Untitled"

An impromptu poem

(free verse)

3:19 pm

02/14/16

[LOTTE]

Parang Awa Mo Na Boss, Huwag Mo Na Akong Padalhan ng Litrato

 

So ilang araw na nakalipas na mula nung pinadalhan mo ako ng litrato ng kargado mong singlaki ng santol.

Di ako tumugon sa iyong mensahe ay merong isa pang nakapagpadala sa akin ng litratong na singlago ng Makiling ang bulbol. Nagisip ako ng mabuti kung ano nagudyok kayo sa pagpapadala sa akin kaya't binasa ko uli ang huli kong mga kasagutan sa ilang tanong.

 

Nasabi ko lang ang totoo, mahilig lang talaga akong manood ng porno. Babae ako, mahilig na kung sa mahilig.

 

Mula nung wala na kami ni Rene, wala na akong inatupag kundi manood ng libog ng iba sa loob ng kwarto ko. Masarap kasi - kung nasasarapan sila kahit peke - nabubusog ako sa pagkain ng Chippy. Umiiling ng bahadya ang Asahi at bumubuga ng hangin habang nakasalangpak ako sa kama.

 

Nagkukulong, nakadikit ang maiinit na mata - nanlilisik at napapainom ng tubig - hinahayaan kong gumagalaw ang tindig ng utak ko sa mga eksenang kahindik -hindik, madalas na iniisip ko yung mga dapat sana ginagawa ni Rene, Pero madalas nasa dilim kami..

 

Yung bagong operang luslos, nahihiya siya ipakita sa akin. Kaysa na umiikot kami sa kama, nakahiga lang sa isang parte ako sa kama at ako'y kanyang pinapasok na may kabagalan hanggang napabilis at hanggang makaraos, hati kami sa pambayad sa sogo -

 

Sukli nito pangkain namin sa labas.

 

Pritong talong at mainit na sabaw ng natirang sinigang sa miso sa tanghali.

 

Di rin kami nakatagal - dahil may nakilala siyang iba. Nagtext na break na kami.

 

Habang pinapanood ko ang porno sa internet - naisip ko uli tignan ang litrato na pinadala sa akin at sinagot ko ang isa sa kanila kung bakit niya akong pinadala ng litrato.

 

Mabilis ang tugon

 

' Baka mahulog ang loob mo sa akin dahil sa kargada ko, Mam. Sa totoo lang, Mahiyain ako't maginoo, di ko lang mapigil sa pagpapadala sayo '.

 

Tumugon ako.

 

' Bossing, parang awa mo huwag mo na ako padalhan ng litrato, nakapag bahagi lang ako ng kwento at sana huwag mong isipin na masama akong babae'.

 

Bigla na lang ako napaisip, na baka nga sin-tigang din niya ako kaya nakapagpadala siya ng litrato.

 

Nilagay ko na lang sa 'file' ko sa computer. At ginawa ko ng wallpaper ang ari niya.

 

Baka sakali ganahan ako't pagkatapos ko bumili ng vibrator sa sweldo.

 

Makuha ko ang number niya sa ikatlo ng susunod na buwan.

 

Bibilhan ko siya ng pang-ahit

Edited February 28, 2016 by FleurDeLune
fixed its spacing ;)

[LOTTE]

 

It was wistful peace of the garden in Sedgewick County. After the long months of cold, then comes spring and the birds came back with hues of blue and green. I imagine it so, in my mind so vividly the smell of the chimney smoke from a house half a mile away. The squirrels racing on steel fences and climbing on trees that were half-asleep and now opening its branches at this 6 o' clock morn. After that long walk, there is a bakery nearby that sells hot buns and i bought 4. As shops open one after the other around Sedgwick, the cars awaken the barren streets, everyone up for early mass.

 

 

 

[Julianda]

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animo'y nasa bukirin

habang dinig ang himig

na tila sing harot ng

isang binibining mayumi

ito ang tipo ng tugtog

na dumidikta sa kamalayan

ng isang tulad kong walang

magawa kundi ang managinip

sa gitna ng magulong siyudad

siyudad na kung saan

pinamumugaran ng makabago

di lang ng nilalang kundi ng

material na mga bagay

mga bagay na nagpapabulag

at naglalarawan lamang ng

kahinaan bilang mortal na nilalang

10:13 am

03/01/16

julianda

[LOTTE]

If i were as dainty as a flower, i probably have a boyfriend

 

If i write just like Fleurdelune as gentle as she is, most likely in person, then it won't be hard for me to have someone in my life. Every time i meet different people, i'm harsh on myself and being self-critical was always the force that makes me flutter away and creep inside my hole and mutter. It so happens that the boy who i was into last summer dumped me and i wanted so much to get back at him made me an angry person. I wrote incantations of all sorts , deleted the jpegs and scantily ranted on his facebook for being a coward and a degenerate. It didn't sink in well for me. I was mad, hurt and my ego bruised.

 

I woke up in another person's bed yesterday. It was weird.

 

I got up and put on my clothes and searched for my tennis shoes, The guy mumbled a bit and look at me and asked ' where do you think you're going?', ' i'm late for work' i replied.

 

" your shoes are all muddy, i cleaned it up for you..you were so drunk last night, you couldn't pull yourself together, don't worry nothing happened between us. It was raining so hard last night ,you were out cold".

 

Then i went towards the scruffy man who needed a good shave and sat on the bed . " I'm sorry i didn't get your name..".

 

" Nate, my name is Nate..i work at the finance department..".

 

" I'm.."

 

" Bianca right? i know you.".

 

" What day is it today? ".

 

" Saturday.." he replied. Then i crept inside the covers and he moved to his side and i looked at him and said.

 

" I'm a very hard person, i can't be in a relationship right now, all i want is someone to hold me". I exclaimed.

 

" Okay..no problem let me put your arms around me and lets see where this leads us". He answered.

 

We hugged and we hugged and we dozed off. Nothing really mattered at this point. If i were as dainty as a flower and write like Fleurdelune, i would have a boyfriend.

 

I think i'd try to be nicer this time around.

 

 

 

[Sevenshot]

"Hindi Sabaw"

 

Habang nagbabasa ng mga gintong aral at karanasan dito, inagaw ng isang dilag ang pansin ko.

 

Walang takot siyang nagbahagi ng kanyang opinyon sa isang paksang aking sinusubaybayan. Napatingin ako sa kanyang litrato -- "aba puwede", sabi ko.

 

Nagsulat kaagad ako ng mensahe para sa kanya. Sa wikang ingles ko binanatan para may dating. Baka sakaling madagdagan ng puntos.

 

Laking tuwa ko nang siya'y sumagot. Maikli lang pero ayos na kaysa wala. Binanatan din ako ng matinding ingles. Nagpapakitang gilas din siguro siya. Mahusay siya sa pagbitaw ng wikang ingles at pilipino. Medyo malibog din siya, pero yung rerespetuhin mo.

 

Usap, usap. Tanong dito, sagot dun. May laman ang kanyang mga mungkahi. Hindi sabaw tulad ng iba. Bihira ang ganitong babae, sa aking opinyon.

[FleurDeLune]

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Pagtangi panatilihin sa pamamagitan

Ng mga litrato na magsisilbing alaala

At kailanman hindi ipipikit ang mga mata

Upang ang puso’y hindi kailanman

magiging sawi, bagkus, patatatagin

pa ito ng panahon

Itago mo ako sa bulsa ng iyong

sirang maong na pantalon

At ilapit mo ako hanggang

Sa magtagpo ang ating mga mata

At sa pagbabalik ko, hindi ka na

mapag-iisa

11:11 pm

 

Moonflower

03/06/16

Adaptation from the

Song “Photograph"

[FleurDeLune]

haiku poetry

#internationalwomen'sday

 

(click the image to #PledgeForParity)

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[FleurDeLune]

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Angel’s Passion

To hearken its tune

signifies an enduring

passion

Its melodious beat

reminds one of angel's

vent

And with the thought

of being a perfervid one

albeit a reticent

 

 

Moonflower ‘16

03/15/16

11:15 am

[RED2018]

Confession of a Chronic Heartbreak Lady

 

 

‘Let go of the childlike notion that falling in love means finding someone who will be responsible for your happiness. You need to take responsibility for your own happiness.’

 

This was my friend’s guiding principle in searching for the man of his life. But somehow this led her to everything, but the dream ring. After numerous failed relationships, she had surmised that love indeed is a crap. Or so she thought…

 

Every time she thought she felt it, she would come to me and fondly talk about the man. Her eyes would sparkle and her cheeks would blush with every word she uttered in praise of that man. Then for just a few weeks thereafter, she would giggly declare ‘this is it’ and they would be off to a short period of hibernation. But alas! she would always come back crying and her world was virtually doomed. And the never-ending journey in the search for the promise of living ‘happily ever after’ went on.

 

In retrospect, I would almost always evaluate what could have gone wrong, and always ended up with more questions than answers. There was nothing wrong with her- she’s an epitome of a ‘beauty and brain’ specie. She had an enormous charm that could sweep any guy off their feet, and she’s a woman of substance who could converse intelligently any topic under the sun. But somehow she keeps falling for the wrong men at the wrong time. Every time she shed tears and nursed fears, these would make her sturdier. She would re-discover the world as a rejuvenated person with high hopes as ever, not unlike a pliant bamboo. Yes, she was tenacious and relentless. Then the same thing would happen again, and the vicious cycle continues…

 

Finally, the last straw that broke the camel’s back was an nth affair- a forbidden one. The guy promised (again) the moon and the stars, and she being the gullible hopeless romantic that she was, had mistaken this fire for the pure love and companionship. It turned out that the guy was very much married. But ‘twas too late. The immoral affair bore them a child out of wedlock. This time I cried with her, the pain pierced thru my heart and it was unbearable, as she was close there, yes in my heart…

 

Soon enough, she had given up on love! Her inherent ability to dig up optimism from a well instantly dried up. All of a sudden, she would declare that love is just a crap. And tears once again welled from my eyes, not only because of the pain but also of the hope lost. I told her ‘never say never again,’ and in time everything will be fine. But it just fell on deaf ears. She was devastated. For her, hope is just a waking dream…

 

Her intense distrust serving as a barrier, a formidable self defense, she had formed resolve that won’t let anyone cause her that much misery and that she won’t subject herself to that kind of pain anymore, ever. Thus, when a persistent Romeo came to her life to apparently save her out of the doldrums, and was willing to give her the ring- it was painfully hard. On the day he presented her the one thing that she had ever wanted- a marriage, all she had mustered to tell the guy was: “Kung pakakasalan mo ako dahil naaawa ka lamang sa akin ay ‘wag mo na lamang ituloy at mas mabuting kalimutan mo na lamang ako.”

 

Romeo was tenacious and relentless, just like her before she gave up on love. And as fate would have it, she finally nodded in approval and took him as her husband (after so many years of tribulations). They finally marched together into the aisle, amidst the deafening applause of friends, respective family members, and acquaintances who witnessed the milestone- he was 43, she 39. It wasn’t too late, after all- she gave on love a long time ago, but love would not give up on her. Love after all, in all its crappiness, is for real!!!

 

That Romeo was none other than me and the erstwhile heartbreak lady was my friend, also now my Juliet, my love…We’re living a blissful life for fifteen (15) years now; and have three children, or shall I say four children…