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Isang bugso ng mga tula-tulaan!

Senorita

Mabuti pa ang pinya
May isandaang matang bulag
May pisnging di nababahiran ng luha
Maligayang nakaupo sa tronong luntian

Mabuti pa ang saging
May pusong di nasasaktan
Mabuti pang kainin at mamatay
Na nalalamang ako ang pinili
Mula sa isang piling

Kaysa maging taong
Tumatangis ng sanlibong luha
At may pusong puro sakit ang hatid
Kaysa makita ka't malaman
Na ang mundo'y walang tamis
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Mum

Stories
Only I understand
The pen shall translate
What the mouth
Can't
articulate
What the ears
Won't
accept
What the mind
Doesn't
comprehend

Stories
Of a hundred sunsets,
Of a million stars,
Of fireworks,
Of flowers,
Of friends,
Of lovers
Shall never touch the air,
Shall burn in dormancy
But shall never be
Forgotten.

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Stare

Where does your gaze wander?
behind bars and closed doors
through walls
beyond the bluest mountains
to places light cannot pierce

But are you sure
that roses are really red?
that violets are truly blue?
Are you sure
that words are not merely
illusions?

Do you really see
what is there
Or do you just
stare
and assume that
the visions are real?

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The Dirty Little Yellow Ball

clutched tightly in my hand
blackened by repeated abuse
the ball I was tasked to launder
smiled expectantly

diligently
I scrubbed it till it gleamed
carefully
I bathed it till it screamed
I washed it till it smelled of you

so that when I go and return
where I buried all memory of you
I shall laugh triumphantly
and give you back the ball
not anymore dirty and gray
but as bright and yellow as the sun

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Freeze

mind numbed
by the streaming
flow of ideas
hands and lips
disabled
purple
adrenalin caged
no strength left

when the sun
has been locked out
all will wither
all will be still

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Dyip sa Ilalim ng Buwan

Pula at pilak
Humaharurot
Walang pakundangan
Mga pasaherong
Samu't sari ang
Pinanggalingan
Iisa lang ang
Pupuntahan
Mga butong
Pnalambot ng pagod
Balat na pinakintab ng pawis
Mga mukhang
Walang lugar
Para sa ngiti
Ang pula at pilak
Humaharurot pa rin

Ang buwan ay di bilog
Subalit sinlaki ng
Tatlongkapat ng limampisong
barya

Pula at pilak
Rumaragasng
Parang haring galit
Tsuper na ginigising
Ng antok
"Huling biyahe na ito
Uuwi na rin ako"

Pula at pilak
Napag-isa ang kulay
Nalagyan ng tunog
Gumulong...bumulusok
Sa maitim na ilog
Mga pasaherong
Samu't sari ang
Pinanggalingan
Isa lang ang
Pinuntahan
Mga butong
Binali ng malas
Balat na
Pininturahan ng dugo
Mga mukhang
Walang bakas
Ng buhay
Ang pula at pilak
Gumarahe na.

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Chubibo

the Wheel
starts to turn
hold on to
the steel Bar
don't look down
hang on to
your Life
brace yourself
for you might never
know when
the Wheel starts
to turn
against you.

Ako ay nagbalik

Sort of.

Nagkaletse-letse ang buhay ko. Malapit nang ma-jeopardize ang aking posisyon sa AnthroSoc. Tang Orange na acads, bumubulusok pa rin. Di na ako nakakapag-train sa Laya. Halos di na ako nakakapasok sa CCP. Hindi na ako umuuwi ng before 7. Ang application namin sa Tomo-Kai muntik na at malapit nang i-nullify.

At si GMA, kung anu-ano na naman ang pinagsasasabi nung Lunes.

Wala na akong pera.