January 2010
12 posts
“We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to...”
– Unknown
Sa Kabundukan ng Mjonir (A ragnarok sob story...
Hindi ko maintindihan kung paano ko nagagawang maghintay. Kung tutuusin, wala talaga akong pasensya pagdating sa mga ganitong bagay. Pero eto ako, nakaupo sa isang maliit ngunit mataas na kubo na matatagpuan sa kabundukan ng Mjonir, maya’t-maya’y tinitignan ang kapaligiran sa pamamagitan ng mga teleskopyong nakasabit, o kung di kaya ay pinagmamasdan ang ilog sa baba na sumasalamin sa...
Bespren...
Mahal kita. Hindi mo ako mahal. Magkaibigan tayo. Lumang istorya na yan. Ilang beses na nangyari sa ibang tao yan. Ilang tao na rin ang nagsulat ng mga kwento tungkol dyan. O eh ano ngayon…eh sa masakit eh!
Ang hirap kaya itago ang nararamdaman mo sa isang taong kilalang-kilala ka. Nakaka-guilty kaya. Feeling ko tuloy araw-araw na lang ako nagsisinungaling sa pinakaimportanteng tao sa buhay ko.
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For Him
Tomorrow when the sun spreads his warm rays of love in this part of the world, I will wear a smile of happiness on my face. As for tonight, I am going to wipe these tears that had been trickling on my cheeks.
I have been crying all the while, half of the time because of utter despair and half of the time because of utter joy.
At this minute my heart is filled with happiness and the moon is my...
Rosas
Rosas…
Tatlong puti at tatlong pula. Di ka na nagbago. Mahal mo pa rin ako.
Nakakatuwa nga eh, simula kasi ng naging tayo, tuwing anniversary natin, di mo nakakalimutang bigyan ako ng bulaklak. Naalala mo ba nung na-late kang dumating dun sa anniversary dinner natin? Tampo nga ako nung una eh, pero nung nalaman ko na na-late ka sa paghagilap ng bulaklak para sakin, nawala agad ang tampo ko.
At...
The Woeful Heart
Sweet is the song of a woeful heart Bitter is it’s tune; Wrapped with a cloak of solitude In the arms of the weeping moon.
Parched are the lips of the woeful heart Weak and ever-pale, And still in no cup shall it drink, No liquid shall it sip.
The crimson eyes of the woeful heart Is filled with bloody tears, Of rage and sorrow and bitterness Collected through the years.
Death is the...
One Rainy Day (An Old Work)
I just stood there. I did not know for how long, but I just stood there. It was only when I felt cold drops of water fall from the clouded sky above me that I recovered from my stunned stance. I did not bother to wipe my cheeks, which were wet long before the rain had started. Instead I lifted my head up hoping the rain would wash the tears on my face. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it...
Elizabeth Bathory
There were no testimony during her trials that the “Blood Countess” Elizabeth Bathory really did bathe on virgins’ blood because she believed it would give her eternal youth. But she became a legend and more famous to the younger generations because of the stories about her doing so…
I decided to write something — a sort of vignette, if you will, of her and what was probably going in her insane...
The Corpse
Endless pain ebbed through my torn flesh. As I breathe my last, anger consumes me. You, who had condemned my soul to the eternal fire, feel the wrath of this dying heart. Hear my curse, you, whose hands are stained with my blood: that this anguished face will forever hunt you, that the stench of my blood will never leave you, that my restless spirit will forever follow you, until your...
Under the Clear Evening Sky
I kiss your sweet lips and sighed, as I held your body close to mine. You called me, and I am now here My love, there is nothing more you should fear. “You looked so beautiful”, I said as I carried you, “No jests, my dear, what I say is true. I am here, my love, and I will leave you never Didn’t I tell you that my love is forever? A promise I had sworn to you many years had past A promise...
