Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Wanderer

Damn that airline, service was so slow. Now she was running late!  For the first time in her life, Ann swore.

She stormed through the house and ran all the way to the bedroom. She was fervently praying Allan was still there. But as she flung the door open, the eerie stillness of the room greeted her. Allan was gone. On the side table was a letter with her name on it. Allan's powerful strokes stared back at her, begging her to open it quickly.

Ann - her hands trembling - slowly unfolded the letter ...


My Darling,

You know, I have not been fair to you in some of the things I have said. I'm sorry, please forgive me. I LOVE YOU. My life made me so negative that I stopped believing in everything. I began to think the worst first, always. I lost faith in human beings. Just lost faith. Even in my self.

Then you came and I fell in love with you and I could not believe  that I could actually feel this way. I can't stop thinking of you. You know my habit of tearing up things I write also applies to everything else, I jsut tear, delete or drop things in life just like that and not even look back.  Not a good thing to do.

Now you are there and I still keep thinking that it's not possible that after so much, someone has come who actually loves me. I hope you are following and not over reading like I also do, imagining things that are not there.

I suppose I am really plain dumb. I keep getting negative thoughts and imagining things.

I know that if I lose this love there will never be another chance for me.  I can't let that happen.

I did not sleep well last night. Went for a ride then came back and slept. Got up at around 12 and read your message. It was early when you had sent it. Were you still awake?  So I started thinking  she must have been awake on the computer . See, how negatively I start thinking. 

When I saw that the message you sent was early I immediately thought she did not even sleep she was still at the comp. I am giving you an example of what is ahppening to me, thinking all sorts of things. I don't know why, I have never been like this. You were still on the computer after we finished talking that means you were talking to someone and that means she does not really love me. This is what is happening to my mind. All kinds of scenarios.

I guess this all stems from my loss of faith in everything around me and even though I know that I love you I keep thinking she cannot love me too, that it is not possible for anyone to love me. Like how can anyone love a crackpot, like that.

I feel sad and happy at the same time. One minute believing and the next not believing, that it can't be. It's a dream. A fairytale.

I LOVE YOU ANN!

Love you,
will you love me always,
like I love you,
or will you just disappear like a dream?

Allan


TO BE CONTINUED...






Saturday, August 21, 2010

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

BINTANA

By EVER

Sad trip ang dating ko nung buksan ko ang bintana,marami akong mga bagay na na-aalala,gusto ko na ngang batukan ang sarili ko,kung bakit naisipan ko pang tumingin sa labas ng bintana,ito ang mga iniiwasan ko, ang mga ganitong tema,masyado akong nagiging emosyonal,pakiramdam ko lahat ng mga problema binubulungan ako,lahat ng mga bagay naalala ko.masaya,malungkot,masama at mabuti.. eto ako ngayon,nakatulala at nakatingin sa malayo na wala namang tinatanaw …


BINTANA

Bintana ang lugar kung saan matatanaw
Kung saan naglalakbay ang mga pananaw
Dito rin makikita ang espasyo ng buhay
Mga pangarap na nagtatampisaw

Ibat-ibang uri,ibat-ibang bagay
Lahat may kilos lahat may galaw
Di mo mapapansin malalaking bagay
Kumpara sa maliit mas mararamdaman

Sa aking pag dungaw malungkot ang tanaw
Pagkat ala-ala pumasok sa isipan
Pilitin mang baguhin sa kasiyahan
Di kayang itago ng katotohanan

Ngayon sa pagsara ng dahan dahan
Anino ng hangin ay maiiwan
At bukas, sa muling pagdungaw
Sa bintana. haharapin ang kinabukasan.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Si Ever ng Pamatayhomesick ay isa sa mga magigiting na OFWs. Isa siyang Filipinong bayani sa disyerto ng Farwaniya, Kuwait.Sabi niya " maliban sa pagpipinta,kinagigiliwan ko rin malaman ang tradisyon,lugar at,ang ibat ibang kulturang aking ginagalawan..."

"Aside from painting, I am passionate to learn about the variety of cultures, traditions and the fascinating places around me."

This poem "Window" mused about various thoughts that crossed the mind of the poet as he looked out of the window.  The feelings of regret and realization of the truth made him melancholic.  

I know Ever has more "meaning" in this poem, and I don't think I can capture them in just a few sentences.

Ever is a popular artist, a poet, a writer and a remarkable blogger. He writes for his blog, "Pamatay Homesik" where his posts are well commented on. Insouciant like an impish child, he depicts the happy side of the harsh realities of life abroad. I always had a smile on my lips after reading his wonderful articles about life in the deserts of Kuwait.

He has been a finalist for the PBA (Philippine Blog Awards in Arts and Culture) in 2008 and 2009, for Best Filipiniana Blog.

He is not only a blogging superstar but is also a TV star. He and his artist group ADHIKA were featured in both of the leading National TV stations Channel 2 and Channel 7 in a special show featuring Filipinos abroad.

Ever, thanks for this beautiful poem. Sana marami pang kasunod.






Monday, August 9, 2010

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Sometime... Somewhere...

By Roy Dela Cruz

Sometime… somewhere…
When everything is in its place
Not now
Maybe not even in this lifetime
But sometime… somewhere

Let me savor the pain
Let this heart bleeds as it may
No bitterness
If this is what I have to pass
I welcome it with open arms

Tomorrow’s not too far
Pain will not diminish the desire
Heart endures
As vulnerable as it is
It is stubbornly resilient

Insistent longing kept… withheld
Until comes the right time
Fate prevails
Believe it will happen
Sometime… somewhere…

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Roy
July 27, 2010
12:50 am
Angeles City
Philippines

AS PROMISED, HERE''S THE SECOND POEM OF ROY.  THE POET IS ON THE LOOSE...LOL. THANKS , ROY


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Painting Words


By Roy Dela Cruz

If I were a poet to paint your beauty
You know I will do it with all honesty
Though with paints and brushes I cannot do
I will use words that can only speak true

You are a face so young and so innocent
With a smile to cheer even a weary heart
Glowing eyes that can only be you
And a hair gently bathed by midnight hue

Your hands are soft like that of velvet
A walk like a swan, so graceful and fine
A voice that bespeaks of youth and innocence
And the rare, rare charm of a real lady

But then you know that words are not enough
To paint a picture of your enchanting beauty
Cause yours is a beauty more than words
  could ever speak...

You really are beautiful

--------------------
Roy
March 25, 1990
4:00 am
Angeles City
Philippines


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Roy Dela Cruz is the well-known Struggling Blogger of Philippine Blogging. An awardee of the Emerging Influential Blogs of 2009, Roy has17  active blogs and counting. That's right - 17 blogs - to his name. A creative writer, a poet, an artist (yes, he drew that caricature) and an Uber blogger, Roy's greatest achievement is to be the perfect father and mother to his three children, Ralph Emerson, Edgar Allan and Angel.

Roy, good luck with your future endeavors.


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WATCH OUT FOR HIS SECOND POEM NEXT WEEK.
 
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Friday, July 23, 2010

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