Pamamaalam

Sa tinagal ng panahon
ika’y aking hinintay
ngayon lamang aking nabatid
ang tunay na lungkot
ukol sa takbo ng lahat.

At habang nakikiramay
ang buwan sa aking pagdadalamhati
aking ninanais na sana’y
huwag na dumating pa ang umaga.

O kay tagal kitang hinintay
at saan ka nga ba naparoroon?

Sa haplos ng hangin na lamang
nadarama ang huling hagkan mo
noong tayo’y magkapiling pa.

Sa tanikala ng lumbay
wala nang pag-asa natitira pa
na ika’y muling babalik.

Kumakaripas ang mga luha at
habang ako’y napupulupot
sa pangungulilang ito
ang buong katauhan ko’y
lalamunin ng kawalan.

Masdan mo, masdan mo
ang ginawa mo sa akin
bakat sa aking mukha
ang sakit ng paghihintay.

Titigan mo ang
aking mga matang ngawit
sa kakaabang sa iyong
di makatotohanang pagdating.
Maging saksi ka
sa ginawa mo sa akin.

At heto na nga
nilunod mo ako
sa lumbay, kawalan at pag-iisa.

Bakit? Bakit?
Bakit mo nagawa ito?
Bakit sa ganitong pagkakataon pa?
Ika’y aking matiyagang hinitay
at sana’y di mo hinayaan ang pagkakataon.

Ngayon
ako ay lilisan na at
hahanapin ang tunay na kaligayahan
na di mo naibigay sa akin.

Paalam.

The Poet and The Artist

These words intertwine
with the blissful carresses of this world’s subtle beauty
to paint the most pulchritudinous imagery
the universe has yet to see.

And as the paint smears the canvas
of the monotonous wheel of life
it changes the direction of the traveler’s destination,
for color has brought him a new perspective.

And so words paint the world
and colors bring life to our emotions;
these are the lives of the artists

it is more than brilliance and vibrancy of colours
it is more than words beyond comprehension
they simply convey the beauty of the world
in a way you would never thought you would see.

©MBBC2012

Simple Me (The Professor-approved Poem)

I’m pretty simple when you get to know me.

I like Maroon 5’s songs.
I like to write.
I like to draw, but not to shade.
I like to play Tetris.
I like to hear other’s stories.
I love to read.
I want my own love story, the “happy ending” might not come soon, but I can wait.
I like chocolate.
I’m kind of cheap.
I like to listen to music and the radio.
I like to speak. And talk.
I like to sit by the window side.
I like the color blue.
I like to sweets.
I like anime.
I like disorganized stuff.
I like organized stuff.
I would like to publish my own book someday.
I like a certain guy in class, but I don’t stand a chance.
I like another boy, but he’s too faraway. I’m too hopeless anyway.
I love my mom.
I adore my brothers.
I’m envious of my sister.
I can’t work out my current story.
I don’t have much, but it’s pretty much what I need.
I’m starting to like photography.
I’m taking an interest in watercolor painting.
I’m looking for someone to lean on.
I secretly dance.
I like watching series and movies.
I’d like to know myself more.
Pretty simple, isn’t it?

It has been long since I have asked a professional to critique my work, but among my recent works, my professor said this was the best, the most original, the most honest of all that I have presented to him. It’s really personal but I hope you enjoyed it as well.

©MBBC2012