#OH GILIW KO

[inamerlz]

i miss her so much i'm gonna throw up

[hanrinz]

rosie

ANG AKING SHAWTY OH GILIW KO MISS NA MISS NA KITA HONEY BUNCH SWEETIE PIE ANG SAUCE SA AKING PASTA LODS BABY MUNCH MUNCH WIFEY (GN) POOKS

[zedako]

Sabik nang mahalikan Mayakap ka't masayaw sa ulan Ang mundo'y gagaan Mundo ko'y gagaan

Maligaw man ng landas ay Hahanapin ang kalsada Patungo sa 'yo Ikaw ang daan

Dumilim man ang paligid Ay ikaw pa rin ang ilaw ko Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

Bakit uhaw sa 'yong sayaw? Bakit ikaw? 'Di bibitaw, sa 'yong sa 'yo Laging ikaw Ako'y giniginaw, halika rito Dito ka lang sa tabi ko Mananatiling uhaw, uhaw, uhaw

Hindi na mapakali Puso'y nagmamadaling Lambingin at suyuin ka Oh, aking giliw, ako'y iyo

Kahit pa matalisod, mapagod At bumigay ang tuhod 'Di ako hihinto Ikaw aking dulo

Mawala man ang anino ko Nandito ka, oh, ilaw ko Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

Bakit uhaw sa 'yong sayaw? Bakit ikaw? (Bakit ikaw?) 'Di bibitaw, sa 'yong sa 'yo Laging ikaw Ako'y giniginaw, halika rito Dito ka lang sa tabi ko Mananatiling uhaw, uhaw, uhaw

Nauuhaw, naliligaw, nanliligaw, humihiyaw Nalulunod sa kada taludtod ng pagkatao mo Nakakatulalang tula, bawat bigkas ng labi mo Nauuhaw, sumisigaw

Bakit uhaw sa 'yong sayaw? Bakit ikaw? 'Di bibitaw, sa 'yong sa 'yo Laging ikaw Ako'y giniginaw, halika rito Dito ka lang sa tabi ko Mananatiling uhaw, uhaw, uhaw

[rollo-flamme-nbc]

I'm going to paste this song lyrics from that Filipino song called 'Honey, my love, so sweet'

Bakit ba ako laging ganito? Lagi akong 'di mo pinapansin

Para na lang akong laging sumusunod sa gusto mo

Lagi kitang inaalala kahit 'di mo ako pansin

Honey, my love, so sweet

Kahit ako'y 'di mo pinapansin, hindi ako nagagalit sa 'yo'

Pagkat alam ko na ang iyong damdamin para sa 'kin

Hindi mo lang alam ang aking nadarama 'pag kapiling ka

Honey, my love, so sweet

Kahit sino ka pa basta't mahal kitaLagi na lang akong sumusunod sa 'yo

Mahal kita, at 'yan ay totoo

Honey, my love, so sweet

Kahit ako'y 'di mo pinapansin, hindi ako nagagalit sa 'yo'

Pagkat alam ko na ang iyong damdamin para sa 'kin

Hindi mo lang alam ang aking nadarama 'pag kapiling ka

Honey, my love, so sweet

Kahit sino ka pa basta't mahal kita

Lagi na lang akong sumusunod sa 'yo

Mahal kita, at 'yan ay totoo

Honey, my love, so sweet

Walang ibang mahal kundi ikaw lamang

Sabihin mo sa akin, ako'y mahal mo rin, oh

Oh, giliw ko, ako ay pakinggan mo

Honey, my love, so sweet

Honey, my love, so sweet

Honey, my love, so sweet

nice lyrics, nice tone to them.

[msephryll]

Tangi

Giliw, ilang buwan na ba ang lumipas. Miss na kita. Parang ako'y iyong ginayuma, Pag-ibig para sayo'y tila wagas.

Mahal, ikaw pa rin ang aking tintangi. Ilang taon na rin kitang minahal, Oh gaano naba katagal. Ikaw parin ang pinipili.

Ilang beses nang nasabihang tanga, Puso ko na ang pumili, Ikaw ang tanging tinatangi. Ika'y mahalaga.

Maghihintay ako, Ilang taon pa man 'yan mahal ko. Ikaw lang ang tinatangi, Nitong puso kong sawi.

[rqyup]

the title reminded me of a line in Ligaya by Eraserheads!! OH GILIW KOOOO, GAGAWIN KO ANG LAHAT PATI ANG THESIS M-

— giliw ko (Zayne x F!Reader)

Tags: Non-MC F!Reader x Zayne, Reader isn’t MC, Reader uses/gets addressed w female pronouns (she/her), Spanish colonial AU! Not historically accurate , Zayne, Reader, and Caleb are small children during this (around the ages of 7 to 12), appearances of Zayne and readers' parents, possibly OOC Zayne and Caleb , there are translations (not exactly word by word but I translated it based on what's the most accurate thought behind it, it's italicized beside or after the dialogue) , fluff, children making memories together (kids being kids) , different social classes (note that you and Zayne don't have the same social classes, explains why your family works for him)

A/N: this is my first time writing lnds fanfic so please be kind 🥹. this is the prologue of the main story, there will be a part 2! I haven't written in so long and I haven't written fanfiction for even longer, I'm so sorry for the OOC and the possible errors this fic had, I tried my best to proof read and do some editing and corrections. Any reblogs or form of love is appreciated by me thank you! 💖

Wc: 2.2k words

Dedicated to: @deusfoundry (thank you for being the first person who listened to my idea and supported me throughout its creation, I hope i don't disappoint you 🙇‍♀️)

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Prologue

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Zayne remembers the first time he met you.

He was seven years old when his mother introduced you. His mother had looked around and asked if any child was perhaps his age who could get along with his quiet personality. Luckily, your mother, one of the maids that helped raised him, had you, a child around his age. As a child, you had long hair, bright eyes that shone under the bright morning light, and skin that glowed under the sun’s comfort. You step forward, bowing to him.

“Y/N.” You say, glancing up at him and stretching out a hand to him, waiting for him to accept it. “Ano ang pangngalan mo?” What's your name?

Zayne takes your hand and hovers his lips against yours. His mother’s eyes widened, surprised by her son’s actions. Meanwhile, yours stares in disbelief at his actions, yet no expression of disdain or anger paints their faces.

“Zayne.” He says, his quiet voice slips out of his tongue. “Ang pangngalan ko ay Zayne, binibining Y/N. Natutuwa kita makilala.” I'm Zayne, Miss Y/N. Nice to meet you.

Zayne remembers your bright laughter.

You shake your head at his introduction, remarking about how formal he sounds for a boy around the same age as you. He tries to defend himself, saying that he wanted to make a good impression and yet, you continue to laugh. You look up to your mother and his, remarking about the way he acted and greeted you out loud. Before your mother can scold you about your mouth and behavior, his laughs.

“Ganyan talaga siya, iha.” His mother remarks about her son’s behavior, “Parehas sila ng ama niya.” He's like that, my dear. Acts a lot like his father.

You nodded at their words, but honestly, you couldn't care any less. You look at Zayne, still standing in front of you. Taking his hand in yours , you made a beeline towards the outside. Your small feet pass through their family’s beautiful garden with various flowers, shrubs, and individuals who helped maintain it.

You stop every once in a while to appreciate its beautiful colors and sweet smells. You take a whiff of Jasmines, grab Santans that fell on the ground below, and carry Plumerias in your spare hand, dragging Zayne behind you at all times.

Past the garden, you weave through the grass and onto the vast plantation fields. It was already late in the morning, the plants tower over your small heads as the sun shines down. There were people working on the fields, making sure that the rice being planted can be eventually harvested once the season comes. You pass through them all, making sure to give way to yourself and your new friend (despite the sighs of the workers, mainly from your father and grandfather).

Meanwhile, inside, your mother and his laughs. “Ganyan ba talaga ang anak mo?” Is she always like this? She asks, her voice in disbelief. She glances outside, their silhouettes already gone. Her question was one of pure genuine curiosity rather than offense. Your mother looks up from what she is doing and nods.

“Opo, Señora. Ganyan talaga ang anak ko.” Yes, she's always like that. Your mother answers and proceeds to resume her cleaning. His mother smiles, giving a nod of approval before leaving.

Zayne remembers what the first few days of his life was with you in the picture.

Most days, he was quiet and observant, kept to himself, liked to read and follow his parents, who were doctors in their small town, everywhere. He observes the way they treat patients, going above and beyond to help others in need in their small barrio. He was exposed to various people of various ages and social classes but would watch from afar, making sure he wouldn’t disturb his parents’ work.

But ever since you came…things slowly changed.

He’d still follow his parents around, but everytime you wanted to play and talk to him, he’d drop what he was doing to accompany you. You laugh, talking to him in what little Spanish and mostly Tagalog you knew and he’d listen along. Most days start early with you helping around the house. Your mother and the other maids would give you little tasks to do, like cleaning up and wiping down the tables to keep you entertained for a while until Zayne was awake and spent the whole day together.

However, your most important task was given by Zayne’s mother, days after you two had met and begun to get along.

“Iha,” Dear His mother calls for you and you approach, dusting your skirt the way you saw your mother and women do when she calls for them.

“Opo, Señora?” Yes , Maam? Your high-pitched voice replies.

“Masaya ka rito? Kumusta kayo ng anak ko? Narinig ko sa ina mo na palaging kayo naglalaro at tinuturuan ka rin niya magbasa?” Are you enjoying it here? How are you and Zayne? I heard from your mother that you two play together often and he's been teaching you how to read?

You nod immediately and begin to ramble about the various activities the two of you like to do together, such as him teaching you how to read and write, and in turn, you teach him to play various kids games you knew and help him slowly break out of his quiet exterior. His mother nods along, smiling at your anecdotes. Once you are done, you realize what happened . You look down at the ground, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Lo..lo siento, Señora…” I'm sorry, Maam. You whisper in apology. She waves her hand, dismissing it. You glance up, and a smile returns to your face.

“Natutuwa ako, iha. Saan magpatuloy ito dahil hindi ko pa nakita na palaging ngumiti ang anak ko.” I'm glad to hear that, my dear. I hope it continues because I haven't seen my son smile so frequently. She smiles before dismissing you off. You thank her before running to Zayne’s room upstairs, ready to start a new day with him.

You remember how you two played with each other.

Your hands intertwined as you ran through the fields. He greets workers a pleasant morning before you continue to drag him along. Far away from the fields, you both reach a small clearing. It was mostly flat, with several trees standing tall to shade you both. There you spend your days together, playing and laughing. Zayne would tease you, and in turn, you tease him back. There were days he’d bring books, teaching you how to read and write your names in the dirt. In turn, you teach him how to climb a tree (which didn’t go as planned) and how to play the games you knew until lunch comes around and you both head back home.

After lunch, the house is silent. You and Zayne find your own small space in a large house to simply do one thing: to take an afternoon nap before playing with each other throughout the afternoon until dinner.

That was your routine everyday. Some other days had exceptions, but it felt exciting as you two played and knew more about each other. You knew that Zayne likes stray kittens or any feline in general, and hates carrots, picking at his food whenever there was the sight of it. It was the exact reason why your grandmother, the one who cooks at his family's, always removed carrots from his meals.

Most of all, you know that you are one of his friends—his only friend maybe, but for the ever quiet and observant Zayne, that was enough.

Besides you being Zayne’s friend, your playmate, a boy around your age named Caleb joined along.

You three did everything together despite your different backgrounds and families. It didn't seem to be a problem as you were children , barely the ages of 10, enjoying what it's like to be children.

However, that all came to an end one afternoon.

You three were playing at your usual spot, with Zayne quietly leaning against the tall tree, Caleb lying down against the blades of grass, laughing , and you, standing over both boys with a large grin on your face. You were gloating about how you finally won against Caleb in a game of tag while he groaned in annoyance , grumbling about your loud and obnoxious behavior.

“Ang ingay…” Zayne grumbles teasingly, “Ano ba ka? Isang bata?” You're so loud...what are you? A baby?

You glance up at him. “At ano ka ba?” You retorted, “Isang matandang tao?” And what are you? An old man?

He sighs.

Silence slowly begins to envelope you three as you join them,  sitting down on the grassy fields. The sun had begun to set, showing a various array of different colors. Red bleeds into orange and yellow, with shades of pink appearing to dot the horizon as well. 

“Aalis ako dito.” I'm leaving. Zayne says. You and Caleb pause, glancing up to him. You stared at him in disbelief,  thinking he was kidding. 

“Huh?!” You and Caleb spit out, staring in disbelief of his words. “Bakit?” Why?

“Pupunta ako sa Maynila…at baka naman sa Europa or sa Asya , hindi ko pa alam—para mag-aral ng medisina.” I'm leaving for Manila, and maybe Europe or other parts of Asia, Im not sure yet— but Im leaving to study medicine one day. Zayne answers.

Manila was a large place, the crown jewel of the Philippines and the seat of Spanish colonial authority. It is the place where people go to and, in turn, leave their families behind for a hope of a better life for them.

Manila is the place where dreamers live, where the tall walls and gates in Intramuros block the rich and known from everyone else.

You remember stories about your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, visiting the city of Manila. You remember how your eyes brightened with excitement as you wanted to know more about her beauty.

Manila is a flame, and all the people flock like moths towards it.

And Europe.

It was even bigger than Manila, a whole continent, even. The seats of Imperial powers. The place that only a lucky few that have the right money and privilege can feel her luxurious embrace.

If Manila was like winning one lottery ticket , then going to Europe was like winning the whole casino.

You and Caleb look at each other. Zayne was leaving. You don't know when you'll see him again, or if you'll ever see him either. You kept a bare face, trying not to let the tears from your eyes fall. Caleb got up from the grass and squeezed your hand.

“Talaga?” Your voice says, almost cracking from the shock. “Aalis ka?” Really? You're leaving?

Zayne nods, confirming his fate.

“Kailan ka babalik?” Will you return? Was your next question.

Zayne shrugs his shoulders. “H…hindi ko alam kung kailan…” I don't know when.

You pause. He wasn't sure when he's coming back. You aren't sure if he's even coming back alive in the first place— would he even remember all the times you played together if he leaves? What if he doesn't come back? You sniffle, trying to wipe the invisible tears from your face.

Caleb was quiet. He stares at Zayne as well. He knows that Zayne leaving would break your heart. He gets up and approaches, pulling you and Zayne into a tight hug.

Zayne didn't know if he'll be able to live with your heart broken for a dream beyond the comforts of the province.

And that's when you started to cry.

You sobbed, staining everyone's clothes with snot as you sniffled. You wiped your tears, grumbling a thing or two about the way you're acting. Tears continue to stream down your face as it becomes hard for you to breathe, your throat closing up from all the tears you exhuasted out. Zayne and Caleb noticed your struggle and step away, giving you the needed space to breathe.

No words were exchanged between you three as you held each other and cried until sun down. You helped wipe each other's tears before looking back at the direction of home and begin to walk home, taking slow steps to absorb one of the last moments you three had together before reality stepped in.

You remembered the day Zayne left.

You were helping your mother and the other women clean the house when Zayne approached you, his father standing a bit farther away. He was dressed up nicely, in clothes similar to boys his age and around his social circle. His hair was done as well, his black strands in place.

You dusted your skirt, pressed the wrinkled ends of your blouse and fixed your messy hair. Your hands still had invisible dust stuck onto them, yet you tried to get rid of it.

It was a stark contrast between the both of you.

A reminder that in the end, he was a son of rich doctors from notable families.

And, there was you. Just an ordinary girl, born to ordinary parents , and set out to live an ordinary life.

At least, in the few years that you knew each other, social classes and privilege never mattered.

“Aalis na ako.” I'm leaving. He says, taking your hand in his. He lowers his lips against it, placing a soft kiss. You wipe a tear from your eye with your other hand, trying not to cry. He lets go of your hand, picking something from his pocket before handing it to you.

You tilt your head, staring at the small thing beneath your palms. It was a small flower, its colors faded. Its beautiful White turned into a soft Brown. The sweet smell laced lightly across its small petals. You held the small flower on the palm of your hand and smiled.

“Ang Ganda…” Its beautiful... You whisper in amazement. He nods, smiling as well.

“Bibigyan kita ng maraming magandang bulaklak sa pagbalik ko…” I'll bring you beautiful flowers when I return..

He promises. His father calls for him, making Zayne look away from you and return to his Father. You waved goodbye to each other, seeing them leave the house and close the door behind them.

You glanced down at the flower again, before placing the dried flower inside your pocket, patting it gently before getting back to work.

[kddegzlovesash]

i miss you ash

oh giliw ko

miss na kita

sana di ka galit sa akin

umuwi ka na

love u heheh

[claricia-greatbooks-jcdj]

Pagsusuri sa limang tula ni Huseng Batute

Ang Pamana

Isang araw, ang ina ko'y nakita kong namamanglaw sa pilak ng kanyang buhok na hibla ng katandaan

naglilinis ng marumi't mga lumang kasangkapan,

Nakita kong ang maraming taon noon kahirapan; sa guhit ng kanyang pisnging lumalalim araw-araw nakita kong ang maraming taon noon namamanglaw,

at ang sabi,"itong piano'y sa iyo ko ibibigay,

ang kubertos nating pilak ay kay itang maiwan, mga silya't aparador sa kay titong ibibigay sa ganyan ko hinahati itong ating munting yaman.

Pinilit kong pasayahin ang lunkot ng kanyang mukha tinangka kong magpatawa upang siya ay matuwa. Subalit sa aking mga mata'y may namuong mga luha na hindi ko mapigilan at hindi ko masansala; naisip ko ang ina ko, ang ina kong kaawaawa tila kami'y iiwan na't may yari nang huling nasa

at sa halip na na magalak sa pamanang mapapala sa puso ko'y dumalawa ang malungkot na gunita,

napiyak akong tila isang kaawaawang bata,t

niyakap ko ang ina ko at sa kanya ay winika.

Ang ibig ko sana nanay, kita,y aking pasayahin at huwag ko nang makitangikaw'y malulungkot man din,

O! Ina ko, ano ba ang naisipang pag hatiin

Ang lahat ng kayamanang naiwan mo sa amin? "wala naman"- yaong sagot ko,"baka ako'y tawagin ni Bathala, ang mabuti'y malaman mo ang habilin itong piyano,iyang silya't salamin pamana ko sa inyong bunsong ginigiliw...

"Ngunit Inang," ang sagot ko, "ang lahat ng kasangkapan ang lahat ng yaman dito ay hindi ko kailangan ang ibig ko'y ikaw inang

Hininhiling ko sa Diyos na ang pamana ko'y ikaw.

Aanhin ko ang piyano kapag ikaw ay namatay ni hindi ko matugtug sa tabi ng iyong hukay ang ibig ko'y ikaw inang

at mabuhay ka na lamang inililimos ko sa iba ang lahat ng ating yaman ni hindi ka maaaring mapantayan ng daigdigan ng lahat ng ginto rito pagkat ikaw, Oh! ina ko

Ikaw'y wala pang kapantay.

Pagsusuri:

Ang tulang “Ang Pamana” ay tungkol sa isang anak na nakikita at malalim na napapansin ang unti unting pagtanda ng kaniyang ina. Ang ina niya ay naglilinis nang marumi at lumang gamit, tila hinahanda ang mga ito para ipamana na sa kaniyang mga anak dahil siya’y namamaalam na. Ito ay eksenang mapanakit sa isang anak na kahit pilitin niyang ngumiti ay hindi niya magawa.

Sa kabila niyan ay pinakita at pinaramdam niya sa kaniyang ina na wala siyang kapantay, lalo na ang mga materyal na bagay. Hiniling pa niya sa Diyos na lahat ng pamana ay kaniyang ipagpapalit para makapiling ang kaniyang inang mahal.

Ito ang tulang maantig ang kahit sinong makakabasa o makakarinig, kahit sa tula ay nabanggit na munting yaman lamang ang ipapamana, sa totoong buhay, kahit anong material na bagay ay hindi papantay sa pagmamahal at presensya ng iyong ina, ama o kahit sinoong tumayo bilang magulang mo.

Sa dulo ng tula, ang anak ay nananalangin sa Diyos na ang pamana niya ay ang kanyang ina. Ipinapahayag niya na walang anuman sa mundo ang maaaring kapantay sa halaga ng kanyang ina. Ito ay isang paglalarawan ng malalim na pagmamahal at pag-aalaga ng isang anak sa kanyang ina, na nagpapakita ng kahalagahan ng pamilya at pagmamahal sa kabila ng anumang kalagayan o yaman.

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Kahit Saan

Kung sa mga daang nilalakaran mo,

may puting bulaklak ang nagyukong damo

na nang dumaan ka ay biglang tumungo

tila nahihiyang tumunghay sa iyo. . .

Irog, iya’y ako!

Kung may isang ibong tuwing takipsilim,

nilalapitan ka at titingin-tingin,

kung sa iyong silid masok na magiliw

at ika’y awitan sa gabing malalim. . .

Ako iyan, Giliw!

Kung tumingala ka sa gabing payapa

at sa langit nama’y may ulilang tala

na sinasabugan ikaw sa bintana

ng kanyang malungkot na sinag ng luha

Iya’y ako, Mutya!

Kung ikaw’y magising sa dapit-umaga,

isang paruparo ang iyong nakita

na sa masetas mong didiligin sana

ang pakpak ay wasak at nanlalamig na. . .

Iya’y ako, Sinta!

Kung nagdarasal ka’t sa matang luhaan

ng Kristo’y may isang luhang nakasungaw,

kundi mo mapahid sa panghihinayang

at nalulungkot ka sa kapighatian. . .

Yao’y ako, Hirang!

Ngunit kung ibig mong makita pa ako,

akong totohanang nagmahal sa iyo;

hindi kalayuan, ikaw ay tumungo

sa lumang libinga’t doon, asahan mong. . .

magkikita tayo!

Pagsusuri:

Sa pagkakabasa ko sa una hanggang pangalawang talata, ako ay kinilig at natuwa dahil ang tulang ito ay tila mukha ng inosenteng pag-ibig na nihihiya pa ngunit talagang nais makapiling ang taong inaalayan niya ng tula at pilit-pilit na sinasabing siya ay lagi lamang malapit sa kanya, ang bulaklak natumungo nang siya’y lumapit at ibong sa kanya ay umaawit. Iyan ang dahilan kung bakit napili ko agad ang tulang ito ni Jose Corazon De Jesus para isama sa aking blog.

Ngunit, pagsapit ng mga sumusunod na talata, nagtataka ako dahil gumamit ang makata ng mga linyang “malungkot na sinag ng luha;”” paruparong wasak ang pakpak at nanlalamig na.” Ang tanong sa aking isip habang binabasa ko ang tula ay “Hindi ba ‘to masayang tula tungkol sa pag-ibig?” Hanggang sa matapos ko ang tula. Hindi pala ito masaya, ito  pala ay tungkol sa taong sumakabilang buhay na at gustong wikain sa kaniyang mahal na siya huwag na siyang malumbay dahil ang pagmamahal niya ay hindi natapos, hindi man siya kapiling, lagi siyang nagbabantay at sa dulo, sila’y muling magkikita.

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Ang Magandang Parol

Isang papel itong ginawa ng lolo

may pula, may asul, may buntot sa dulo;

sa tuwing darating ang masayang Pasko

ang parol na ito’y makikita ninyo.

Sa aming bintana doon nakasabit

kung hipan ng hangi’y tatagi-tagilid,

at parang tao ring bago na ang bihis

at sinasalubong ang Paskong malamig.

Kung kami’y tutungo doon sa simbahan

ang parol ang aming siyang tagatanglaw,

at kung gabi namang malabo ang buwan

sa tapat ng parol doon ang laruan.

Kung aking hudyatin tanang kalaguyo,

mga kapwa bata ng pahat kong kuro,

ang aming hudyatan ay mapaghuhulo:

“Sa tapat ng lolo tayo maglalaro.”

Kaya nang mamatay ang lolo kong yaon,

sa bawat paghihip ng amihang simoy,

iyang nakasabit na naiwang parol

nariyan ang diwa noong aming ingkong.

Nasa kanyang kulay ang magandang nasa,

nasa kanyang ilaw ang dakilang diwa,

parang sinasabi ng isang matanda:

“Kung wala man ako’y tanglawan ang bata.”

Pagsusuri:

“Ang Magandang Parol” ni Batute na ata ang paborito kong tulang isinulat niya. Napakaganda ng mensahe nito. Ako ay may ama na nakita ko kung pano naging lolo ng aking mga pamangkin at ako’y isang apo rin. Sa aking nakikita at base sa mensahe ng tula, ang mga lolo ang nagbigay kulay sa ating pagkabata. Lalo na sa mahalagang mga okasyon kagaya ng pasko, ang kanilang prayoridad ay magbigay saya sa kanilang mga apo, kahit gamit lamang ay simpleng bagay, kanilang napagbibigay liwanag.

Ang mga lolo, mula sa simula ng pagiging magulang, hanggang sa kanilang huling hantungan, ang kanilang binuo na kanila ring naiwan ay para sa kinabukasan ng kaniyang mga mahal na apo. Ang mga aral na kaniyang tinuro at mga ginawa niyang ni bahid ng pag-iisip para sa sarili ay wala, sumasalin sa ganda ng isang parol, kahit malamig ang pasko at ito’y napapalad na ng hangin, nanatiling nakakapit at nag niningning.

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Ang Pagbabalik

Babahagya ko nang sa noo’y nahagkan,

Sa mata ko’y luha ang nangag-unahan;

Isang panyong puti ang ikinakaway,

Nang siya’y iwan ko sa tabi ng hagdan:

Sa gayong kalungkot na paghihiwalay,

Mamatay ako, siya’y nalulumbay!

Nang sa tarangkahan, ako’y makabagtas

Pasigaw ang sabing, “Magbalik ka agad!”

Ang sagot ko’y “Oo, hindi magluluwat!”

Nakangiti akong luha’y nalaglag…

At ako’y umalis, tinunton ang landas,

Nabiyak ang puso’t naiwan ang kabiyak; Lubog na ang araw, kalat na ang dilim,

At ang buwan nama’y ibig nang magningning:

Maka orasyon na noong aking datnin,

Ang pinagsadya kong malayang lupain:

Kuwagong nasa kubo’t mga ibong itim,

Ang nagsisalubong sa aking pagdating.

Sa pinto ng naro’ong tahana’y kumatok,

Pinatuloy ako ng magandang loob;

Kumain ng konti, natulog sa lungkot,

Ang puso kong tila ayaw nang tumibok;

Ang kawikaan ko, “Pusong naglalagot,

Mamatay kung ako’y talaga nang kulog!”

Nang kinabukasang magawak ang dilim,

Araw’y namimintanang mata’y nagniningning;

Sinimulan ko na ang dapat kong gawin:

Ako’y nag-araro, naglinang, nagtanim;

Nang magdidisyembre, tanim sa kaingin,

Ay ginapas ko na’t sa irog dadalhin.

At ako’y umuwi, taglay ko ang lahat,

Mga bungang-kahoy, isang sakong bigas;

Bulaklak na damo sa gilid ng landas,

Ay pinupol ko na’t panghandog sa liyag;

Nang ako’y umalis, siya’y umiiyak…

O, marahil ngayon, siya’y magagalak!

At ako’y lumakad, halos lakad takbo,

Sa may dakong ami’y meron pang musiko,

Ang aming tahana’y masayang totoo

At nagkakagulo ang maraming tao…

“Salamat sa Diyos!” ang nabigkas ko,

“Nalalaman nila na darating ako.”

At ako’y tumuloy… pinto ng mabuksan,

Mata’y napapikit sa aking namasdan;

Apat na kandila ang nangagbabantay;

Sa paligid-ligid ng irog kong bangkay;

Mukha nakangiti at nang aking hagkan;

Para pang sinabi “Irog ko, paalam!”

Pagsusuri:

"Ang Pagbabalik" ni Jose Corazon de Jesus ay tula na naglalarawan ng pag-ibig at ang paghihintay sa pagbabalik ng minamahal. Ito ay tunog maikling kwento na nakaayos bilang tula.

Sa istorayang ito, ang persona ay nagbabalik mula sa isang paglalakbay, siya ay puno ng saya at pag-asa na makita muli ang kanyang minamahal. Sa pagbalik niya, siya ay nagsakripisyo ng matindi. Ginawa niya ang lahat para patunayan ang kanyang na pagsinta sa pamamagitan ng mga gawain, tulad ng pag-araro, pagtatanim, at paghahanda ng mga handog para sa kanyang irog.

Nguni, sa huli, ang nagsasalita ay bumabalik sa payapang lugar kung saan nag-aabang ang kanyang irog. Isang trahedya ang sumalubong sa kanya, ang kanyang mimamahal ay wala na. Ang tulang ito  ay nagbibigay halagaha sa pagmamahalan at ang lakas ng pag-asa sa kabila ng paghihintay at paglisan. May kontradisyon din na namagitan sa pag-alis para sa maibigay ang magandang buhay sa iyong minamahal o ang pananatili kapalit ng paghihirap ninyong dalawa.

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Bayan Ko

Ang bayan kong Pilipinas

Lupain ng ginto’t bulaklak

Pag-ibig na sa kanyang palad

Nag-alay ng ganda’t dilag.

At sa kanyang yumi at ganda

Dayuhan ay nahalina

Bayan ko, binihag ka

Nasadlak sa dusa.

Ibon mang may layang lumipad

kulungin mo at umiiyak

Bayan pa kayang sakdal dilag

Ang di magnasang makaalpas!

Pilipinas kong minumutya

Pugad ng luha ko’t dalita

Aking adhika,

Makita kang sakdal laya.

Pagsusuri:

“Ang bayan ko” ay awitin na naririnig ko mula sa aking pagkabata kaya ibinilang ko ang tulang ito sa aking blog. Si Jose Corazon De Jesus ay makata ng pag-ibig ngunit kahit anong tema ang isulat niya, nakukuha ang emosyon na bumubuo sa isang istorya.

Walang kahulugan ang tulang ito noong ako ay bata pa dahil hindi ko naman ito naiintindihan ngunit ngayon, mas naiintindihan ko na kung bakit naisulat ito ni Batute. Ang tulang ito ay matagal nang nabuo at inalay pa sa kalagayan ng Pilipinas noong panahon na tayo ay sinakop ng mga dayuhan ngunit sa sitawasyon ng ating bansa ngayon, ang tulang ito ay angkop pa rin.

Hindi lamang ang kasalukuyang impluwensya ng ibang bansa sa ating pag-iisip sa pamamagitan ng internet kundi ang mga kapwa nating Pilipino ay ang nagkulong at patuloy na nagkukulong din sa atin. Itong kulungang binuo nila ay may mukha ng korapsyon. Hanggang ngayon, pangarap pa rin ang makita na malaya ang Pilipinas. -----------------------------------------------------

Sintesis ng mga tula ni Jose Corazon De Jesus Ang panitikang Pilipino ay pinaunlad na mabuti ni Huseng Batute sa pamamagitan ng pagsusulat ng libo-libong tula at iba pa. Siya ay makata ng iba’t ibang anyo ng pag-ibig, sa isang tao, sa mga magulang, sa bayan at iba pa. Karamihan ng tula niyang nabasa ko ay tungkol pag sumakabilang buhay ng isang tao o sa pag-ibig subalit lahat ng mga naisulat niyang tula ay may malalim na kahulugan, mga aral at minsan ding may katapusan na di mo inaasahan. Isa talaga siya syaman ng Pilipinas, napakahusay ng kanyang mga kasulatan, lahat ay may angkop na salita sa kahit anong tema, emosyon, simbolismo at talagang tumatatak sa mga mambabasa.

[gioelline]

[Verse 1]

Bakit ba ako'y laging ganito?

Lagi akong 'di mo pinapansin

Para na lang akong laging

Sumusunod sa gusto mo

Lagi kitang inaalala

Kahit 'di mo ako pansin

Honey, my love so sweet

[Verse 2]

Kahit ako'y 'di mo pinapansin

Hindi ako nagagalit sa 'yo

Pagka't alam ko na ang iyong

Damdamin para sa 'kin

Hindi mo lang alam ang aking

Nadarama 'pag kapiling ka

Honey, my love so sweet

[Chorus]

Kahit sino ka pa, basta't mahal kita

Lagi na lang akong sumusunod sa 'yo

Mahal kita at 'yan ay totoo

Honey, my love so sweet

Chorus]

Kahit sino ka pa, basta't mahal kita

Lagi na lang akong sumusunod sa 'yo

Mahal kita at 'yan ay totoo

Honey, my love so sweet

[Outro]

Walang ibang mahal kundi ikaw lamang

Sabihin mo sa akin, ako'y mahal mo rin, oh

O giliw ko, ako ay pakinggan mo

Honey, my love so sweet

Honey, my love so sweet

Honey, my love so sweet

[souls-page]

Page 19

Sa lahat ng aking ginagawa at sa pagod na aking nakukuha isang ngiti mo lang at lahat iyon ay parang wala na Oh aking giliw parang awa mo na Sa bawat ngiti at bawat tingin mo parang akoy nawawalan ng hinga di mapigil ang aking paghanga di napapansin lahat ng katabi titig koy saiyo lang nakatingin Irog di pa pwede na ako'y iyong hilingin Ako pa ba ay kaya mong mahalin? kaya pa ba kitang hintayin? aking liyag hangaang saan ba ito? ako'y hanggang saan ba sayo?

Ibibigay ko naman sayo lahat ng iyong gusto Pero lahat ito sayo ay parang wala lang apekto Hindi ba ako sapat saiyo aking mahal? Tayo ba talaga ay tatagal? Aking sinta, Ako pa ba talaga ang iyong mahal? ako lang ba talaga ang iniisip mo? Ako parin ba ay kasama sa iyong mga dasal? Ako pa rin ba sayo?

[welabee]

MANSANAS?

Bilogan at mapula pula

Sadya namang nakakaakit ang iyong ganda

Sobrang bango naman pag iyong sininghot

At sobrang kinis kapag iyong hinakalikan

Dahil sa iyong katas ako ay nauuhaw

Na para bang gusto kong tumingala sa langit na bughaw

Pagnanasa ko sa'yong matamis na katas ay malasap

Paniguradong ito’y malinamnam at masarap

Ninanais kong mahagkan ang iyong kulay rosas na balat

At kagatin ang katawan mong wala namang ugat

Kung ako'y pagbibigyan na ikaw ay matikman

Walang ititira at kakaining buo ang iyong laman

Oh giliw sige na! ako’y iyong pahintulutan

Sapagkat ang uhaw ko'y hindi na maitatago kailan paman

Teka! Teka! Ako'y nalilito at nagtataka. Kulay rosas, malaki, at makatas?

Hindi ko ba nasabi na ang pinag-uusapan natin ay mansanas?

BY: Group 8 (Comedy Poetry)

Villavelez, Paman, Vergel, Magtagad, and Bongcawel

[jsc1989]

Tahanan by Adie (with English Translation)

Sa araw-araw Everyday Tanging ikaw ang It's only you Palagi kong hinahangad I'm always longing for Laging tanaw sa 'yo ang ilaw I always see the light in you, Na nagsisilbi kong liwanag that serves as my guiding light

Labis ang ngiti kapag ika'y kaharap I smile too much when you're in front of me Ramdam ko ang pagmamahal giliw I can feel the love, darling Namumukod-tangi ka at walang katulad You stand out and nothing can compare Ikaw lang ang para sa 'kin You're the only one for me

Sa 'yo lang sa 'yo lang ako uuwi You're the only one, the only one I will come home to Kaya naman So

Dito ka sa piling ko Stay here by my side O dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo The world's spinning slows down Kapag ika'y nariyan When you're near me O aking tahanan My home

Ta ta ta ta ta tahanan Home Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here O aking tahanan My home Latatadatadatadada mmm

Sa bawat sandali Each moment Na tayo ay magkayakap nang mahigpit When we embrace each other tight Taglay mong init ang bumabalot sa 'king Your warmth engulfs my Nilalamig na damdamin Cold feelings

Tayong dalawa'y pinagtagpo We were destined to meet Ng tamang pagkakataon At the right time Hindi maitatanggi It can't be denied Na sa akin ikaw ang tanging that for me, you are the only Tiyak ah certainty

Ikaw lang ikaw lang ang tinatangi (ikaw lamang ang tinatangi ko) You're the only, you're the only one I cherish (You're the only one I cherish) Ikaw lang at ako ang You and I are the only ones Naaaninag (naaaninag) I see Sa gitna ng paraiso na in the middle of a paradise Ating sinimulan we built, O aking tahanan my home

Pinapawi lahat ng iyong mga ngiti Your smiles erase all Negatibo na nakadikit sa 'king labi the negativity glued to my lips Huli ng iyong ngiti ang aking kiliti Your smile caught my tickle Katotohanan na hindi ko maitatanggi A fact that I can't deny Na mahal kita is that I love you, Walang iba no one else Kaya naman So

Dito ka sa piling ko Stay here by my side O dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo The world's spinning slows down Kapag ika'y nariyan When you're near me O aking tahanan My home Ta ta ta ta ta tahanan Home Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka sa piling ko oh (pinapawi lahat ng iyong ngiti negatibo na nakadikit sa 'king labi) Stay here by my side (Your smiles erase all the negativity glued to my lips) Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo (huli ng iyong ngiti ang aking kiliti katotohanan na hindi ko maitatanggi) The world's spinning slows down (Your smile caught my tickle, a fact that I can't deny)

Ta ta ta ta ta tahanan Home Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here Dito ka lang Stay here O aking tahanan mm My home

[dontlookjanrelll]

giliw, 'di mapigil ang bugso ng damdamin ko

mukhang mapapaamin mo, amin mo oh

giliw, nagpapahiwatig na sa 'yo

ang damdamin kong napagtanto na

gusto kita

omooo gondoooooooo pakinggan,

lalo ako napapa gusto sayooo

[crispinkreme]

Okay, random idea for any Trese writers out there. Kasi si @y0shitan ayaw gawan dahil busy pa siya sa baby Tapia niya (tangina mo, admin! Akala ko ba kami favorite mo 😠😠) anyways mga dudes.

Can you imagine being born in another world or maybe a different year, as in yung tipong it would make things impossible for you to meet with the person that you keep meeting sa dreams mo.

You first met him when you were only 8 years old at a flower field where the unusual flowers grows, at first you thought he was an imaginary friend however as you continued to grow older, he grows old with you as well.

“So what do you usually do for fun?” He'd ask ever so casually, he wanted to find you. To see you in person and be able to coddle you in hugs and kisses, you became his beacon of comfort. You made him feel at home with your comforting smiles, soft touches, and lingering kisses that only happens within the world of sleep where at any given moment, he'd lose you again.

When you gave him your answer, he searched high and low for you. Praying to Bathala na payagan siya masulyapan ka even when he was doing something else that day, he would continue to search for you. Only for his dreams to get shattered by what he saw.

Maybe, if you were born in a different world. His heart would shatter to find out that in his world you're merely a fictional character. A character he wasn't even aware of until he started to search.

Perhaps, if you lived in the same world but different eras. It'll tore him apart to see your tombstone. A black and white picture of you was placed near the nitcho, several flowers laid. The words that was written on the lapida almost made him cry out in the open: “I'm still waiting for you, my love. Even in the after life.”

[terastallized]

literally i cant stop thinking about ligaya

[heedeungiiee]

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖 - - - - 𝙇𝙚𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜

Harana was a traditional form of courtship in the Philippines wherein men introduced themselves and/or wooed women by singing underneath her window at night. It was widely practiced in the old Philippines with a set of protocols, a code of conduct and a specific style of music.

*tap*

*tap*

Y/n groaned annoyingly in her sleep as someone was throwing rocks at her window at 2 freaking in the morning! 

*tap*

“Y/N! Y/N!” 

Y/n jumped out of her bed feeling annoyed to whoever woke her up in the middle of her peaceful slumber. 

“To whoever this person is waking me up, he or she must have a better reason or else I will beat the shit out of that person.” Y/n stomped all her way to the window to see who the bastard was.

Lee Heeseung!

“Ethan, what the fuck do you need? It is literally like two in the morning?” Y/n asked angrily. Heeseung knows that sleep is important to y/n. The boy was there standing on her front lawn with a guitar in his hand. 

“I just want to see your pretty face while I am taking my early morning walk.” The boy smiled sweetly at y/n but y/n rolled her eyes at him. Ouch.   

“Whatever, Heeseung.” Y/n scoffed. “I need more sleep,” Y/n was about to close the window when Heeseung waved his hands, signaling her to not do it. y/n noticed and still having a tiny bit of patience for this guy in front of her lawn.

“Okay, the reason why I wanted to disturb your sleep is because of this. The song reminded me of us, even though we are not officially together yet.” Heeseung started to play a few chords, creating the most alluring melody. 

Sa araw-araw

Tanging ikaw ang

Palagi kong hinahangad

Laging tanaw sa 'yo ang ilaw

Na nagsisilbi kong liwanag

Labis ang ngiti kapag ika'y kaharap

Ramdam ko ang pagmamahal giliw

Namumukod-tangi ka at walang katulad

Ikaw lang ang para sa 'kin

Sa 'yo lang sa 'yo lang ako uuwi

Kaya naman

Dito ka sa piling ko

O dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo

Kapag ika'y nariyan

O aking tahanan

Ta ta ta ta ta tahanan

Dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

O aking tahanan

Latatadatadatadada mmm

Sa bawat sandali

Na tayo ay magkayakap nang mahigpit

Taglay mong init ang bumabalot sa 'king

Nilalamig na damdamin

Tayong dalawa'y pinagtagpo

Ng tamang pagkakataon

Hindi maitatanggi

Na sa akin ikaw ang tanging

Tiyak ah

Ikaw lang ikaw lang ang tinatangi (ikaw lamang ang tinatangi ko)

Ikaw lang at ako ang

Naaaninag (naaaninag)

Sa gitna ng paraiso na

Ating sinimulan

O aking tahanan

Pinapawi lahat ng iyong mga ngiti

Negatibo na nakadikit sa 'king labi

Huli ng iyong ngiti ang aking kiliti

Katotohanan na hindi ko maitatanggi

Na mahal kita

Walang iba

Kaya naman

Dito ka sa piling ko

O dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo

Kapag ika'y nariyan

O aking tahanan

Ta ta ta ta ta tahanan

Dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

Dito ka sa piling ko oh (pinapawi lahat ng iyong ngiti negatibo na nakadikit sa 'king labi)

Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo (huli ng iyong ngiti ang aking kiliti katotohanan na hindi ko maitatanggi)

Ta ta ta ta ta tahanan

Dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

Dito ka lang

O aking tahanan mm

When Heeseung finally ended the song, he smiled sweetly to y/n. “Did you like it?” he asked.

“Wait for me there,” y/n said instead of answering his question.

y/n hurried on wearing her slippers and rushed quietly downstairs to meet Heeseung. When she was outside, y/n gave Heeseung a tight yet warm hug. 

“Heeseung, I love it,” Y/n giggled. She always feels grateful and asks the man above what she did in her past life that made her deserve a guy like Heseung to court her for almost a year!

Heeseung blushed because of y/n’s cuteness.

“Heeseung, I think you should stop courting me already,” y/n said with a grin on her face. “I am ready to be your girlfriend.” She grabbed his hands and Heeseung jumped and shouted out for joy because finally, he has the girl of his dreams to be her girlfriend. 

“FINALLLY! Y/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND!” Heeseung shouted. Probably waking up the whole neighborhood.

“L/N, Y/N! Get back inside now!” Y/n’s mom came out of the entrance of the house and scolded her daughter for being lovey dovey with a guy early in the morning.

“I gotta go. Let’s go on a date soon.” Y/n winked and before leaving Heeseung, y/n give him a kiss on the cheek before heading back inside.