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[evhinox]

Mateo, Then Rufus.

Midnight death call and I'm left with no choice but a deadline of my heart that's beating

You took me out of my cage with scattered books on the ground and a cluttered bed, pillows, and a blanket

You tried to hide your pain, but you couldn't resist, and started to become a sprinkling rain in my garden

But soon, we'll discover that I am a shelter to you, and you're my definition of serenity

We rode your bike to go on a lifetime adventure

And that lifetime is only for today

Our itinerary was the whole goddamn world

And countless activities that we'll spend with each other

With a mix of a slow burn feeling and a bit of existential crisis to consider for a day

Riding train, your bike, some random games

Photographs that we cannot be able to look back on, and hold on to

We're creating scenes and memories

That we wouldn't be able to think back and remember

'Cause there is no more future for us to live for, so tell me, how can I fancy this, fancy you?

I'll bring these supercuts in the afterlife

And I won't forget every details of you

'Cause you made me feel on top of the world just by spending this day with you

Rather than to live a long life without witnessing sunshine, your bright smile, jaded by misery

You're a falling fruit that I'm waiting to catch, with an

Unforgettable taste of sweetness – the most rewarding prize everyone could ever have

It's an electric jam and we're having our own slow dance under this flashing neon lights

Whispers to each other's ears, the music's blasting and we can't hear anything but us

You and I can feel each other's pounding hearts – this is our own electric, through the bones, through our souls, we have our own mirrorball

And a music that only us can hear

We're so close together, and we know that this wouldn't last forever

In my mind, and in my heart, you'll live rent-free

Let's find one another in the afterlife, and I hope there really is, and we'll live together, eternally, without having to say goodbye

Who knows that I'll get to touch your lips with mine

Backstage, after we performed a song together

We've only been with each other for less than a day

But it feels like we've known each other since we're little

But oh, we almost did, right?

"...Rufus."

This Mateo kid.

You're home is the safest place right now, you say

How ironic.

Who knew that an apartment with a cool atmosphere

Will turn into blazing orange flames and smokes?

We still have four remaining hours

But we didn't get the chance to cherish it together

We didn't even get to say our final goodbye

We didn't even get to stare at each other's face

I didn't even get to have a final glance in your eyes

We didn't even get the chance to say and express this

sincerest love that we share to our deadliest deadline

We're destined to meet at the finish line of our game

We did so much today cause there will be no more tomorrow

You left out of our safety zone, and now I'm left here all alone

And now I cross the street without an arm to hold me back.

I'll look for you in the afterlife, my Mateo.

A piece of poetry written by me after reading "They Both Die at the End" by Adam Silvera

[bae-cure-use]

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i don't feel like i'm on the wrong vessel

but the intensity to get hold by the same one's indescribable

countless gawking eyes stopping me to do so

asking the heaven when can i see a colorless rainbow

[selahbrielle]

ODD DREAM

It was a vividly odd dream.

Last year, I had a dream— which is about you.

As I was trying to catch my breath in that dream, you were there not glancing at my way. I cried with your remnants. Those old letters, souvenirs, paintings, your smile— you— inside that old tree house of nobody-knows-where.

As your shadow passed by the alley, through my wailings, I called you loudly. However, you did not reveal your face, even in that one light post in front of me. All I heard was, "Don't try to chase me". But, how could I? How can I forget your imprints in my whole body, where you tattooed your stories, your invisible love, yourself selfishly.

Yet, it ended in an instant.

I heard my sobs even when I woke up in the real existence of life. Why was my heart so heavy that I didn't know a dream could affect me that much? I told you about my dream. You said you wouldn't do what I had in my dreams but, you did.

Caught in another wailing together with the rushing waves in front of me. And as I stepped my right foot, the seawater consumed me.

Maybe, it was an odd dream. But, it was no longer a dream because I ended up choosing the latter— of letting it exist— into a nightmare that will hunt you down in the next hundred years.

[trees-are-tres]

Annotated Literary Piece

“Ate”

Pirang taon na kadto na mag-agom sira ¹Mommy tas ¹Daddy pero diri panangad sira nagka-kaigin. Sinubukan man nira na mag-kaigin talaga pero diri sira biniyayaan, sabi man ku ¹doktor sadit sana kuno ana tsansa na makabuo sira sa pamilya kaya na pag-desisyunan nira na amponon si ¹Ate Jodi. Makalipas ang pirang taon sadto ako nag-abot sa buhay ninda ¹Mommy tapos ¹Daddy binaoy pa ngani akong Miracle baby, paglipas ka darwang taon iminundag man si ¹Jayson. Ayos man kaming mga mag-ngud kung tutuuson. Si ¹Ate nasa hayskul na habang kami ni ¹Jayson ay nasa elementarya pa sana.

 Pirmi kong narurungog si ¹Mommy pangala si ¹Ate Jodi na nag rarabong…

“¹Mommy, kaipuhan ko sa bagong phone.” rungog kong sabi ni ¹Ate.

“²Pasensya na ‘nak, oda pa kita pang-bakal sa bago mong phone ta nag-iipon man kami para pang college mo.” sabi man ni ¹Mommy.

“⁶Ako ana gurang, porket palan ampon sana ako diri na ninyo itatao ang mga kaipuwan ko?” Padabog na sabi ni ¹Ate.

“‘Nak buko man sa arog kan, ²out of budget sana talaga kita nguwan tsaka kakabakal ta pa sana ‘kan ku usad na taon.” 

²Halos pirmi-pirmi sirang nag rarabong manungod sa sintabo o atensyon ³pero napundo adto ko na-uda si Jayson. Naulog si ¹Jayson ³sa atop habang nag ngangayamon. Madalas ko man na mapanaginipan si ¹Jayson, sige niya silyak nag-aayat sa tabang. “⁵Ate, diri ngani. Ate, tabang!”

Usad na aldow napag mata akong lang bag-ut pangala napatulala na sana ako. Biglang nag-loog si ¹Ate Jodi sa ²kuwarto. “Grabe napangaturugan ko ¹‘tina.” putol na istorya niya. 

“Ngata, ‘te?”

“Inda ko man ngani. Ika ¹Kristina? Ngata tulala ika san?”

“Nang murumundo man kaya ¹Ate Jodi ko napangaturugan ko.”

“Uno napangaturugan mo?”

“Lingaw ko na man ¹‘te.”

Ku aldow man na adto narungog ko si ¹Ate Jodi pangala si ¹Mommy na ²nag-uusip sa may kusina agko kuno aaminon si ¹Ate ki ¹Mommy pero nganod na kuno pag-kabalik niya sa trabaho tapos pag sira na sana kunong darawa. Kina-ugmaan ay ²pasagin man kuno akong nag galin paiyan sa eskwelahan pero nagbalik man sana ako sa ²baloy.  ⁵Diri ko isi ngata arog kadi a namamatean ko. Kaipuhan kong bantayan si ¹Mommy. Nagkuko ako sa kutsilyo sa ²kusina pagkatapos ay nagtago. Pag-balik ni ¹Mommy sa baloy nabayad niya ako na ruguan kaya ²agad akong dinara sa arani na Ospital, diri ko maisip na lubos su mga nangyari subago.  Si ¹Ate? Oda na si ¹Ate. ¹Inistorya ko kung pauno akong tinangkang pagtatagaon ni ¹Ate ¹parehas ka pagpaslang niya kay ¹Jayson. ⁴Kung nagbago sana iya diri ko iya sinunod ki ¹Jayson.

Conventions (Fiction and Narrative:):  

¹Character

²Setting

³Plot

⁴Theme

⁵Foreshadowing 

⁶Conflict

[munziep]

A Poem of A Poet

I am too fond of melancholy

Drowsy dullness ache my breast

Empty pain pouring in

My heart, my soul, my self feel

Till eternity ends.

Summer blooms in garden of chaos

Hope struck by the silver bow

Plague defeats the golden bone

Of my barren kingdom of creativity

I am no more a Queen

Pale veins, bloodless pages

Naked bottle, tired ink

I am poet of drunk memory.

Muniya Pyne

[bluesandpoetryblog]

Poem 2

You left me once

But I waited for a million times

Agonies that I experienced

Asking are you going to come back?

[theheartthehome]

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[edj17]

Options/Choices

Which is better: to have met somebody,

Spend time with them

Only to one day lose them?

Or, to have never met that somebody,

Sparing you the agony and suffering

Because you knew what both of you will eventually part ways?

It all began with a choice.

In the end, we are the very judges

Who will condemn or redeem ourselves.

[cutecutebibaforever]

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[grashyabella]

Genie in the bottle

Behind those hazel eyes I can see your pain Though your smile is glittering I can feel you’re excruciating

I wish to be that someone Who could kiss all if it goodbye In a blink of an eye All gone in memory adieu

But there’s no shortcut to Elysium for something real is not to be haste It is meant to be savored For us to learn and to live

But I mean nothing to you And I also long for your touch Your eyes are not meant for me I also wish for a genie in a bottle

[blankspaces-and-emptyvessel-blog]

I saw this while browsing through the internet and thought about sharing it. It’s a poem performed about a person letting go and at the same time, moving on. It’s an understatement to say I love it. I absolutely adore it. I also think it’s a good chance to share a Filipino literary piece that I think people would definitely relate to. Here’s a transcript of the poem in which I also I came across with:

(Disclaimer Note: The video and poem are totally not mine.)

Ang Huling Tula na Isusulat Ko para sa ‘Yo Juan Miguel Severo

Pangako ‘yan, at totoo. Hindi ko alam kung magiging ga’no kahaba kung kasya ba sa isang pyesa, ilang pahina, ilang minuto ang itatagal at ihahaba nito kaya posibleng hindi ko agad makabisado.

Pero pangako ‘yan… Ito na, ang huling tula na isusulat ko para sa ‘yo.

Itaga mo ‘to sa bato abutin man ako ng umaga dito hindi ko ipipikit ang mga matang ito. uubusin ko ang lahat ng salita na posibleng tugma ng pangalan mo o ng anumang tawag ko sa’yo, (mahal, sinta, irog, pangga, babe, beh, bae, asawa ko, mine? wifey, bae, kulet, kapal, k*pal, walangya, p*ki, p*king *na ka) ano pa ba? Wala akong pakialam kung abutin ako ng ilang talata dito, pero hindi ko na pwedeng patirahin lang, dito sa loob ko, ang mga salitang ito.

Kaya pangako… Ito na, ang huling tula na isusulat ko para sa ‘yo.

Magsisimula ako sa umpisa, sa kung paanong nginitian mo ako at tinanong kung saan ako nakatira hinidi mo nga pinansin, ang mga agiw sa dingding. Hindi ka nga natinag sa ipis na biglang dumating sa iyong pagbisita. Pero hindi mo rin man lang din tinignan ang mga libro na nasa tabi ng kama ko, natutulog din. At tangi ko noong kapiling.

Magsisimula ako sa umpisa, sa kung paanong niyakap mo ako noong sabihin ko sa’yong, “Mahal Kita…” Sa kung paanong hinalikan mo ako sa noo sabay sabi ng: “Mahalaga ka…” At ako naman ‘tong si tanga, tuwang-tuwa, dahil hindi pa nalilinawan na ayaw ko na maging mahalaga, ayaw ko na maging mahalaga…

Hindi ako antigong salamin na matagal mo nang pag-aari, na tinitignan mo lang para ipaalala sa sarili mo na maganda ka.

Ayaw ko na maging mahalaga.

Hindi ako telepono mong dududukutin lang sa bulsa, kapag kailangan mo ng solusyon sa kawalan mo ng koneksyon, sa mundo mong masyado nang malawak para bigyang atensyon ka pa.

Ayaw ko na maging mahalaga.

Hindi ako kwintas na isusuot mo lang sa piling-piling mga okasyon, kapag mayroong mga sitwasyon na pakiramdam mo ay kulang ka pa. Hindi ako para ibalik sa loob ng isang kahon kapag matutulog ka na sa gabi sa takot na masakal ka sa yakap ko kapag mahimbing ka na. O ibalik sa loob ng kahon at itabi sa sulok ng isang aparador sa takot na manakaw ako ng iba.

Ayaw ko na maging mahalaga..

Ang gusto ko… ay mahalin.

Ang kailangan ko… ay mahalin.

Kailangan ko na mahalin mo ako gaya ng kape mo sa umaga, tanggap ang tamis at pait, kailangan para sa init pero hindi isinasantabi dahil lang nanlamig na.

Kailangan ko na mahalin mo ako gaya ng sarili mong opisina. Kabisado kung para saan ang ano kabisado kung nasaan nakatago ang alin. Kabisado ang mga itinatago kong patalim, silbi, dumi, lihim..

patalim… silbi… dumi… lihim!

Kailangan ko na mahalin mo ako gaya ng unan mo sa gabi. Niyayakap sa ginaw, sinasandalan kahit na mainit, binubulungan ng mga pinakatatago mong panaginip.

Ayaw ko na maging mahalaga…

Ang kailangan ko ay mahalin…

At nagsulat ako noon hanggang sa mahalin mo..

Kaya patawad pero magsusulat ako hanggang sa maubos ko ang lahat ng salita, na posibleng tugma ng pangalan mo.

Patawad. Pero magsusulat ako, para patawarin mo.

Dahil minsan may nakapagsabi sa akin na ang hindi raw marunong magpatawad, ay hindi makapagsusulat.

Kaya mahal sa pagkakataong ito, sa huling pagkakataon na magsusulat ako ng tula para sa ‘yo, gumawa tayo ng kasunduan…

Patatawarin kita, pero patatawarin mo rin ako.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pagtahan, at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo pagluha.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pananahimik, at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo pagsasalita.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pag-alis, at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo pananatili.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko sa ‘yo paglimot, at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo sa akin pagpili, mahal.

Gumawa tayo ng kasunduan: Patatawarin kita, pero patatawarin mo rin ako.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pagbitiw at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo pagkapit.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko paglayo at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo paglapit.

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pagsuko, at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo pagsugal.

At patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pagkamuhi sa ‘yo, at patatawarin kita, sa hindi mo sa akin pagmamahal, mahal.

Gumawa tayo ng kasunduan: Patatawarin kita, pero patatawarin mo rin ako.

Para sa wakas ay matapos ko na itong tula, na masyado nang matagal nang nakatira dito.

At patawad… kung magiging masyadong mahaba, at maraming masyadong boladas.

Pero pangako: huli na ‘to… huli na ‘to… huli na ‘to…

Magsisimula ako uli sa umpisa, sa kung paanong nginitian mo ako at tinanong kung saan ako nakatira…

Magsisimula ako uli sa umpisa, sa kung paanong nginitian mo ako…

Magsisimula ako uli sa umpisa…

Magsisimula ako uli…

Magsisimula ako…

Ito na ang huling tula na isusulat ko para sa ‘yo…

Mali!!!

Ito na ang huling tula na isinulat ko tungkol sa ‘yo…

T**g *na mo! Tapos na ako…

[bilogkid-blog]

Goodbye #literarypiece ✒️📜

[munziep]

It needs litrary interpretation...anyone? #literary #literarypiece #interpretation #otherme #lacaniantheory #mirrorimage #shackles #pain #MuniyaPyne #MunzieWriteUps #munziewriteups

[bluesandpoetryblog]

Poem 4

"How are you?" you asked.

"I'm fine." I said.

But I'm torn inside.

[theheartthehome]

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