There are times
when I feel people
around me, people
who at times have expressed
admiration and love to me,
hate me—it is as if
entering a pitch dark room,
and despite not believing
in ghosts, fearing
a lost spirit on the mirror.
Tahimik na dahan-dahang binuksan ng 16yrs old na si Ermingard ang pintuan sa kanilang maliit na barung-barong at talaga namang maingat siya sa kaniyang pagpasok upang hindi siya makagawa ng kaluskos at baka kasi magising niya ang kaniyang Tiyahin...
"Kumusta ang Pageant?" Ang bati ng kaniyang Tiyo Kado nang makapasok ng tuluyan si Ermingard.
Balitang hatid ng hangin at laot,
Babalang tangan ng kulog at kidlat
Ang nagbabadyang bangungot.
Sinagot ng dagat ang hamon:
I had found your cradle song
it was sewn right between the stars
where the moon had played a wind harp
in the soft 'thula' of the tides
it lingered upon the moonbeams
reaching far to where it belonged
if I could chase the notes -
if I could chase 'forever' -
then I will never let it go.
Pinuputol ng tula ang sariling usbong
Minsan matutulog, minsan aahon
Iniisip kita sa paraiso ng pag-ibig
Sa pangarap na banig, ng tuwa at sakit
i dive deeper &
deeper into the sea
until the sun above
me becomes flimsy
like a melting snowflake
i exhale air
i inhale water
“No, wait! My star….
A girl with a name known by her people as “princess” almost throw herself to the marble tiles floor, she’s very exhausted now. It’s been a while that she’s running chasing the magical stars! She jump down from an alley to the next, just to capture those things but it seems like it fades away immediately after she reach them.
“This land had cried! It fought but the wind was so strong that it caught it off guard.
She didn’t wish to fall but it seems like her tears help the enemy put this little kingdom turns out to be a devastating flood.”
“I’ve seen the world in a black and white canvass but I never witness this wind before! A wind that walks with no direction nor soul but a wandering ghost of a weak town.”
Sins, the equation of complex mathematics
A cumulative property of revenge
An Infinite unimaginary number
It multiplies itself.
Add to cravings and a lot of factors
But like do others,