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Kung babatiin ko siya ng Happy Fathers’ Day ay malamang tatanungin niya ako kung bakit ngayon lang. Yan ang nasa utak ko kaya naman sa tuwing haharap ako sa puntod niya ay hindi ko siya magawang batiin kahit sa isip lang. Pero bakit nga ba ngayon lang? Bakit hindi noong mga panahon na gumigising siya ng madaling araw para ihanda ang mga kakailanganin ko sa eskwela, noong mga panahon na halos makuba siya sa paghahanapbuhay maibigay lang ang mga pangangailangan ko, noong mga panahong iniligtas niya ako mula sa galit ni Nanay, noong mga panahong inaaliw niya ako sa mga kwento niya, noong panahon na nabubuhay pa siya? Malalaman mo lang ang halaga ng isang tao sa oras na mawala siya sa’yo. Pinaniniwalaan yan ng marami subalit hindi ako. Alam ko ang halaga niya sa akin. Isang bagay lang ang hindi sumagi sa mura kong isipan noon at iyon ang katotohanan na kahit anong oras ay maari siyang agawin ng kamtayan. Hindi ko pala hawak ang pagkakataon. Biglaan ang naging pagpanaw

I made this Friendster comment for a...friend Let me begin by saying once upon a time When yours truly lives without passion for rhyme In a land of thousand dreamers of warm sunshine There lived a girl so gorgeous and fine Each and everytime I see her walk into the room In her steps I can picture flowers as they bloom Quite more magnificent than the stars and the moon She’s the promise of darkness that dawn is breaking soon Surrounded by haters but still she’s loved the most A flawless art of dethorning the rose She’s the inspiration behind the poems poets composed Poets drown in love and so called bliss overdose How she touched lives is still a mystery unrevealed The only thing known is she got vain hearts filled Just a spark of her smile could be the only one you’ll need To break away from sadness and pro’ly get by with Her charm can meld adamant hearts like butter One minute you’re mesmerized, next minute you’re falling further Sitting with a childish g

According to the book I just read, a writer don’t really need an inspiration to compose. I exclaimed, “Ha! That’s so not me!” I’m a writer (I think) and behind every piece that I write lies an inspiration. I love writing, especially poetry. Though I’m not really that good, I still love that hobby and yes, I’m just a hobbyist not a pro. There’s just something about poetry writing that makes me feel complete. At first it was just an outlet but after documenting 500+ poems, I won’t mind saying that poetry writing has been a passion for me but of course, an inspiration is a must-have. Well, that lead me to this story: Lately, that passion I gabbed about faded. I don’t know, maybe because of this bitterness I had for this girl who has been (and still) special but eventually a possible happy ending slipped away. To make it simple, the freak fell in love and got hurt (again). I stared away from my stationeries the same manner I looked away from, ehem, love.