tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62907392011-12-15T11:01:16.546+08:00Fiction and Poetry Site of Palainly SpeakingAlainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00396003910541345638noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290739.post-2330055578334518802011-01-22T13:55:00.000+08:002011-01-22T13:55:23.731+08:00

Jaded Jacked Gypped I knew I should have listened to my father I’m glad I eventually did Burned Burned up Burned out I knew I should have listened to my father I’m glad I eventually did Tired Tried Teary-eyed I knew I should have listened to my father I’m glad I eventually did Used Abused Misused I knew I should have listened to my father I’m glad I eventually did - A. L. E. -

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If I could only reach youAnd touch your heartThe reason why I choseThis professionWas to be able to reach youAnd touch your heartAnd yetIt is the very thingThat prohibits meThe ironyIs that I existTo reach youSo I shed off this professionGo to a larger incomeAnd reach youOn my own timeNot because I need toBut because I want toNot because you have toBut because you need itAnd I finally reach

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Nakikita kitaNalulungkot kaGusto kitang lapitanHindi ako kasing tapang ng iniisip moSabihin mo sa akinGusto kitang kausapinMagbidahan, magkwentuhanMaglabas ng anupamanGusto kitang abutinNahihiya akoAyokong maging presumptuousBaka hindi ka matuwaKung kailangan mo ‘kong kausapinSabihin mo langDahil kailangan din kitaSabihin mo langMay oras pa ‘koHabang may oras pa ‘ko - A. L. E. -

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What happensWhen you discoverMy weaknessesWhat happensWhen you realizeI am not strongWhat happensWhen you find outI am only humanI am not your knight in shining armorI am not your saviorI am not perfectWhat happensWhen I can’t answer your questionsWhen I can’t give you what you wantWhen I can only be frustratedAnd cryWhat happensWhen I do not fitThe mask you have put on meWhat happensWhen your

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Had you met The old meI would have taken youBut since you metThe new meI would not take youHad you met The old meI would have taken youAnd messed upYour lifeBut since you metThe new meI’ll spare youThe troubleAnd not take you - A. L. E. -

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hindi dahil nasaktan akohindi na kita mahalaalagaan pa rin kitaat mamahalinnalulungkot lang akodahil hindi mo ‘ko mahal - A. L. E. -

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Naglalakad sa initanDahil nagpapalamig ng uloNaglalakad palayo sa ‘yoNagdadamdam dahil lumalayo ang loob moNagsosoloSa gitna ng maraming taoNagsosoloDahil gusto’y ikaw sa tabi koNagsusulatDahil gusto ika’y kausapKailangang ngumitiDahil ako’y nasasaktan - A. L. E. -

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I want to say hiBut I don’t know what to say after thatI could ask you how you areBut you might think it’s none of my businessI want to say I’d like to meet with youBut I wouldn’t want to intrudeI would like to talk with youBut I really have nothing specific to sayI want to listen to youBut I don’t know if you want to tell me anythingI would like to invite you to dine with meBut that might not be

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The boatmen swiftly paddled the small, wooden boat to a far off clearing well hidden in the jungle. The secret clearing is only enough for the small plane they had left there to take off. The lone pilot sat at the boat, marveling at the skill and precision of every stroke of the boatmen. He could not do anything to help them, for he was out of his element in the water, and any effort he may put

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Love meBut do not tolerate my sinBut do not leave meFor it is then that I need you mostConsole meConfront meCourageouslyBut lovinglyChallenge meAnd help me get through thisAssist meAnd help me upHelp me get out of this mireYou do not want me hereBut neither do ILook past my sinAnd love meDo not expect me to be admirableRather, help me become itWe are equalLove meDo not leave my sideAssist meAnd

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When I saw you againI thought of staying with youI thought of reestablishing tiesI thought of the “good old times”I thought of how much I missed youBut I rememberedHow difficult it was to get rid of youHow difficult it was to get free from youHow difficult it was to get where I am todayHow difficult it was to be free againTo be productiveTo be goodTo be freeI would have been miserable had I

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Wag mo kong pagpayuhanNagkwekwento lang ako sa ‘yoMakinig ka langAt manahimikWag mo kong pagpayuhanHindi naman ako humihingiWag mong pag-isipan kung ano isasagot mo sa ‘kinDahil wala naman akong kailangang sagot sa iyoWag mo kong pagpayuhanSa tingin mo ba mas matalino ka sa akin?Sa tingin mo ba di ko din kayang isipin iyang sinasabi mo?Mas naiintindihan ko sitwasyon koAlam ko naman gagawin

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“Ma, may lasa talaga tubig dito.” “Dati pa naman ‘yan ganyan ha,” sagot ni Inay. “Ano naman kung may lasa sa ‘yo,” sagot ko kay Tutuy. “Nasusuka ako.” “Class ka na ha,” biro ko. “Hindi… nasanay na siguro ako… sa office kasi, purified water nandun, pati sa apartment ko dun.” Galing Maynila kasi si Tutuy, nakababatang kapatid ko. Dun sya nag-college, tapos mga limang taon na sya nagtratrabaho dun

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The first time I saw youI knewYou were the most beautiful girlI have ever seenBut only when I got to know youDid I realizeHow very specialYou actually are - A. L. E. -

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MinsanPag nakikita kaIniiwasan kitaKahit kausap naDi kita matingnanSa iyong mga mataBakaNatatakotO kayaNag-aalalaNa mahalata moNa iniisip kitaNa nakita koSa iyoAng mgaHinahanap koAt kahit nakita koSa iyoDi naman akoMakatinginDahil bakaMakita moSa mga mata koAng nasaLoob koPero ngayong nasabi ko naPipilitin ko naNa kapag kausap kaAy tumingin sa iyong mataDahil baka iyong mahalataNa dahil di ako

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Isarado, ikandadoPinto sa aking kwartoPagbaba, sa aking mukhaLuha walang tilaPagpatak, pagbagsak,Sa lusak ng aking utakPano nagawa itoPanloloko at panggagagoHayaan, pagbigyanMinsan lang namanAt gagaan naramdamanMawawalan din ng ulan - A. L. E. -

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(Published on Mensahe, official publication of Mensa Philippines, January-February 2009 issue, and uploaded in Mensa International's official website)“I am beautiful, am I not?” said the cat as she elegantly pranced as if she was at a runway. “Indeed you are,” the dog replied. “For sure, my gracefulness and charms are what makes my human love me so dearly,” remarked the

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[Written while the jeepney fare was still 5.50]Ang singkwenta sentimos at ang mamang drayber. Bow.Pinababa ba naman ako sa jeep na sinasakyan ko kanina. Sabi sa ‘kin ng drayber kung kulang daw pamasahe ko ‘wag daw akong sumakay ng jeep. E eksaktong limang piso na lang ang pera ko. Pa’no ba naman, nung sumakay ako ng jeep kanina, anim na piso binayad ko, ‘di na ko sinuklian. Ang labo.Sabi ng

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“What in the world were you doing in a casino last night?” she asked me.“Playing,” I responded.“Why in the world would you waste your money on something like that?” she asked again.“I wasn’t playing with my money; I was playing with the house’s money. I’m still up from the last time I played.”“That’s a poor excuse. You weren’t playing with the house’s money the first time you played.”“Well, it’s

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So there I was, driving my car, enjoying a smoke, minding my own business. I opened my window and flicked off my cigarette. Then, my cigarette hit this stupid kid on a bike who then came crashing down. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw him immediately stand up. He seemed ok so I went on driving.I would have had a lawsuit on my hands. Wasn’t my fault he was there though. I didn’t do nothin’

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I am looking for a friendNo, not a girlfriendSomeone to laugh withTo talk withSomeone to sit beside withI am looking for a friendNo, not a girlfriendGod will provide our lifetime partnersBut I still need someone now I can call on toIn my hours of needIn my hours of despairOr even in just hoursWhen nobody is thereI am looking for a friendNo, not adviceA listening ear is enoughA caring heart is

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Have you ever had that feelingThat feeling you just couldn’t containThat feeling that moves inside of youThat feeling that drives you insane?That feeling that makes you eager to see someoneSomeone specific and you knowTo talk with, to be withUrging you to just goThat feeling you just don’t understandLike if it’s real or notOr if you should act upon itOr maybe it should stopThat feeling that’s so

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(Based on the story “The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, as translated from French by Katherine Woods.) I wonder what happened to the Little Prince after that fateful night he left the pilot to go back home. What if… The little prince, his golden curls swaying with each small step, his heart eager to be with his rose again, was finally back in his home planet. He was afraid when

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I dream about you How I make contact with you How I speak with you How we share a laugh How we share a confidence How we share a bond Till our friendship deepens Till we are together more Till you start looking for me Till you start missing me Till you start thinking of me Till you never want to be apart from my side And you realize you love me The way I would love you And you want us to be

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Social worker ako nun. Bagong destino. Dun ko nakilala si Marites. At ang kapatid nyang si Junjun. Pareho silang teen-ager noon. Anak-maralita. Parehong buto’t balat. Nakakaawang tingnan.Ina lamang ang kasama sa bahay dahil ang ama ay nakakulong. Malimit nilang dinadalaw. Lasinggero at basagulero. Di ko alam na doon pala ang problema.Parehong di na makapag-aral ang dalawa dahil kapos, sinisikap

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(Originally published in Freedom! Magazine, March 1997 issue. Minor edits made due to typographical errors in the published version.)Naglalakad siya. Patuloy sa matagal-tagal nang paglalakbay. Huminto siya saglit. Bumuntong-hininga. Nakatingin sa isang bukana.Lumapit siya roon. Lumuhod siya sa tabi ng isang maliit na batis na inaasahan niyang matatagpuan niya roon. Sumilip siya sa batis. At

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No more stories No more words Only you Just you For your love is enough More than enough You can take away everything As long as I have you For you are enough More than enough How I long for How I love Your warm embrace Your surrounding presence The sweetness And tenderness Of your love Certainly You are enough More than enough - A. L. E. -

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When rainbows have faded And the colors are all gone When all your friends have left And the sun has passed on When the balloons have floated away And your skills have withered up When the music has been silenced And the river flow has stopped When there are no more smiles and laughter Nor the ringing of the bells When all around you is darkness And you have nothing else Only then can you

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The bowls are empty They are bone dry The anointing is gone And my hands are chapped I have fallen And slowly drifted away I stare far from my boat I try to get a glimpse of you Here in this arctic climate Surrounded by cold water and ice The freezing wind hits my face And sends chills within my spine I am miserable in my predicament Saddened by the fact That what once was is no longer The

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In my dreams You are mine To hold To feel Your gentle touch Only there Can I hold your hand And you look At me With a smile Such a beautiful smile Which stirs my heart Only there Can I feel your love For me A love Which only exists In my dreams But the time has come For me To wake up - A. L. E. -

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Hands you showed To me Rough As if battered From your toil And sacrifice Of washing clothes For love Your efforts Of service Have suffered Your hands I have touched them I have seen Many hands Whiter Clearer Smoother Cleaner I have never seen Hands More beautiful Than yours - A. L. E. -

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Nakita koNa ang pag-ibig ko sa ‘yoAy suntok sa buwanSubalit pwede ba?Kaya bang abutinBuwan na kay layoSa kalawakang maraming nakapaligidKung maaari ko lang pagsikapanPaghirapang abutinBasta maabot lamangAng pagkalayong buwan sa kalawakanSuntukin itoNang magkatotooAng pag-ibig ko sa ‘yoNa suntok sa buwanNgunit imposible ba talagaAt hindi makakayaKahit anong gawinAy di talaga nakatalagaPwes bakit

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The cold winds have finally come again The coldness that surrounds oneself And as the bear feels the chill once again He is saddened Why must I hold back myself again Why must I be out as the world continues on I failed to comprehend But so did you And everyone else And as I looked at him I was surprised The brute beast Sheds a tear As he enters his cave To his solitary seclusion And who would

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(Published on Mensahe, official publication of Mensa Philippines, January-February 2009 issue, and uploaded in Mensa International's official website)The dayIs almost overThe 23rd hourHas arrivedLooking backWhat have I doneA little of what I’m supposed toForgetting the importantToo much rest, too much laxityAwake since today beganYet asleep when the day brokeAccomplishing what happensI thought

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Walking in the rainWithout protectionThat’s why we're called menFoolish maybeBut men nonethelessOne thing I noticedAbout peopleWalking in the rainThey never take noticeOf their surroundingsWhat’s far aheadWho’s passing by youNot evenIf it’s a friendThe good thing isNot evenIf it’s a foeSome things are just blotted outWhile others are brought outBy the rainBy the falling rainFalling on youProbably

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The seed in your hand Where will it land From the upward release Carried off by the breeze Shall it rise, shall it fall Stepped by or lifted above all Can the wind carry it higher Or shall it fall by the world’s desire If held by gravity Worrying where shall it be Sucked back by the earth To fall to the dirt? Shall you trust the wind Can you even begin Shall it take it to beauty Your eyes do

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Jasmin told me to be wary of the forest. It was a necessity to pass through it to get to the other side of town, but there was a relatively safer path by its side. I was riding on a passenger jeep that day. As our jeep approached the forest, the driver only had me and a well-dressed lady who sat at the opposite seat of me as passengers. As our jeep was entering the forest, thoughts of the stories

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