Di na Ako Gaya ng Dati

By: Marlon Alves

email: marlonalvesc@yahoo.com.ph

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Di ko lubusang pansin na iba na pala ako

hindi na gaya ng dating ako

maraming tao na ang nakakapuna nito

pero ano ba ang tanging magagawa ko

Una hindi ko choice na maging ganito ako

naglaho nang di inaasahan ang dating ako

kung ako man ay tatanungin mo

mas gusto kong manatili ung dating ako na nakilala mo

Hindi ko lubos maisip na me natatabla na pala ako

sa chat, sa text o kahit sang usapang meron tayo

siguro ay sadyang di lang ako aware na nakakasakit na ako ng tao

peto kung iyon ang napuna niyo salamat sa pagiging totoo

Hanggang san pa ba ang pagtuklas ko sa sarili ko

ilang taong paglalakbay pa ba ang bibilangin ko

hanggang ngaun ang isip ko ay gulong gulo

pero ang tanging masasabi ko sa mga sandaling ito

salamat sa nag iwan at  patuloy na nanatiling nasa tabi ko

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Tula Lang

By: Marlon Alves

email: marlonalvesc@yahoo.com.ph

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Noong una palang kitang nakita

ako sa iyoy tinamaan talaga

ngiti mo pa lang ulam na

sa akin ganda mot porma nangunguna

minsan man akoy makulit

damdamin ko naman ay malupit

kahit magkadang ipit ipit

ang puso mo pa rin ang syang aking bitbit

khit minsan ikay aking inaaway

hindi naman ako pasaway

yun nga lang pag ikaw ay inaaway

pag umiyak ka ay palague tulo ang laway

pero kung sakaling ikaw ay kumaway

sa tulad kong mukang mamaw este pasaway

tiyak ako ngayon ay nangingisay

sa daan tiyak magiging bangkay

ang kulay ko man ay maitim

hindi naman ako sakim

hindi rin dahil sa makulimlim

sadya lamang talagang kulay koy madilim

dahil ngaun ko lang napag tanto

sadyang ganito lamang pala ako

hindi hayop, bagay kundi tao

isang taong lokoloko na pag dating sayo

kayat sana ay tanggapin and damdamin

tulad ng pagtanggap ng iba sa akin

kahit na akoy nakakatakot sa salamin

ikaw naman ay aking tunay na mamahalin

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The Witch

By: Mikejuha
email: getmybox@hotmail.com
fb: getmybox@yahoo.com
blogspot: http://www.michaelsshadesofblue.blogspot.com

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I was ten years old when I had this group of friends, about my age, who were really naughty. During our spare time we would congregate at the front yard of one of these friends’ house. The front yard happens to be facing the road. Whenever we ran out of things to do, we would stone everyone passing by that road: boys, elderly people, vehicle, etc, just to scare them. And when the poor terrified persons would focus their furious eyes towards our direction, we would scamper to hide laughing vigorously at our wickedness.

There was this one old woman who lived in a bamboo hut on the hill nearby the road, opposite this friend's house. The hut used to be a place to smoke and dry copra but the owner did not use it anymore. It measured like four square meters; its thatch was rotting and was dotted with cracks and openings. Inside, a narrow bamboo elevation just enough to lie down could be seen and for which the old woman used as her bed and the whole flooring was the filled ground used to be the hollow for producing fire and smoke. On its surroundings, cacao and coconut trees abounded which made it a cool and dark place even on a noon sun.

The old woman was in her seventies, had a long grey hair and usually wore an old dark patched dress. At her age, she looked healthy and strong although she walked like her body was bent all the time. She did all her chores: cooking, laundry, cleaning the surroundings, and fetching water. She also gathers fire woods and odd fallen coconuts which she used to sell for a living. The only things she personally treasured were that hut, a handful of old dresses, and an arched silky comb which she always slot in on her hair.

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