Help

by  Gretchen Caraballe Aranco 

 Dear happiness,

I was looking for you 

yesterday, I experienced sadness

believe me it's true..

Please come out now

I am not joking

I wanted to make a vow

here I am searching,

Will you appear?

Whole day I've been shouting

Why you didn't hear?

Now my voice is fading..

I am very tired,

I feel shortness of breath

Somebody fired!

An object passed on the sheath.

Oh the bullet,the bullet of the gun

the bullet hits me.

It's not fun, it's no fun

it's me, it's me!

I saw my self lying on the floor

blood scattered on the wall

the clock strikes at four,

I can't press the number call

I passed through my body

I came closer in front of it,

A blood sticks on my-ID

I notice every slow beat.

I shouted for help,

but no one can hear me.

So I used the blood of myself.

In order to help “me”.

The last ink,

HELP...

-written in blood.

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Open Me Tenderly

By: Jayson Patalinghug
email: king_sky92@yahoo.com
FB: jaysoncbucable@aim.com
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Touch me and feel my warmth,
Hold me and hear the beating of my heart
Run your fingers through my soft skin
Rub me gently as you Open me Tenderly.

Remove every clothes that covers me,
The mask that hides all my pains- Tear them.
Slowly stare as you open me Tenderly
And feast on the nakedness of my soul.

Resist the temptation and do not cry
As your eyes laid sight on my dark side
Do not stop, do not fail – Just go and feel
The heat – the pain as you Open me Tenderly.

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Isang Pagsasalaysay ng Karanasan

Ang sulat sa ibaba ni Marlon Alves ay isang malayang uri ng pagsulat ng isang tulang pasalaysay. Hindi ito saklaw ng kumbinsyunal na pamamaraan ng pagsulat ng tula. Dito mas binibigyan ng halaga ang nilalaman kesa straktura ng isang sulatin.


Marlon, salamat sa ibinahagi mong ito. Kasama mo kami sa pagbuo ng makabagong anyo ng literatura. :)
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Dinala ako ng aking mga paa sa di malamang dahilan 402 talaga ang aking kinabibilangan.
sa mundong aking pinasukan ay di pa batid kung paano sisimulan , makibahagi sa mga taong bago sa aking harapan .
Sa mga araw na nagdaan ay may gumuhit na ngiti sa aking kinabukasan, Mga araw na dumaan sa aking alaala ay di malilimutan.
Ang saya na sa kanilay naramdaman , bahagi na lamang ng mga ala alang aking binabalikan.
Ang mga tropa at kaibigang nagpadama sa akin ng buhay na dapat pahalagahan.
Sa mga aral at leksyong aming napagsaluhan, namayani ang pinakamahusay sa bawat larangan.
Sa bawat salitang binitiwan, simpleng banatan at biruan, doon nag sisimula ang pikonan at tampuhan.
Ang mga di paawat na kalokohan nang mga tropang sa likod ang pinagmulan, unti unti ko na lamang nagunita ng hindi ko namamalayan.

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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 Pretenders by Manuel Avenido

            to Rodrigo, the Greatest Pretender

                      He stands like a solid edifice

            and walks with a herd of martyrs;

          From his mouth sprung scentless flowers

             of broken promises and prayers

           Clothed in white and in innocence,

                            his eyes a pool of lust and fire;

                        Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –

                  Thou shan’t fall from thy fragile knees!

                       He lives in a golden mansion

                         and shakes thine hand in the street,

                     offers thou his cup of fortune,

                       drowns thou to thy eternal sleep;

                    Thou art lured by his gracious smile

                      nor the silver coins on his palm;

                         Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –

                    Thou shan’t long for his falsehood bliss!

                        He exudes pure magnificence

                  of beauty and perfect romance;

                        Thou hail him in thine dark altar

                    Through the hour of thy madness

                  Embrace his decorated life

                      A fool thou see in the mirror;

                 Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –

                    Thou shan’t wait for his deathly kiss!

                He moves like a sculptured statue

                   but dances like a flower blown

                      Butterflies so tamed and deceived

                of his poisonous nectar juice;

                  Ladies, thou shall not be swindled

                     for he hath a heart same with yours;

               Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –

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Labyrinth by Manuel Avenido

to Leonila, with Love

  

Thou, like a whirlwind

    heading aimlessly

             blown by the waves of time

I, Master of the Game

   molded thy fate,

      counted thy footsteps,

                  bedecked thee with darkness

With thy honeyed tongue

    of stripes and stars

                                      Nocturnal and restless

               for earthly promises

       I, lulled thee with a path of roses

           to that hazy avenue I escorted

            like veins of a river thou take

        interminable, bewitched

  

         I, lulled thee with the

                                 beacon of tomorrow

    Yet shed fortress of uncertainty

  Dead end is

       but thy prize!

     Amongst many seeds sown

                                          in the bedrocks

                                      Washed off by the rains

   thou crawled in vain

        in the face of this Earth

      Like the hand of time

                   encircling, cyclical

     The alien novena utterances

     sprung from thy turmoil mouth

                                     I, paved thy destination

          of mazes and mysteries

      The never-ending sojourn

         of chasing fortunes

     They deemed thee high

        in a pedestal

but the voice from thy bowels

           has sprung sighs of discontent

  

     Thou swayed amongst

       Those hays – withered!

        To the tempo of that

lazy dusk

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A write-back poem to Robert Frost’s Dust of Snow.

The Crow

to Ricky, for all the wisdom

  

That big tree I fling

to fly with these dark-night wings

I shiver for some snow

and shower it down below.

  

An ice died frozen

never melts nor awakens

I bear this numbness

Hollow! No egg on my nest!

With my red round eyes

I see all the worlds are lies –

muds covered with ice,

so white, grant you with surprise!

Yet a stone so hard

to smash my heart apart

strike of a cottonball

I felt; so soft and small.

  

To be stoned to death

is way better to lose breath –

to gasp for that air

like fire less its flare.

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Stay Still

How do you teach yourself?
To dance not with emotion?
How do you restrain your feet?
Glide with less passion?
Every opposition, how do you oppose?
Every release, how do you decrease?
Every struggle, how do you untie?
Every lock, how do you deny?
Every belief, fear could be the answer?
How do you justify?
A lie?
How do you get dissatisfied?
Every time you move?
Entangled with your groove?
When is the time?
When the end arrives?
Try and try and try?
How and why?

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Into the Light

Into the light lets walk in where skin doesn't need resurfacing, translucent not opaque...
Into the light where we shine with everything, nothing more shinier than nothing...
Into the light might be happiness timelessly maintained...
Into the light we shout endlessly, releasing every decibel of sound our bodies are made of...
Into the light we see each other face to face, no one different from the other...
Into the light where purpose is purpose itself, working to create its own...
Into the light is where One love exists, not here where its gone....
Into the light...

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From A Borrowed Night

By Christian Ray Licen

email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com

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I cannot be as sweet as your smile tonight,

What will be left among the sugar-coated milky stars?

I cannot just speak with your lips drenched in silence;

Words have their reservation too.

I cannot just hold your calloused hands;

They too had built castles from the earth’s mouth.

Do you remember my litany of prayers?

Sort out your soiled clothes,

Do the laundry.

Make the bed-

Tidy the room; they were ripples

to your almost deafening ears.

When the roosters crowed, you were still

in Mango from an inebriated wanderlust.

You were one with the rain of excuses

And came back without a face but only soaked guilt!
Then I dried you back to sanity

There in your room where the clothesline of fiction

is hung with reality. No sun to dry it up.

I soon retired to the bed of oblivion.

After a long day’s toil-

The night was cold; the winds were harsh

And the moon was impaled and cowered by time

Until every second dripped a trickle of bloody tears-

I knew there was ‘us’

Because your dreams conspired mine.

Tonight, looking at your eyes gathering star dusts

There is only you and me

designed by grace

returned back to the universe

by Love and Forever.

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The Mirage

by Christian Ray Licen

email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com

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For the love of poetry

there’s the rain.

Falling,

as my thoughts drip from the blades of the leaves,

impalpable on the sheets

Falling,

like blizzards by the glass panes

Your perfume breaking against the smell of sewage,

Sewage against the lumps of your sweat

forming cusps in my lips.

Falling

below the muted sun

trickling down

the spine of the trunk

between my cavity and your promise.

falling, rough on your skin,

again—

Fizzling.

falling, damp on the blanket

and again—

until every scratch in your back

reminds me of water.

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"Because you left me for that stranger in the mall."

By Christian Ray Licen

email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com

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That gloomy morning

When the stars still align my view

Had I understood of reality.

Yes, I sneaked under your conscience

When you wandered in that bar

I could not imagine the thud against your voice

Which was powerless against the blitz.

How you apologized so quickly

When my words were fire to your ears

You called for the nth time

Just when I pulled my pillow.

I could not be any agreeable to my vindication

That the water in your hands gave in to my rage.

And seeing you left me for that stranger in that mall

I was contained as were the stars drenched in my blanket.

That morning never did any better

Than to wake up to the reality

That I have once lost you to my dreams.

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