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Sa harap ng iyong webcam
Sa PC ko matyaga akong naga-abang
Tamis ng iyong ngiti sana muling masilayan
Higit sa lahat, iyong natatanging kagandahan


Sa umaga, sabik ang puso kong nag-aabang:


"Maga antipara kaya siya?
Ilulugay o itatali ang buhok kaya?
Ngingiti o sisimangot ng madalas ngayon?
Kahit alin, siguradong maganda pa rin sya pagdating ng hapon"


Sana umaga na ulit para makita na ulit kita
Weekend? Sana bumilis ang araw para Lunes na
Sana walang holiday bukas makalawa
Para si ma'am araw-araw kong nakikita


Isipan na sana sa karunungan nalinang
Bakit puso ko ang kinatok mo at nabuksan
Imbes na ako ay sa math natututo
Kung pano makukuha ang iyong "oo" ang sino-solve ko


Araw araw na dalangin ko sa Panginoon:
Na ang napupusuang prinsesa sa harap ng camera
Si ma'am na hinangaan at minamahal ko na
Isang umaga ay maging ganap na aking reyna

お誕生日おめでとう名前がない男の人に

It came again
That particular time of the year
Worth an ice cold beer
Reminiscing the highs
And lots of fears
Met with courage
Confronted with tears
Armed with sheer will
Folded knees in pray’r
Still prayin’ I’d have more
Of the things I look forward and hope for…

The Irony



Upon sensing somebody’s listening, I shut up.
When the coast is clear, I pour my heart out.

-名前がない男の人

Smouldering Visions


I lit the darkness of my soul –
Not with the friendly glow of reality,
But with the consuming fire of what should be…

Writers hold on to tomorrow despite the lack of assurance that they will ever see it

Not everything you write will rock. A lot of them won’t even make sense in fact. It doesn’t matter though. Because the only thing that counts is to embrace the fact that your writing will inevitably suck sometimes and there’s very little you can do except to get on with it and keep on writing.

And because some of a writer’s toil of sweat and blood will suck, he is not immune to heartaches and frustrations. But instead of succumbing to them, he musters his courage and strength to thrive on them and coexist. Sometimes, he gains the upperhand. Sometimes, he makes a cookbook out of hordes upon hordes of heartaches and frustrations and makes them his nourishment.

But a writer’s comfort lies on the thought that he can keep on writing even if what he wrote today sucked. Because tomorrow is a resemblance of hope that what he will write tomorrow will finally make sense.

Tomorrow.

Hope.

Another chance.

That’s the way I approach writing. I just hope I can approach life with the same hope and enthusiasm especially in times when nothing seems to make sense.

Life-giving death



"Like plants, we do not acquire our nourishment solely from the sun and rain, but also in every part of us that dies." - 名前がない男の人

“Let’s fix this”


Consider yourself lucky if you find yourself a leader who will say “let’s fix this” when things go wrong rather than someone who will leave you hanging in the air, waiting for you to spectacularly fail in order to give them legitimate reasons to throw you under the bus.

 

 - 名前がない男の人

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