"The Last Ink"

Never thought he’s the ONE.

Never expected that his my LIFE.

Never thought Life’s so unfair to condemn me.

Don’t even think that season’s will change.

Is it just?

Obligatory?

Is it a conduct?

Defining the sequence is never easy

So why decode it?

Are you a God?

A mythical creature?

Why give love a name?

Soft brooks,

Hard meadows,

Short gasps

Long cuts,

Desiring heart's ignition,

Future escapades

Hot tempered 

Ill lungs

Colored dreams

White reflection

Black souls

Infinite meaning

Hollow tongues

Brittle tips

Knuckled ear lobes

Sweet lips

Do we need a bed to define it?

Is it fair to justify love beat?

Or break my kiss to abandon it

Love me

Hate me

I am not a fool.

Ang Walong Kasinungalingan ni INA

This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say, "Eat this rice, son, I'm not hungry."

This was Mother's First Lie.
...
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; my heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish son, I don't really like fish."

This was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said, "Go to sleep son, I'm not tired."

This was Mother's Third Lie.

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her... Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love. Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said, "Drink son, I'm not thirsty!"

This was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle, who lived near my house, came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying, "I don't need love."

This was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and got a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough money."

That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son. She said to me, "I'm not used to high living."

That was Mother's Seventh Lie.

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry son, I'm not in pain."

That was Mother's Eighth Lie.

Telling me this eighth lie, she died.

YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

M - O - T - H - E - R

"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of gold,
"E" is for her eyes with love-light shining in them,
"R" means right , and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER"

*I LOVE YOU MUDRA♥

''A real boyfriend''

A REAL BOYFRIEND
Just read this, it will make a difference.

If only everyone could see this and understand it.

When she stares at your mouth
Kiss her

When she pushes you or hits you like a dummy cause she thinks shes stronger than you
Grab her and don't let go

When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough
Kiss her and tell her you love her

When she's quiet
Ask her whats wrong

When she ignores you
Give her your attention

When she pulls away
Pull her back

When you see her at her worst
Tell her she's beautiful

When you see her start crying
Just hold her and don't say a word

When you see her walking
Sneak up and hug her waist from behind

When she's scared
Protect her

When she steals your favorite hoodie
Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night

When she teases you
Tease her back and make her laugh

When she doesn't answer for a long time
reassure her that everything is okay

When she looks at you with doubt
Back yourself up

When she says that she loves you
she really does more than you can understand

When she grabs at your hands
Hold her's and play with her fingers

When she bumps into you;
bump into her back and make her laugh

When she tells you a secret
keep it safe and untold

When she looks at you in your eyes
dont look away until she does

When she says it's over
she still wants you to be hers

When she reposts this bulletin
she wants you to read it

- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything

- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go

- When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her because 10 yrs later she'll remember you

- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her

-Treat her like she's all that matters to you

- Stay up all night with her when she's sick

- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid

- Give her the world.

- Let her wear your clothes

-When she's bored and sad, hang out with her

-Let her know she's important.

- Don't talk about other girls around her

- Kiss her in the pouring rain

- When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is:
"Whose ass am i kicking baby?"

Guys post as: "I'd be this Boyfriend."

Girls post as: "A real boyfriend"

Pinagtaling Mga Puso

My family is the most precious gift I ever had in my entire life. They gave me the inspiration to foretell my dreams and are in my wishes always and forever. God gave them to guide me especially in times of decision and in the most sorrowful times of my life. They always advice me to be a good, descent, lovely, formal and conservative lady in order for me not to have difficult times in choosing my husband in the future. I always have an idle man in life. Ever since I started to mature and have wise decisions, I visualize a man who will make my dreams come true but when I start to realize that no one is perfect and no one is to be called “MR. RIGHT”, I begin to think the simplest asset a man could ever be. As of now, I have standards that I find to most guys, such as simple, intelligent, respectful, hardworking, wise and romantic. I always promise to myself that I will be a good mom, a responsible woman, a lovable wife and a very concern mother. I always want to make things right even though I couldn’t make it perfect. Because I know that there is no such thing as PERFECT but God gave us many chances to make things right. I want to have 2-3 kids, a healthy family, a cheerful husband and full of hopes and aspirations. I do believe in the Sacrament of Marriage, because we Filipinos are family oriented, and grew up on our Christian beliefs and customs. We, have the traditional belief of being attach on our family especially on our parents. Just because of this belief, we don’t consider DIVORCE here in the Philippines. Because we are joined together under the blessings of God and according to the bible, a man can’t destroy a contract under the consecration of God alone. As a young citizen of the Philippines, we must stay on our beliefs especially in marriage. Nowadays, most people are destroying this marriage just because of misunderstandings and problems like financial and emotional aspects. If we love each other, as soon as we can fix everything, we must use our time and fix all the things just to save the family. Children will be so affected and will suffer too much if we can’t.

Quintessence Of Light (Act 3)

so maybe im just blind

or maybe i can't see

well either one is fine

i speak redundantly

its hard to see whats wrong

when you're diving in like me

i used to love relentlessly



don't get me wrong here

i need you in my life

but we're independent people

at the current time

i know that years from now

a day will finally come for us to love perpetually



this is where i draw the line this time

this just has to stop right here

if we can't just learn to live our lives

then we don't have any hope at all



so how can you remember everything?

is there a rulebook for our love

i'm not reading?

if we could just free up the laws

that bind our lives

then we could love

we could love...

Quintessence Of Light (Act 2)

Boy, I've been thinking a lot

about who we could have been

if i was back home just chilling

with you and all my friends



But dear I'm gone

and that's the lousy truth...



For the past 3 years

I swear I've been a better man

than who I've become

I know, I know, I know I let you down

But I've been gone

for too damn long



So shine outward, not inward

You've been a selfish little girl

for the past 3 years

I've been through more than you can know

and God I don't want you to know



What I have been through

cause you just wouldn't understand

you're just a girl with some issues

as bad as it might sound



But you're the girl

who's been driving me mad



So if you go away

right now then I can't guarantee

that I won't break your heart

But if you go and stay then baby

That i will hope and pray

that you would run away

Cause dear breaks my heart

to see you here



Find a new boy, a new life,

a whole new set of friends

Cause all that I'll ever do is break your heart

and dear it breaks my heart

to see you here



Yeah, dear it breaks my heart

to see you here



But just so you know...



I've been thinking a lot of

who we could have been

if i was back home,

just chilling with you and all my friends



But dear, I'm gone

and that's the lousy truth.

Black Blood Written On A Note (Act 1)

Its a plague, this constant weight, it haunts my thoughts when you're away.

And would it be safe for one to say, I made your heart smile at the end of the day?



And what, what was hidden behind your eyes?

Was it love, or pain in disguise?

I know my love never took that away.

I know my love was just a plague.



With everyday I pray you'd say I brought you joy in some way.

But that's not the case, cause I took it away, I turned your joy into pain.

I know my songs were never profound, they were never sincere enough to make your heart sing out.

So where am i wrong, in hoping that I might someday realize where I was all along?



Where I was all along...

Minsan May Isang Puta

Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko
puta daw ako. Nagpapagamit,
binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang
pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa
aming lugar noon. Ang bango-bango ko
daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko nga
alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito
naletse ang kinabukasan ko.

Tara makinig ka muna sa kwento ko,
yosi muna tayo. Alam mo, maraming
lumapit sa akin, nagkagusto, naakit.
Ang hirap pag lahat sa iyo virgin eh.
Tinanggap ko naman silang tao, bakit
kaya nila ako ginago? Masakit
alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na
kase di sila taga rito, siguro
talagang ganoon. Tatlong malilibog
na foreigners ang namyesta sa
katawan ko, na-rape ako.

Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa,
ang pinakahuli ang di ko makaka-
limutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto
ang mga nangyari, hinahanap-hanap
ko siya. Tinulungan nya kasi akong
makalimutan yung mga sadistang Hapon
at Coño.

Kase, ibang-iba ang hagod niya.
Umiikot ang mundo ko sa tuwing
ginagamit niya ako. Ibang klase siya
mag-sorry, lalo pa at kinupkop niya
ako at ang mga naging anak ko.

Parating ang dami naming regalo -
may chocolates, yosi, ano ka! May
datung pa! Nakakabaliw siya, alam
kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero
pagamit naman ako nang pagamit.

Sa kanya namin natutunan mag-inggles,
di lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa!
Hanggang ngayon, sa tuwing mabigat
ang problema ko, siya ang tinatak-
buhan ko. Yun nga lang, lahat ng
bagay may kapalit. Nung kinasama ko
siya, guminhawa buhay namin.
Sosyal na sosyal kami.

Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal
na ako sa kanya. Akala ko tuloy-tuloy
na kaligayahan namin, yun pala unti-
unti niya akong pinapatay. PUTANG
Ina! Sa dami ng lason na sinaksak niya
sa katawan ko, muntik na akong malaspag.

Ang daming nagsabi na ang tanga tanga
ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa tulong ng
mga anak ko, napalayas ko ang animal
pero ang hirap magsimula. Masyado na
kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na
naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na
lubog pa kami sa utang, kulang ata
pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa mga
inutang namin.

Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda
ang buhay namin. Ayun, mga nasa
Japan, Hong Kong, Saudi ang mga
anak ko. Yung iba nag-US, Europe.
Yung iba ayaw umalis sa akin. Halos
lahat, wala naman silbi, masaya daw
sa piling ko, maski amoy usok ako.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap
na tulungan ang kalagayan namin, siya
din ang dami ng mga anak ko na
namamantala sa kabuhayan at kayamana
na itinatabi ko para sa punyetang
kinabukasan naming lahat. Dumating ang
panahon na di na kami halos makaahon
sa hirap ng buhay. Napakahirap dahil
nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at sarap.

Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga
anak ko, ang tuluyang sisira sa akin.
Napakasakit tanggapin na malinlang.
Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging
kasama sa buhay sa mga ahas na
ipinakilala ng mga anak ko Hindi pala.
Ang tang@ ko talaga. Binugaw ako ng
sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta
at pansamantalang ginhawa na nais
nilang matamasa.

Wala na akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang
pagmamahal ko sa aking mga anak. Wala
akong ibang yaman kundi ganda ko.
Pinagamit ko na lang ng pinagamit ang
sarili ko, basta maginhawa lang ang
mga anak ko.

Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapitbahay ko.
May nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naaawa.
put@ na kase ang isang magandang tulad
ko.

Alam mo, gusto ko na sanang tumigil sa
pagpuputa kaso ang laki talaga ng
letseng utang ko eh. Palaki pa ng
palaki. Kulang na kulang. Paano na lang
ang mga anak ko naiwan sa aking
punyetang puder? Baka di na ako balikan
o bisitahin ng mga nag-abroad kong mga
anak. Hindi na importante kung laspagin
man ang ganda ko, madama ko lang ang
pagmamahal ng mga anak ko. Malaman
nila na gagawin ko ang lahat para sa
kanila.

Sa tuwing titingin ako sa salamin,
alam ko maganda pa rin ako. Meron pa
din ang bilib sa akin. Napapag usapan
pa din. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mukha
ko sa salamin, nakikita ko ang mga
anak ko. Tutulo na lang ang mga luha ko
ng di ko namamalayan. Ang gagaling nga
ng mga anak ko, namamayagpag kahit saan
sila pumunta. Mahusay sa kahit anong
gawin. Tama man o mali. Proud ako sa
kanila. Kaso sila, kabaligtaran ang
nararamdaman para sa akin.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko, iilan lang ang
may malasakit sa akin. May malasakit
man, nahihilaw. Ni di nga ako kiniki-
lalang ina. Halos lahat sila galit sa
isa't isa. Walang gusto magtulungan,
naghihilahan pa. Ang dami ko ng pasakit
na tiniis pero walang sasakit pa nung
sarili kong mga anak ang nagbugaw sa
akin. Kinapital ang laspag na ganda ko.
Masyado silang nasanay sa sarap ng
buhay. Minsan sa pagtingin ko sa salamin,
ni hindi ko na nga kilala sarili ko.

Dadating na naman ang pasko, sana
maalala naman ako ng mga anak ko.
Isang buwan pa, magbabagong taon na.
Natatakot ako sa taong darating.
Ngayon pa lang usap usapan na ang
susunod na pagbubugaw ng ilan sa mga
anak ko. Sana may magtanggol naman
sa akin, ipaglaban naman nila ako.
Gusto kong isigaw:

"INA NINYO AKO! MAHALIN NYO NAMAN AKO!"

Sige, dumadrama na ako. Masisira na
ang make up ko nito eh. Salamat ha,
pinakinggan mo ako. Ay sorry, di ko
nasabi pangalan ko.

Pilipinas nga pala.

\m/ ^_^ \m/

Less a few days; A grown Up!

Ano ang hanap ng isang nagdadalagang tulad ko?
Ano ang hiling niya?
Ano ba ang natatanging nais ko?
Ano ang mahalaga sakin?

Marahil isa lang talaga ang pinaka importante sa buhay ko ngaun
Ang makita ang mga minamahal ko na nasa maayos na kalagayan at estado
Makapagtapos ng kolehiyo at makapagtrabaho't magkanegosyo
Pero paano ko magagawa ito kung laging nasa isip ko'y MAHIRAP!?

Pangarap ko makasungkit ng bituin
Makakuha ng mataas na posisyon
Makapagpatayo ng mga gusali't mga lupa
At makapagbuo ng mga pangarap sa bagong pamilya

Napakahirap tuparin kung walang sagana
Puro tiis ang danas, pawis at luha
Masakit isipin na di ka makakapagapos dahil kapos at gipit
Pero mas masakit kung nawalan ka ng oportunidad dahil di mo kinayang maging malakas para sa mga pangarap

Ang SAKIT at HIRAP ay nasa isip lang nga tao
Di totoong may hirap at sakit
Dahil dinadanas lang ito ng ating kalamnan
Ngunit di kelanman sa laman

Karunungan ang kapital
Patiyatiyaga ang kapit
Patitiis ang kalakasan
At dasal ang kailangan

Diseotso na sa quatro
Dalaga na si Isang
Matanda na para isipin ang mali sa tama
At napakisig para suungin ang dagok ng buhay

Marami pang kakaining bigas
Marami pang lubak ang tatahakin
Sapat lang ang kaalaman
Pursigido't malakas para tawarin ang butas ng karayom

Isang hiling..


~LAKAS AT TIBAY NG DAMDAMIN:)

The apathetic majority.

Ninety out of every hundred women bury their minds alive. They do not live, they merely exist. After girlhood, with its fun and laughter and lightheartedness, they settle down into a sort of mental apathy, and satisfy themselves, as best they can, with superficialities —dress, for instance. There are thousands of women who live for dress. Without it the world for them would be an empty, barren place. Dress fills their thoughts, is dearer to them than their children; yes, even dearer than their pet dogs! What could heaven itself offer to such a woman? She would be miserable where there were no shops, no chiffons. The shining raiment of the spiritual world would not attract her, for she could not differentiate her own from that of others. And when beauty goes, and the prime of life with its capacity for enjoyment is long over, what remains to her? Nothing but deadly dulness, the miserable apathy that seizes on the mind neglected.

Three Months

You are my guardian angel
I am your princess
You are mine
And I am yours forever
Since the day we first kissed
I will do whatever I can to make you happy
And let you know my love for you is true
It has been a month now,
You told me you love me and you wanna be mine
So I told you how I feel, I told you I love you back
One month,
We are still happy and enjoying life together
Let us keep holding on tighter
And never ever let go
I am yours forever
No matter what it takes
We will take all trials together
We will face all the ups and downs, laughters & griefs
Hand in hand
I will admire you always
I will stay with you through band and good times
So do not ever fear about losing your princess
Trust me when I say "iloveyou"
because I mean it from the bottom of my heart
I will never leave you zee,
Until you ask me to.
I love you so much..
Happy monthsary..~~,)

''Sweetly Rotten''

As I stare at the eyes of nothingness, I shiver...
As I hear the voice of silence, I quiver...
I held my own hands- their roughest.
I saw my own face- at its ugliest.
I tended my own heart- at its worst.
I coaxed my own lips- as for the right words it
failed to search.
And when life dawns to me again,
As after every moonlight, it always had,
All throughout its bright existence
I'll wonder sadly:
Will I ever find ONE life
Who'd be meant to shout that I'm sweetly ripe,
Even when I indeed am rotten?

''PINK PRISON''

I always thought
of you seeing from another dimension
when space and earth
have wanted the day to satnd still
when every second counted
for every gentle creature that has lost a soul...
lost once, lost for all eternity
You and I
in a den of a lion's heart
swimming in a pool of fools
meeting, merging
transcending all models of being
becoming no one and everyone
and in thick enveloping folds of purple
though I dream and sleep
I closely watched...
it was beautiful
and it was the end.

HER BEAUTY REPOSING

the dusk breaks her barren face
taunting for one more evening,
one more void of no colors,
in a smoky black night
that treads into the crust of
her belly,
swaying into the edges of her skin
a garland
that chases her heart
the urge of vengeance
she weeps inside heer womb
aflamed in the grace
of etched scars in her arms
hapless in her kindred spirit
she summons her soul
to ressurect in unstained
imperfection,
flowering in her silence.
and someone can die
this very moment
for her beauty spanned in the dark