How can you tell someone I love you back, I love you so much, I love you more and then break up with them for like a month or two?
the endth of may,
come what may?
yay or nay.
hey, stacks of sheets
what can i say
to whom i owe this visit today?
scrubs are white
not blue like bay
where all is different but sure is same.
once was done
then two, third and fourth hath come
i came not to say hay and shame
lame, but i’ll be wanting to say tomorrow yay!
if not annually what happened today, wont happen the next May.
be not next year.
Ayoko sana magsulat ng artikulo tungkol sayo. baka kase ako’y mabuko mo. Matalik na kaibigan pa naman saaki’y turing mo. Ngunit parang mga aktibista itong mga letrang nais maipabatid ang kanilang mga winiwika sa madla, sa mga madlang isa ka.
Hindi ko alam kung kailan eksato nagsimula marahil nga’y matagal na itong nararamdaman ngunit natatabunan ng ibang mga elementong sa ati’y nagliligiran. Pagkakaibigan? Halos magkapatid ang pagtuturingan? Alin man sa mga iyan ay hindi ko alam.
Pinigilan ko. Pinilit ko. Pinilit kong sabihin sa sarili ko na, baka iyan ay inis lang dahil hindi ka niya nalibre ng merienda. Baka iyan ay tampo lang nang sa iyong mensahe siya ay hindi rumisponde? Pero sadyang ang isip koy hindi nagpapaloko sa mga dahilang sing babaw ng pag-asang meron ako saiyo.
( pag naalaman kong pag-ibig man ito… )
Hindi mo man alam ang eksaktong aking nararamdaman. At alam ko rin naman na wala kang pakialam katulad ng pagkakaalam kong hanggang ngayon hindi ako bumibitaw sa pag-asang sana isang araw makita mo naman ako hindi bilang kapatid at kaibigan. Sana.
Gayon pa man, masakit man sa tuwing ika’y nasisinagan na masaya sa mga bagay na ako’y hindi kasama… masaya kasama ang iyong mga barkada… masaya sa piling ng iyong pamilya, masaya…masaya ka sa kaniya. Nakikita ko sa iyong mga mata.
Masakit man, ngunit kahit na ano pa, ako’y nandito lang… hindi mo man maramdaman ay laging nakaantabay.
Hindi man malinaw sa sulat kong ito kung sino ka, at ayoko rin naman malaman ng iba… basta ang aking lang alam, hindi ko man sigurado kung kailan pero mahal na kita, kahapon pa.
I slept with a Manchester Bombing in a concert field News hunting me and Woke up at 4am with another unnerving news about how our Philippine President rush home from Russia to declare Martial Law in Marawi, Mindanao.
I am not yet over about the Manchester tragedy, and I don’t think I will ever be sooner. I mean that place, where the tragedy had happened, supposedly be filled with laughter and happiness and love and everything but a ruthless attack in the end.
Now my prayers and condolences to the families that are affected of this said tragedy. I am so hurting right now imagining parents and or families and friends waiting for a member to come home, expecting someone to come home happily after the supposed to be “one of the best time of their lives”
Why life have to be this cruel. Why do we need to attack each other? Why attack the innocent ones? Why the world has gotten this far? What makes these people do it? Does it fulfills them somehow seeing other people suffer by a tragic scene they were creating? What actually is it to them? WHY. ARE. THEY. DOING. THIS?!
Now my mind is just all over the scene. I don’t know how to make my family safe anymore. I don’t know if I ever go outside the house will I ever be safe? Will I ever get home again without being injured? Will I ever get to come home still without being in a casket? For how long will we just wait till the next bomb is being planted somewhere near our place? I don’t know… and this may sound overreaction to you. But shouldn’t we over react with all this happenings around us?
I know Manchester, in England. Its way far from my home. Way far from my land. Miles and miles from where I am right now. Not even close to this small room I am lying in my bed with my cracky electric fan doing its job while the bulb that my dad had set up to this small and messy room of mine has turned off.
But scrolling through facebook at this very hour give me chills. Seeing the Martial Law thing is being declared, learning that it is happening right now in Marawi, and knowing Marawi is a place that is not just close to home. Not just close to my land but is in my home. In my land. Not that I am Familliar enough about it but I know where is it, And this time its close. So close to where I am right now, so close that Mindanao is even considered as a part of this great land from the east called Philippines. My land. My home.
Now everyone’s talking about the happenings in Marawi how cruel the bandits are for after they fired such a huge number of gunshots and bombs everywhere they started to put some infrastractures including a cathedral, schools, and even prison on fire. And theres no Fire squad to rescue for everyone is so afraid to get out in the open.
The TV connections, even radios were lost. Water and electricity are lost too.
Police are now short in numbers for most of them were already killed.
Some of the Military people are injured.
Families in the area are trying to get in their cars for a search of evacuation places.
So far, Martial Law was declared in Mindanao for 60 days, the President of the Philippines, Rodrigo Duterte said that he will be cruel against the terrorists, that he should be.
Every story now is at lost. We couldn’t find a legit source about the on-time happenings in Marawi but our Prayers goes to the people, in Marawi and the whole Mindanao.
In serious times like this we can only ask for guidance and support through GOD who is the most powerful of us all.
Lets acknowledge the problem and make ourselves aware.
And most importantly, pray for the souls of these people who are creating this havoc.
(Sources: Facebook photo source: Facebook)