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All it takes are just few steps. My sandals squeak Against the tiled floor, Yes, I am only inches away From my goal!
Until my feeble knees, Like they usually do, Yielded to the ground. Ouch, but I am few inches Away from my goal!
I sob uncontrollably. Then you pick me up And utter your usual words, “You are too young To defy gravity.”
But that was what you told me Yesterday, and the other day; Last week, the previous month, The past year and all the ones that Preceded it (if I remember correctly).
I changed my sandals several times already – From size 3 to 10, and now size 8, Yet everything is still the same - I am still few inches away from my goal And I still hear those exact words.
You know that I never wished To fly, nor did I dream to float On the puffy clouds or reach The twinkling stars in the sky. I only pray for one thing:
That is to conquer those few inches And get to my goal, Like you always do When you stand on your two feet And pick me up when I fall.
This you never knew And probably will never know, For only blank eyes stare at mine Whenever I try to speak, Help me reach my goal.
(noong ika-26 ng Setyembre 2009 sa Marikina Riverbanks)
Halika kaibigan, lumangoy tayo sa
Katubigang pumapalibot sa atin,
Damhin ang lamig ng bawat patak ng
Tubig sa ating balat,
Habang hindi nagpapadala sa
Malakas na ihip ng hangin.
But we knew we always had the connection - From the day our eyes met and We started to see each other at Random places. In school, we walked from Opposite directions, but we somehow managed to Intersect, exactly at the same point, despite The number of people around us, which Supposedly must hinder our chance Meetings. At a fastfood, where we ate With our own friends, we went out at The same time, regardless of Who came first and how long the stay. On our way home, we were standing At the same train station. I knew you came first, For you were there when I already came. I was seated far from where you were Standing and still, I could see you. And I know You could also see me, because for that slip second, Our eyes met again. The doors opened and I knew I had to go, But somehow I looked back, to your direction, Just to know if you cared that I would leave. And yes you did, those pair of eyes Glanced my way for the last time
For I had to turn around and go. But I knew I had nothing to worry about. Next day Would come, and on that same spot in school We would see each other, also in that fastfood And train station. Our eyes would continue to Connect us in these unseemingly circumstances for a few seconds. Yet, this was everything that we should have, brief moments and our eyes
* The concept had kept popping in and out of my brain for a long time already and it was just until recently that I got my hands and mind working on this one. The delay? This was not me. Not really what I used to write about. So I was posting this to have a sense of accomplishment, since I was trying to write the first draft for four days and what I got was only one paragraph. Hmmmm.
He hastily got out of the entangled covers. He frantically searched for his garments – his slacks, polo and loafers, and immediately put them on, without pausing for a breath or two. Then to his bag on the chair beside the bed. He slung the strap on his shoulders and motioned to the door. I was about to get up – never mind if the blanket fell, he had already seen and explored every part of my body anyway, but just when I was about to, he stopped on his tracks, unsnapped the button of his bag and groped for something inside. He took out an envelope or something – I could not really see it clearly – and out of that were bills stacked together, bundled into one pile, as thick as a Valentine romance pocketbook. I thought he would shower me with money, or maybe I thought I was in a movie again, but he just went to the chair beside the bed and simply put the stack on it. That simple. After doing so, he moved fast again, making his way to the door without looking back or a word or two. And I was alone again. I was thinking of putting on some fresh, newly-washed clothes, but I was too tired to get them, let alone stand on my feet. So I lied down again and worked my mind again, feeling that if I concentrated on one thing the feeling of weariness from having my body spent would go away.
* There's a second paragraph following this one, but I am not yet ready to post it. :D
Naaalala ko nang minsang Sabihin mo sa aking walang iwanan, Kaibigan. "Mananatili ako sa iyong tabi Sa lahat ng sandali, Pangako iyan kaibigan." Ngunit katulad ng pagkaputol Ng sanga sa puno Datapwat matibay ang pagkakapit Nito ay siya ring pagkabali ng iyong Pangako ~ Pangakong hanggang ngayon ay Pinanghahawakan ko.
Muffled are the voices roaming around the room Murmurs begin to grow louder Slow beats become faster As these sounds meet and bump one another
But they are nothing
Nothing compared to the only voice that calmed my tumultuous nerves The only voice that soothed my restless sleep The only voice that called forth my long gone laughter The only voice I would follow wherever it might go
The only voice that matters to me the most
As it passed by and made its way it did not hear however my own voice bespeaking it to be with me
Mahaba-habang panahon na rin ang nagdaan Nang una kong ilapat ang aking panitik Sa markadong sulatan Sinubukang mapansin Mula sa libu-libong sulatin Sulat dito, sulat doon, Ngunit ako ay bigo pa rin …
Pagod na ako. Subalit ibig ko pang magsulat. …
Sumulat. …
Sulat. …
Ngunit hindi na kaya. Mabigat na ang pluma Sa mga daliring walang sigla.
Parirala. Salita. Titik. Marahil may maisusulat pa Sa papel na punung-puno na Ng marka.
…
Hapung-hapo na ako.
Marahil wala talaga akong puwang Diyan sa puso mo.
