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it has been a while since i last posted a personal note here... i have been trying to get a job while it is still summer, and so far no one has bitten on my lure... since today is so hot, i opted to stay in and get a lot more writing... however, there has been some technical difficulties with regards to writing... hindi ako marunong mag-kwento sa tagalog... if there is someone out there who could help me with regards to my problem, your help is deeply appreciated...

Part 10: Home

Balete

the old people say

that it served as a doorway

into the supernatural,

to others it served as

a secret meeting place, a spot

for trysts,

but for me, in the heart

of the metro, it serves

as a make-shift shelter,

a home against time.

Part 9: Caress

Nature’s Way

Amidst the waving blossoms

and blooming branches,

you stood erect, watching

the sun set, the orange rays

danced on the mountain

tops, as did the wisp of clouds.

You smiled then, unseen by all

but me and the retreating sun,

a smile that had caught my heart.

Part 8: Peace

Serenity

Standing on a corner

on a busy street in Mandaluyong,

I saw in the beauty salon

amidst the flurry

of manicures and pedicures,

of foot spas and scrubs,

of hair cuts and treatments,

a woman sleeping on the couch.

Part 7: Feelings

Touch

As the trees waved

goodbye, we kissed,

and promised to be

with each other until

the end of time.

Brown leaves

turned green, the very air

I breathe filled me

with ecstasy and anticipation.

My fingers itched

to be closer to yours,

and as the days flew by

on their dark horses

and things began to blur

together, I wondered

to touch you again.

Part 6: Fringe

Margin

she sits alone,
wrapped in a cocoon

of silence, watching
from the corner,

(pretty girls and beautiful boys
mingling, conversing, flirting).

"Why can't I have that?",
her lips quivering with

the taste of enchantment,
longing and desire

to join the fray. she is weak,
hands shaking, palms sweating,

she tries to stand, but
fails. unable to grasp

the fleeting moment, the minutes
slipping by, watching

a movie about life, made 
by life. she cries cruel tears,

falling down her cheeks, shoulders
calling for comfort. life weaves

solitude, torturing her
existence, she sighs

as she sat alone.

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i have been gone a while, working and doing things... i have been posting my works here, and so far it has been very fulfilling whenever i got one out... i would really like to post more of my works here, and i hope you might enjoy reading...