tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312853026014697282024-03-06T06:55:31.563+08:00pagitanEJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-13197209469766138552018-09-24T10:39:00.000+08:002018-09-24T10:39:16.138+08:00<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;"><b>A Day In The Virtual Dimension</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">and tell me what you see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">In time you will know</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">the difference between 'fun' and 'happy',</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">that 'fun' is something temporary,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">like the taste of alchohol for example,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">or the night you'll spend after a couple of bottles,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">how you would forget everything with a kiss</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">but then realize something's in your heart you still miss</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">the morning after. In time you will know</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">that 'fun' will never replace 'lonely',</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">like how every place or scenery</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">you'd ever go to cannot be called home,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">because home is something peaceful and beautiful and lasting,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">because home is something you might never be capable of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">You see, as long as you live and believe </span><br />
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EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-2270242986083980122018-09-21T07:07:00.001+08:002018-09-23T23:08:23.231+08:00<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;"><b>A Note To My Other Self In A Parallel Universe</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">You said this world </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">needed more genuine hearts,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">as if there were never enough,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">as if 'genuine' was never good enough.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It's ok. Maybe there are too few. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Or maybe there are many, that's ok too. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">You go choose whatever you like,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">what's important is to be happy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">So you go choose </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">whatever you like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">and be happy </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">breaking them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span>EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-12757350512541167302018-06-13T19:05:00.000+08:002018-06-13T19:05:00.391+08:00Maturity is when you finally accept that it was Tom Hansen's fault.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-63648179493568966002018-06-11T00:07:00.000+08:002018-06-11T00:07:04.537+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Cheers to all the good hearts out there. Never change, no matter how cruel this world may end up being.</div>
EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-27532950567289360992018-04-24T23:42:00.001+08:002018-04-24T23:42:36.714+08:00<blockquote class="quoteBody" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 25px; text-indent: -30px;">
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.</blockquote>
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<span class="quoteAuthor" style="box-sizing: border-box;">-<a class="gr-hyperlink" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6343.Milan_Kundera" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #00635d; text-decoration-line: none;">Milan Kundera</a>, </span><span class="quoteBook" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="gr-hyperlink" href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9717.The_Unbearable_Lightness_of_Being" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #00635d; text-decoration-line: none;">The Unbearable Lightness of Being</a></span></div>
EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-32422073715289766232018-02-14T18:46:00.002+08:002018-06-21T19:00:32.758+08:00Rain<br />
<br />
You said that<br />
you hated it when it rains.<br />
On that side of the world,<br />
I wonder,<br />
if it touches everything<br />
that I used too.<br />
And so I came to<br />
hate the rain as you do.<br />
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The rain touches the lonely<br />
wherever the heart hides into.<br />
<br />EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-43919899023635313762017-11-12T23:33:00.001+08:002017-11-12T23:33:09.822+08:00Umaasang sa bawat gabi ng paglimot,<br />
May bukas na mararamdaman natin ang kirot.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-577450953213183602017-08-18T20:42:00.000+08:002017-08-18T21:03:02.738+08:00For the 16M Filipinos<br />
<br />
There's a wake in our streets every morning after.<br />
Still you wondered why I dressed in black all these times.<br />
I wished you could have known better.<br />
But there is no song or poem I could sing to you.<br />
There is no poem that could bring back the dead.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-35959312635847942522017-02-01T18:19:00.001+08:002017-02-01T18:19:43.846+08:00Uncertainty is caused by a lack of knowledge. Hesitation is the product of fear.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-59307743031879383392016-01-01T22:08:00.001+08:002016-01-01T22:16:03.167+08:00<span style="font-size: large;">Isa na Namang Pagsakay sa Tren</span><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Lakarin mula Santolan hanggang Cubao?</i><br />
Tinawanan mo ako, sabay turo sa itaas<br />
ng mga poste't ilaw, sa semento't bakal<br />
na daang humahati sa mausok na kalangitan,<br />
<i>kaya nga merong tren.</i><br />
<br />
Hindi mo alam,<br />
gusto ko lamang<br />
patagalin ang oras,<br />
kasingtagal ng panahong hindi tayo nagkita,<br />
Mas matagal pa sa katahimikan<br />
nating dalawa sa loob ng tren<br />
bago pa man kumawala ang salitang kumusta.<br />
Sa totoo lang, hindi sapat ang sampung minuto<br />
sa dami ng nais sabihin o itanong sa'yo, kung<br />
may nagpatibok na ba ulit ng iyong puso,<br />
o kung hindi ka pa ba nagsasawa<br />
sa pag-uwi sa lungsod, at kung<br />
hindi ka pa ba iniligaw nito.<br />
<br />
Sa totoo lang, bago pa man matapos ang tulang ito,<br />
magbubukas na ang pinto ng tren,<br />
magpapaalam ka ng <i>hanggang dito na lang ako</i>,<br />
mabilis na mawawala sa nagsisiksikang mga tao.<br />
Maiiwan akong nakadungaw<br />
sa bintana, sa isip itong tula.<br />
Darating ang kasalubong na tren<br />
at unti-unti itong buburahin.<br />
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Revised galing sa isang 2009 entryEJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-41836812672352213462015-12-12T21:02:00.000+08:002018-06-21T19:02:34.449+08:00<br />
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Before you leave, let me<br />
tell this life is nothing<br />
but lines and thoughts<br />
still scattered all over the place.<br />
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EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-79963482148356499602014-11-24T20:55:00.001+08:002014-11-24T22:00:43.495+08:00Every breath is a war<br />
and we are winning<br />
not anymore. So let me<br />
shoot this arrow into<br />
the night and perhaps it will<br />
take aim at the dead<br />
silence, in the midst of chaos<br />
breaking the stillness of the world.<br />
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We will no longer fight<br />
their war.<br />
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Brace yourself.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-14213390523613896442013-11-25T23:51:00.004+08:002013-11-25T23:51:58.612+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
kailan lang nung tanungin mo kung kailan.</div>
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<br />EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-29294222357215584902013-06-05T23:27:00.002+08:002013-06-05T23:27:15.987+08:00<>~<br />
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Naaalala mo pa ba noong<br />
nagpalipad tayo ng saranggola?<br />
Sumabit ito bigla<br />
sa kawad ng kuryente<br />
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at sa wakas natutuhan ko<br />
kung ano ang pagbitaw.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-73495842008663437432012-03-11T01:38:00.001+08:002012-03-11T01:38:39.091+08:00Ginawa ko ito para sa iyo. Umaasa akong mahagilap mo ito, mahanap mo sana ako sa mga pahina, itakas mo ako o kaya naman samahang maligaw tulad ng paglalakbay sa lungsod tuwing gabi -kung kailan nakakapambihag ang mga ilaw. Saan na nga ba tayo napadpad at nawala sa pasikut-sikot ng ating puso?EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-56770910169733625222012-03-10T21:03:00.000+08:002012-03-10T21:03:36.498+08:00mukhang tatambay muna ako ulit dito. isang buwan siguro. hindi. hanggang makahanap ng ibang mapagkakaabalahan.<br />
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Sid Gomez Hildawa<br />
<b>Bedtime Story</b><br />
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<br />
I lie on my side, on my side<br />
of the bed. Yours is vacant.<br />
I could say the blankets are<br />
like waves because they're<br />
ruffled, but you'd probably say<br />
that's a cliche. Well, here's<br />
another: our blankets are like<br />
hills and dunes when as a child<br />
I'd press my cheeks against<br />
the springy surface, imagining<br />
my matchbox cars are traversing<br />
a desert where dinosaurs and lions<br />
crouch in caves and crevices<br />
the folds make.<br />
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I may have then fallen<br />
asleep on a linen omelet of toys,<br />
skipped a breakfast of scrambled<br />
eggs. But growing up is never without<br />
creases, make-believing never<br />
without deceit. I have seen how we<br />
uncover beds and cover up lies; spanking<br />
pillows to sleep, then embracing them under<br />
the sheets. While our toys awaken.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-53688951493745523362011-01-26T00:21:00.003+08:002011-01-26T00:21:52.035+08:00Perhaps there is another kind of writing, I only know this one: in the night, when fear does not let me sleep.<br />
-Franz KafkaEJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-31184419619394105622011-01-15T11:43:00.002+08:002011-01-15T11:43:35.070+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="color: #cf6500; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;">A New Law</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">Let there be a ban on every holiday.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"> No ringing in the new year.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">No fireworks doodling the warm night air.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"> No holly on the door. I say</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">let there be no more.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"> For many are not here who were here before.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">-Greg Delanty</span>EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-52380856970522361242010-12-31T19:48:00.000+08:002010-12-31T19:48:16.190+08:00speechless.<br />
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wasak ka.<br />
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salamat 2010.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-25966365304357672702010-12-12T22:38:00.000+08:002010-12-12T22:38:04.157+08:00Fairy Tales Do Exist In This World<br />
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...and they lived <s>happily ever after</s>.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-59239873680830293932010-11-24T00:54:00.004+08:002010-11-26T14:57:34.459+08:00Wakas<br />
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Nagbabago ang mundo. Nararamdaman mo ba<br />
ang pagyanig, ang pagbitak ng lupa,<br />
ang paggalaw ng ating kinalalagyan<br />
papalayo sa isa't isa?<br />
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Ikaw ay nasa kabilang dako ng tulay at sinisigaw ko<br />
ang pangalan mo sa gitna ng mga gusaling gumuguho.<br />
At matatabunan ang lahat ng kadiliman.<br />
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Magigising ako at makikita ang bagong mundo,<br />
walang alaala ng nakalipas.<br />
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Ito ang simula. Ito ang ating wakas.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-81166412473715170872010-11-14T23:13:00.001+08:002010-11-14T23:13:04.059+08:00You have to understand. I'm jealous of everything that moves. I'm jealous of the rain!<br />
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-The End of the Affair (1999)EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-13954173483979214292010-11-09T15:48:00.004+08:002010-11-09T21:40:28.232+08:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i>from</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Canti</span></b><br />
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<b>XXXVII</b><br />
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<table style="width: 230px;"><tbody>
<tr><td><div align="center">ALCETA</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
Listen, Melisso: I want to tell you a dream<br />
I had last night, which comes to mind,<br />
seeing the moon again. I was standing<br />
at the window that looks out on the meadow<br />
staring up, when suddenly the moon<br />
unhooked herself. And it seemed to me<br />
that as she fell,<br />
the nearer she got the bigger she looked, until<br />
she hit the ground in the middle of the meadow,<br />
big as a bucket, and vomited<br />
a cloud of sparks that shrieked as loud<br />
as when you dunk a live coal in the water<br />
and drown it. So, as I said,<br />
the moon died in the middle of the meadow,<br />
little by little slowly darkening,<br />
and the grass was smoking all around.<br />
Then, looking up into the sky, I saw<br />
something still there, a glimmer or a shadow,<br />
or the niche that she'd been torn away from,<br />
which made me cold with fear. And I'm still anxious.<br />
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<table style="width: 230px;"><tbody>
<tr><td><div align="center">MELISSO</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
You were right to be afraid, when the moon<br />
fell so easily into your field.<br />
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<table style="width: 230px;"><tbody>
<tr><td><div align="center">ALCETA</div></td></tr>
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Who knows? Don't we often see<br />
stars fall in summer?<br />
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<tr><td><div align="center">MELISSO</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
There are so many stars<br />
that if one or another of them falls<br />
it's no great loss, since there are thousands left.<br />
But there's just this one moon up in the sky,<br />
which no one saw fall ever—except in dreams.<br />
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- Giacomo Leopardi (translated by Jonathan Galassi) <br />
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Enough <br />
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It's a gift, this cloudless November morning<br />
warm enough for you to walk without a jacket<br />
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing<br />
of your feet through fallen leaves should be <br />
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you <br />
when you catch yourself telling off your boss<br />
for a decade of accumulated injustices,<br />
all the things you've never said circling inside you.<br />
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It's the rising wind that pulls you out of it,<br />
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves<br />
swirling in sunlight, flickering against the blue<br />
and rising above the treetops, as if the whole day<br />
were sighing, <i>Let it go, let it go,<br />
for this moment at least, let it all go</i><br />
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- Jeffrey Harrison <i></i><br />
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</i>EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-88319332053991475412010-10-22T11:22:00.000+08:002010-10-22T11:22:44.506+08:00ang pagsusulat<br />
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ay bagyo.<br />
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ay damdamin.<br />
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pabugsu-bugso.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131285302601469728.post-33274508237342855852010-10-05T10:09:00.002+08:002010-10-05T10:09:22.924+08:00<span style="color: #cf6500; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;">Testy Pony</span><br />
by Zachary Schomburg <br />
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I am given a pony for my birthday, but it is the wrong kind of pony. It is the kind of pony that won’t listen. It is testy. When I ask it to go left, it goes right. When I ask it to run, it sleeps on its side in the tall grass. So when I ask it to jump us over the river into the field I have never before been, I have every reason to believe it will fail, that we will be swept down the river to our deaths. It is a fate for which I am prepared. The blame of our death will rest with the testy pony, and with that, I will be remembered with reverence, and the pony will be remembered with great anger. But with me on its back, the testy pony rears and approaches the river with unfettered bravery. Its leap is glorious. It clears the river with ease, not even getting its pony hooves wet. And then there we are on the other side of the river, the sun going down, the pony circling, looking for something to eat in the dirt. Real trust is to do so in the face of clear doubt, and to trust is to love. This is my failure, and for that I cannot be forgiven.EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339625997370531393noreply@blogger.com0