When Zean woke up he found himself on his kama and everyone busy as usual. One of his best buddy Benjamin popularly known as Ben came to him and sat near Zean saying “you were so tired that you slept on the floor. Whats wrong with you?” “No, nothing.. I am alright.” He spoke this in such a hurry that could make anyone surprised. Ben looked at his eyes which were filled of confusion, Ben sinabi “ ohk…if there is any problem just call me,, I am going I trust you..”. Ben stood and before leaving he looked back saying “ I really trust you”. This time Zean was unable to classify if this was Ben’s real trust or his suspense. After Ben went out he looked at Zeal as if it was the only one who understands him.
The past covered his eyes and he Nawawala into his BAD MEMORIES.
He saw the araw which was clear and the sun shining brightly, but actually it was dull for his fate. He found a small boy gazing at a big mansion and with only one thing in his hands His Zeal.
“ no no no that’s past and I don’t remember anything” “ my memories are buried and if not then time and money and my work load will bury it one day” “ no I never recalled my past for 11 years and now so sudden I am dreaming about that” “ I lived my life made my path for light and still I am making path for light….no darkness is allowed to enter in that” “ it is not my mansion…. It is not” “ its not of my business… I am not related to it… even if it’s my past….then also I am not……” “ ITS PAST AND THERE IS NO CONNECTION IN MY PAST AND PRESENT…”
These were the words Zean continued thinking till his mind gave up all energy that he regained and he at last fainted…..
The past covered his eyes and he Nawawala into his BAD MEMORIES.
He saw the araw which was clear and the sun shining brightly, but actually it was dull for his fate. He found a small boy gazing at a big mansion and with only one thing in his hands His Zeal.
“ no no no that’s past and I don’t remember anything” “ my memories are buried and if not then time and money and my work load will bury it one day” “ no I never recalled my past for 11 years and now so sudden I am dreaming about that” “ I lived my life made my path for light and still I am making path for light….no darkness is allowed to enter in that” “ it is not my mansion…. It is not” “ its not of my business… I am not related to it… even if it’s my past….then also I am not……” “ ITS PAST AND THERE IS NO CONNECTION IN MY PAST AND PRESENT…”
These were the words Zean continued thinking till his mind gave up all energy that he regained and he at last fainted…..
This is for all the kids who are bullied sa pamamagitan ng words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I ilipat on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I ilipat on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my mga kaibigan were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my mga kaibigan to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My mga kaibigan have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a puno and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. susunod thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....