Serena
I couldn't tell my mom. I tried, and I just couldn't. What's worse, she didn't try to make me.
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Later, I had cried out every tear I had, but it wasn't enough.
Just as I'd parked my car outside the complex where I now lived, a spark of hope flared inside me.
No one ever would know.
I sprinted up the stairs, I just couldn't handle the idleness of taking the elevator. I needed to run.
I burst through the door and immediately headed for the hall closet.
I pulled out a large suitcase and stuffed as many of my clothes as I could in it.
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Finally, I was packed. But I still wasn't done. There was one last thing I needed to do.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a pencil and pulled a pad of lila paper out from under the phone.
I knew who would come looking for me first.
Shaun, I wrote.
I'm leaving. Please, please, don't tell anyone why. Pretend you don't know. Act like I never existed.
Don't come looking for me. I want you to finish college, and ilipat on. You deserve happiness, which I can't ever give you, no matter how much I wish I could. And don't blame yourself. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault.
I still pag-ibig you, and I always will.
Serena.
A small tear fell onto the page. I turned my head, and ripped the page from the pad.
I pinned it to the door of my bedroom.
I glanced back over my shoulder one last time, as I closed the door of my apartment, and closed the door on everyone I'd ever known and loved.
I couldn't tell my mom. I tried, and I just couldn't. What's worse, she didn't try to make me.
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Later, I had cried out every tear I had, but it wasn't enough.
Just as I'd parked my car outside the complex where I now lived, a spark of hope flared inside me.
No one ever would know.
I sprinted up the stairs, I just couldn't handle the idleness of taking the elevator. I needed to run.
I burst through the door and immediately headed for the hall closet.
I pulled out a large suitcase and stuffed as many of my clothes as I could in it.
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Finally, I was packed. But I still wasn't done. There was one last thing I needed to do.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a pencil and pulled a pad of lila paper out from under the phone.
I knew who would come looking for me first.
Shaun, I wrote.
I'm leaving. Please, please, don't tell anyone why. Pretend you don't know. Act like I never existed.
Don't come looking for me. I want you to finish college, and ilipat on. You deserve happiness, which I can't ever give you, no matter how much I wish I could. And don't blame yourself. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault.
I still pag-ibig you, and I always will.
Serena.
A small tear fell onto the page. I turned my head, and ripped the page from the pad.
I pinned it to the door of my bedroom.
I glanced back over my shoulder one last time, as I closed the door of my apartment, and closed the door on everyone I'd ever known and loved.
Here's some payo for all you budding poets out there. Start a mga tula journal and start Pagsulat a poem everyday.
To get started all you need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired sa pamamagitan ng something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of Pagsulat on a regular basis and sa pamamagitan ng doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice you will get sa pamamagitan ng keeping a mga tula journal.
To get started all you need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired sa pamamagitan ng something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of Pagsulat on a regular basis and sa pamamagitan ng doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice you will get sa pamamagitan ng keeping a mga tula journal.
Teary-eyed I stared at his angelic face
A dream this can only be.
For I Nawawala him year's before.
But here he stands gently smiling.
I lay a hand to my puso to steady it.
Trying to clear my mind I close my eyes,
And slowly chant only a dream...
Something touched my face lightly.
Opening fast my eyes find his hand.
My hand ever so quickly goes to
his, and feels his hot skin under mine.
I started to speak but his fingers came over my mouth.
I smell that soft smell
that could only belong to him.
As I started grasping the idea of him
being real, he suddenly disappears.
My eyes quickly open with tears falling fast.
It was only a dream..........
A dream this can only be.
For I Nawawala him year's before.
But here he stands gently smiling.
I lay a hand to my puso to steady it.
Trying to clear my mind I close my eyes,
And slowly chant only a dream...
Something touched my face lightly.
Opening fast my eyes find his hand.
My hand ever so quickly goes to
his, and feels his hot skin under mine.
I started to speak but his fingers came over my mouth.
I smell that soft smell
that could only belong to him.
As I started grasping the idea of him
being real, he suddenly disappears.
My eyes quickly open with tears falling fast.
It was only a dream..........
Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send or comment feedback.
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To me, Will is madami than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational pag-ibig I feel for your soul.
Without you, my puso is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my puso and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my puso with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. You are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
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To me, Will is madami than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational pag-ibig I feel for your soul.
Without you, my puso is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my puso and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my puso with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. You are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
Coinage of Commitment
