The forest was so beautiful. Even though it was raining, I thought of the sun peering through the trees. There were mga hayop all over. It was like Hapon only slightly less busy. Lots of unfamiliar mga hayop gave Minrough high-fives and hugs. After a moment, I scanned his mind. Patients? I thought he sinabi he was a soldier not a healer! After a minute, I demanded to know who they were.
“Patients”. Just like I thought.
“I thought you sinabi you were a soldier at the war”!
“Yeah, a war of diseases”.
“But you’re only a kid! How could you be a doctor”?
“Not a doctor, healer”.
“How does that even work”!
“I have like a magic touch sort a thing when all I have to do is touch where it hurts and it heals”. I began to protest, to say how unreal that is when I remembered my mindreading dilemma. I’m the one that’s unreal right now.
Moments passed when we came to a little puno near a lake.
“Lisa, Ive got a story I got to tell ya”. His eyes widened with fear.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to” I said.
“No, I want you to know, it’s just that Ive never told anyone before”. I was realy carious now.
“What’s going on Minrough”? I didn’t want to read his mind now, I wanted him himself to tell me.
“I want you to know about my father and my past”. He began with a sigh. “My father was a real soldier at war. In 2002, the mga hayop went at war with the humans. Adults from all over the forest were taken away sa pamamagitan ng General Jaspy to fight. My mom begged Jaspy to let my father stay. He promised her that my dad would be fine, but he lied. All the mga hayop were killed besides Jaspy. He swore it just so happened he was last man standing. I say it wasn’t though. Something fishy is going on with him and I demanded to know what it was but he wouldn’t spill. Now that he is the forests new king, I can’t get to him.” He took a deep breath. “I have a deep desire to find out what he was up to and arrest him for it.” His eyes met my gaze. “Since he has been in power, my mother and I have been like slaves to him. “ I was to shocked to speak. Poor Minrough, a father killed in war. Wow just wow. Jaspy take the trono though? Minrough wasn’t telling me something I should know.
“Your dad was a prince”? I asked. Oops…
“How’d you know”? He asked shocked.
“um .. Lucky guess…” I said. Oh boy. He gave me an odd look, “okaaay..” Pheew! Close one.
“Yeah” he answered, “And his brother became king. But, his brother swore if he was to die, my dad could take the throne. That’s the fishy part. The araw after my uncle died, that’s when Jaspy came over to take my dad.” That did sound fish.
“Does Jaspy have any criminal records”?
“No, well... No one knows. He destroyed his record.” Sounded fishier now.
“I swear I’m going to bust him some araw but I... I can’t…” He got upset again.
“I would help you. Your right, it is fishy.” I said. He smiled, “I knew you would”. I thought about this. Maybe it was an accident but wouldn’t that mean Minrough would take the throne? Yes. I knew now this was no accident. Jaspy was up to something and we were going to find out.
“Patients”. Just like I thought.
“I thought you sinabi you were a soldier at the war”!
“Yeah, a war of diseases”.
“But you’re only a kid! How could you be a doctor”?
“Not a doctor, healer”.
“How does that even work”!
“I have like a magic touch sort a thing when all I have to do is touch where it hurts and it heals”. I began to protest, to say how unreal that is when I remembered my mindreading dilemma. I’m the one that’s unreal right now.
Moments passed when we came to a little puno near a lake.
“Lisa, Ive got a story I got to tell ya”. His eyes widened with fear.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to” I said.
“No, I want you to know, it’s just that Ive never told anyone before”. I was realy carious now.
“What’s going on Minrough”? I didn’t want to read his mind now, I wanted him himself to tell me.
“I want you to know about my father and my past”. He began with a sigh. “My father was a real soldier at war. In 2002, the mga hayop went at war with the humans. Adults from all over the forest were taken away sa pamamagitan ng General Jaspy to fight. My mom begged Jaspy to let my father stay. He promised her that my dad would be fine, but he lied. All the mga hayop were killed besides Jaspy. He swore it just so happened he was last man standing. I say it wasn’t though. Something fishy is going on with him and I demanded to know what it was but he wouldn’t spill. Now that he is the forests new king, I can’t get to him.” He took a deep breath. “I have a deep desire to find out what he was up to and arrest him for it.” His eyes met my gaze. “Since he has been in power, my mother and I have been like slaves to him. “ I was to shocked to speak. Poor Minrough, a father killed in war. Wow just wow. Jaspy take the trono though? Minrough wasn’t telling me something I should know.
“Your dad was a prince”? I asked. Oops…
“How’d you know”? He asked shocked.
“um .. Lucky guess…” I said. Oh boy. He gave me an odd look, “okaaay..” Pheew! Close one.
“Yeah” he answered, “And his brother became king. But, his brother swore if he was to die, my dad could take the throne. That’s the fishy part. The araw after my uncle died, that’s when Jaspy came over to take my dad.” That did sound fish.
“Does Jaspy have any criminal records”?
“No, well... No one knows. He destroyed his record.” Sounded fishier now.
“I swear I’m going to bust him some araw but I... I can’t…” He got upset again.
“I would help you. Your right, it is fishy.” I said. He smiled, “I knew you would”. I thought about this. Maybe it was an accident but wouldn’t that mean Minrough would take the throne? Yes. I knew now this was no accident. Jaspy was up to something and we were going to find out.
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo asong babae die, bitchy whore. That last comment doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first halik and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it sinabi mga rosas are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I pag-ibig you Janet. I don't know who wrote you pag-ibig poem rhyme thing but I pag-ibig you too!
Is It True You Lie?
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were apoy red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My mga kaibigan ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my mga kaibigan take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My mga kaibigan ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my mga kaibigan take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not sa pamamagitan ng blood, then sa pamamagitan ng what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Pagsulat in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Pagsulat in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.