Kudos Penos

Part of me says that it is all right As if long forgotten like pieces of history But it will never be like that It always lingers in this soft spot called heart You say that I should forgive all those people that never mended what has left in me The words they say are discouraging But you lift me as if I am part of scattered dusts You never give me any sympathetic words Because you are the one who help me get through this I am ready to see the ugliest of truth That this world is offering Those I repeat will probably be like a never ending mantra But It will not signifies me but them The love that we share everyday Boost my energy to the excited states They are like demons harsh whispering in my ear Disguising as angels but fallen Flying, surrounding me with black huge wings Dancing, murmuring, and smiling I see the light above me The face of the most beautiful man The man I always dream... of paradise, euphoria and peace But it is you the one I want to be w

This was my feature news written last November 28, 2014. It was officially aired in a radio station (A.M.).  Grateful.  By the way I am an Intern on that radio station and our boss told me to write something about the youth. Second week of December is Youth Week. Masikip. Mainit. Maingay. Tatlong bagay na ibinubulong ng mga miyembro ng League of the Filipino Students (LFS), Anakbayan at Kabataan Party-List habang sila'y hingal na tumatakbo sa kahabaan ng pamosong kalye Mendiola. League of the Filipino Students  Anakbayan Kabataan Party List Ngunit... Karapatan. Kalayaan. Kapayapaan. Ang tanging adhikain na isinisigaw nitong mulat na kabataan. Nang pasimulaanan ang linggo ng kabataan, ay unti-unti silang naipakilala bilang epektibong sektor ng lipunan. Bagama't hilaw pa ang kaisipan, nagmistulang isang malaking alon ang ideolohiyang kanilang ipinaglalaban. Piping saksi dito ang mga karatulang tangan bilang armas ng pagbabago. Subal

There are songs behind all those smiles and there are anthems behind all those sadness. But I always find myself creating anthems. Isn't the world more cruel than Ares? Or this is just my mind full of inconsistencies and fragments of overwhelming grief? I sat at the corner facing the darkness of a room and holding my cheap and out of tune guitar. I write it. All my feelings are processing in just a single drop of blood. It is so amazing how the blood runs through a piece of paper transforming itself into an organize tint. The tint says it all. First, that I am waiting to see your face. Hoping that on one enchanting day, I will see your glooming smile, your soft lips and the overly wonderful lashes playing on your eyes in that fast food chain and are awaiting my return. Second, that I will receive this one simple and sweet message; "I miss you." Third, that we will be able to hold each others hands while walking in the busy street full of honking and shouting. Fourth,