The One with the Something to Say

Faith might mean there won’t be answers and home might mean enduring through the night but help me not forget in darkness the things that I believed in light. 

– Something to Say, Starfield

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Ang Pain ng Isang Artist

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I cannot understand the pain that made the artist, this does not mean I cannot understand the art. We poets, we people of lamp and lighters of dark places. This is what we know. Take your pain, make it beautiful, make them dance. It’s so hard to hate something beautiful, It’s so hard to hate someone who is capable of love. It’s so hard to hate someone when they are singing.

– Motown, Neil Hilborn

Ang Tula ni Mareng Eliza Griswold

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Flood

I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps.
The room itself:
“You’re wasting this life expecting disappointment.”
I packed my bag in the night
and peered in its leather belly
to count the essentials.
Nothing is essential.
To the east, the flood has begun.
Men call to each other on the water
for the comfort of voices.
Love surprises us.
It ends.

– Wideawake Field, Eliza Griswold

Isa ito sa mga paborito kong tula mula sa librong Wideawake Field na nabili ko ng bente pesos sa booksale at pinamana kay Pare at Jeriboi. Isa siguro to sa mga unang librong binigay ko sa kanila 3 years ago. Ang winner pa rin balik balikan nung huling dalawang linya ng tula eh.

Ang Tula ni Jeriboi

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I know of sutures and streets
Of coffee that’s bittersweet
Of photo and those who smile,
Amidst their crooked teeth
Is joy bound to leave?
Or does it stay with those beneath?
Often sought, sometimes found
Joy must be somewhere not around

– Jeremiah Ablaza, 2014

Ito’y isang tula galing sa makata kong kaibigan pagkatapos ng isang coffee session about sa nawawalang joy sa detistry.

Kung nabitin kayo, check out his works here.

Ang Ibong Malaya

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Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure. -Shawshank Redemption