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Duon sa High Street may nagrequest
Muli raw akong tumula sa Ingles
Yung malaking Christmas tree sana ang peg

Ngunit datapwat subalit
Wala akong maisip
Sapagkat ikaw ay di kapiling
Kahit pa nakailang kape
Blangko pa rin ang papel…

(Kahit nakakita ng gwapong Italyanong kalbo, iba pa rin ang inspirasyon na dulot ni ___________)

A. Coco
B. Piolo
C. Jamie Dornan – ang hirap irhyme

Note to self: proof why I did not shine bright like a diamond in the poetry class



When I go home late at night and the streets are almost empty, I think of you.  I think of you when I cross the street and see headlights approaching me.


I think of you when I am standing on the platform of a train station especially when it is crowded and people spill into other lanes like when a river inundates and floods the communities surrounding it.  I think of you when I am on the verge of that red area, teasing it, tempting, then I’ll hear the shrill sound of the guard’s whistle.  I know though that if I fall onto the tracks, you might be there to catch me.  I know you would be there if the train is already nearby.


I don’t quite understand why people are scared of you; why we don’t talk about you while you are as natural as the air we breathe; why many banish you from their thoughts when you cross their minds like that could ever make them escape you.  But I think of you many times.  I think of you when I am in bed at night and imagine that you would come when I am asleep…  Would you please be gentle?  I don’t want to feel any pain when you come.


And while you could also bring pain, how often have I thought of you when I was in pain, thinking that you would be the only one that could assuage whatever grief I was feeling?  The thought of you alone during those times had brought me imagined peace…imagined…because while you are as natural as breathing, as inhaling and exhaling, as sleeping and eating, meeting you to relieve my pain is an escape, an act of cowardice.


I know I will meet you one day.  That day is inevitable for as sure as the sun rises in the morning and is replaced by the moon at night, you will come…at an uncertain time.  Aaahh, there are so many uncertainties nowadays like the coming of the rain during the summer season in a tropical country…but you have never changed.  You have always been around.  I know you will come, though at an uncertain time.  I would like to be prepared for you.


ca. 2009

What the Rain Brings

The sky is downcast again today. At seven in the morning, a gray presence
was looming over the city. There’s news of rain, of a storm actually…a
storm in May, in summer. Isn’t it odd? Do you know that I remember you
when it rains?
You crossed my mind when I looked at the gray sky today, when I stepped
out of my house expecting to be greeted by the summer heat, but instead,
there was the gloomy presence of the still air. Then, I caught myself: I have
said goodbye, I should stop remembering you when it rains.
June is just within reach. I can already hear its sound—the start of the
season of rain. I don’t want to think of you whenever it rains in June, or in
July. Because my memories of you bring pain…and confusion…and I don’t
want those…not anymore. I have said goodbye.
But, maybe, I need the rain. I need the rain not to remind me of you but to
wash away every memory that I still have of you, to wash away even the
littlest trace you still have in my mind and in my heart.
Today, I felt fear when I realized that the rain still reminds me of you. And I
can’t go on feeling afraid of the rain just because it reminds me of you,
because I need the rain, I have been asking for rain in this warm, sticky
summer season. And the rain came, and the memories of you came…and I
was afraid…but if the rain will wash you away from my being, then I will
welcome it even more, even the monsoon season.
ca. 2009

Creative Writing for Adults

CREATIVE WRITING FOR ADULTS (2nd batch) by Conchitina Cruz July 10, 17, 24, 31 and August 7, 2013 6pm to 9pm A picture may be worth a thousand words, but words can reveal a whole world of images. Transforming thoughts into words that amuse and inspire, crafting poems and stories filled with meaning and depth, […]