I totally dig this kind-a s__t

HAHAHA! know what, maybe these are like, not reliable or something but who the hell cares? :))

Okay, getting my entries analyzed. kinda makes me happy today :))

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

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I write like
David Foster Wallace

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

evil does not exist just like cold and darkness...

weird things aww :|

I cant get myself to be envious of p__ and j__ or even c__.
It's my fault they wont trust me or is afraid to trust me
There are a couple of things I cannot feel anymore...
It bothers me sometimes, like now, it bothers me that at some point, I wont really care anymore...
feelings like jealousy or care, getting attention means a little to me
Making them happy seems obligatory...
Can't believe love can work in such a mechanical way...

I Teach My Child by Gemino H. Abad

I TEACH MY CHILD
by Gemino H. Abad

I.

I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
           The simple words first
And last.

They are hardest to learn.
 
          Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.

These words are relations.
 

They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
 
          Or words that promise
Or dream.

Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.

Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
 
          These are not words
To speak.

These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.

II.
 
         My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.

          By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
 
          Every act, too,
Is first without words.

There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.

           The words are given,
But there's no script.

Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.

           These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
           These same words
That may elude our acts.

If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.

           And so,
I teach my child
To survive.

I begin with our words,
           The simple words first
And last.

AND i can't breathe without you BUT i have to...

played the song for how many times I cant remember. totally hooked XD!!

Oh! The Train - The LRT2 ride to V.Mapa

One fateful Tuesday afternoon, I hopped on a train called LRT2. And there above the train's door i saw the words:

Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido:

Nang mawala ka sa akin, ikaw at ako’y nawalan:

I stopped reading, then continued.

yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba;

Ako dahil ikaw ang minahal ko nang lubusan

y tú, porque yo era el que te amaba más.

At ikaw dahil ako ang sa iyo’y lubusang nagmahal.

My lips tugged a smile that pulled strings in my heart.

Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo:

Ngunit sa dalawa ay ikaw ang higit na nawalan:

I went a bit closer and squinted my eyes. The font is way too small and the train is moving way too much.

porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti,

Dahil pwede kong mahalin ang iba tulad nang pagmamahal ko sa iyo,

A robotic voice filled the train; time is running out and here I am waiting for the climactic ending.

pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.

Ngunit ika’y ‘di mamahalin tulad nang kung paano kita minahal.

The doors opened, and I walked out of the train smiling that smile that pulled strings in my heart.


the poem in Spanish was by Ernesto Cardenal