sugat ka sa aking balat
na tuwi-tuwina'y
nagpapaalala
ng sakit na
naramdaman sa aking
pagkadapa
akala ko'y
tuyo na ang aking bahay-luha
ngunit
dahan daha'y
may tumutulo pa rin
dumadaloy sa aking pisngi
papunta sa aking dibdib
naghahatid ng hapdi
at ang nakaraan ay parang
pagguho ng yelo
mula sa tuktok
ng bundok ng aking kamalayan
pigilin ko man
malakas ng dagundong
pikit-mata
bukas bibig
piping sigaw
11/10/2007
8:19 am
bergenfield,nj
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talagang pangmatagalan ang sakit na dala ng nasirang pag-ibig. marami pa akong panahong bubunuin. pero kailangan kong pagdaanan,bago ko malampasan.
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this is crimson eve and panginorin's notebook of hidden desires, broken dreams and unfinished verses. can you keep a secret?
i was a late learner. i did know how to read until i was about 7, and i did not know how to write until i was 6. when i discovered the solace of writing down my thoughts, i could not stop. i filled numerous journals of brain farts and memories. i mostly wrote to record my thoughts and feelings so i can laugh at myself a few years later.
i started writing broken verses in high school. when i wrote in english, i used the nom de plume crimson eve, in tribute to the dazzlingly red sunsets we had during the early 90s. when i wrote in my native tagalog, i used panginorin, a bastardized version of panganorin (no thanks to my Filipino professor who made the mistake)which literally means horizon.
i started writing broken verses in high school. when i wrote in english, i used the nom de plume crimson eve, in tribute to the dazzlingly red sunsets we had during the early 90s. when i wrote in my native tagalog, i used panginorin, a bastardized version of panganorin (no thanks to my Filipino professor who made the mistake)which literally means horizon.
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