Stuck in Love

Stuck between past and present. I was quite sitting along the seaside watching the waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. I noticed that the waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like my feelings for you.  I fell, like how the leaves from those trees easily fall when a sudden wind blows cold. I withdrew, like when I suddenly fall asleep on a winter day and withdrew my awareness from its hypnotic fascination with physical sensation, thereby allowing me to wake up and stand from whatever foolishness I feel for you. Yet, here I am again falling, like how  a gravity pulls back things I already throw.

Remember…

I wrote our names on the sand but what if the shore will be washed by the waves?

I wrote our names on the trees but what if tress will be cut?

I wrote our names on benches but what if benches will be painted?

Yet… I will  never get tired and will still be writing our names because in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant…

Well, that was when I thought we really are.. But I was wrong..

And as I was sitting there alone, thinking about past, someone strode to my life and suddenly handed me his hand. An act of saying “stand up. cheer up. I’m here to unlock you from being imprisoned.”

I have doubts yet one must release the grime built up inside to free their emotions like the ocean. I wanted to flee these wings and fly like there’s no tomorrow. I wanted to free myself from this caged I have been in, since the day I met my past. I wanted to run away and never comes back.

All I ever did was to wait.  I was caged by my own feelings and waited for someone to unlocked me. I waited for someone I don’t have any assurance of. I waited for someone I thought would come back for me.

And as I was waiting , I’d never thought someone would dare to walked in to my fed-up life . Someone once again give color to the griminess of my life. I wasn’t exactly sure if my heart is in good condition now, but all I know is that…

I am happy…


Not until  past came again…

Memories keep  hunting me…

Once again you strode into my life. But this time I can see regret and sincerity in your eyes. You held my hand as you were begging for me to come back.

“Why now?”

That was the only question I wanted you to answer straight to my eyes but you can’t even answer me directly.

Why?

I have a lot of “Why’s?” now in life

And now it made me wonder..

that  even nature; those restless waves, irregular trees and stars all out of line show that chaos can be beautiful.

And yes. You were that beautiful chaos I ever had. But you are no longer that someone I would dare to give my heart back.

……

Thus, this is the day I forgive my past and close my eyes. ..

I can hear a river flowing inside me again, those waves of the ocean hitting my soul once again and indeed the sun shines, lightning up my darkness nights.

Written by: Marydel Mitch Flores
Photo Credit: hqpictures.net

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Cry When it Hurts

Many people complain saying, “Life is so unfair”. Life is FAIR I say, because it is unfair to everybody. All of us have that insufficiencies or maybe insecurities, we get to see from others things that we’ve always wanted to have, we all know that it hurts a lot.
I can define pain as a drastic feeling that triggers tears to come out and is sometimes uncontrollable. No one likes it! I reacted a lot, agreeing, to a punch line from a book entitled “The Fault In Our Stars” that says, “Pain demands to be felt”. I am 100% sure that no human has ever existed on earth that had not encountered or experienced pain or adversity.
Pain is supposed to be a momentary feeling yet it can last for a very long time when it’s not settled within us. It may in fact cause a mental disorder called Post-traumatic syndrome also known as Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). It is a problem of the inner-self, especially in the mind, of a person who underwent a terrifying event in the past and just negatively reacted to it long after. Unsettled pain may result to ignorance of the things happening around which is so dangerous.
According to researchers, a person with Post-traumatic stress disorder experiences severe anxiety, nightmares and frequent flashbacks about the event. The things they need to have are time and good self-care. But the question is, how can this be prevented?
For me it’s simple, just cry, cry when it hurts the most, cry when your heart cannot bear the pain any longer, cry and let go of the ache, cry and then accept the not-so-good happenings in the past.
Others may think that crying is for the weak ones, this I strongly disagree. Crying actually helps ease the pain, it lets you pour out all the disappointments, failures, rejections and hardships.

So if you are undergoing such difficult situation right now, having hard time to let go of the wrong decisions made in life and have all enough reasons to give up, think back the time you chose to be strong and why you stayed strong. Go through it and you’ll surely overcome it. You’ll become a better version of you, stronger than ever before. It’s okay to pause for a while and cry when it hurts.

Written by: Irish Alonzo
Photo Credit: Reference.com

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Alas-onse y meja na ng gabi. Rinig na rinig ko ang tunog ng bawat butil ng ulan sa bubungan na parang martilyo ng mga karpintero habang pumupukpok ng pako sa katabing bahay. Medyo inaantok na rin ako dala ng sunud-sunod na pagpupuyat dahil patapos na ang sem. Maya-maya’y naisipan kong makinig sa aking playlist para hindi makatulog. Di nagtagal ay tinamad na talaga ako, kaya nama’y unti-unti kong tinangkang isara ang aking mga mata, at nang halos nag-uumpisa na akong managinip, may kung anong nag-vibrate sa bandang ulunan ko. Cellphone ko pala. Habang inaabot ko ito’y hinihiling ko na sana nagtext siya ng “good night”, kahit sa GM man lang. Ganun ako kababaw. Pero sapat na ‘yon para makatulog ako ng mahimbing.

Mag-aapat na buwan na rin mula nang inamin ko ang nararamdaman ko para sa kanya. Hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin masabi kung maganda ba ang resulta ng ginawa ko. Hindi ko alam kung napalapit ba ako sa kanya o lalong napalayo. Pero kuntento na ako kung ano kami ngayon.

Mga dalawang linggo pagkatapos ng “aking pag-amin”, hiningi ko yung cellphone number niya. Pakapalan na ’yon ng mukha. Desperado na akong mas lalo siyang makilala. Siya nga pala, siya ang bestfriend ng close friend ko. Hindi ko alam kung anong nagustuhan ko sa kanya, pero kung ibabalik yung unang pagkakataon na nakilala ko siya, sasabihin kong siguro, mapang-akit lang talaga yung kakaiba niyang mga mata. Sabi pa ni Bruno Mars, “Her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they’re not shining”.

Alam niyo ba iyong hindi niyo alam na ‘yun na pala ‘yon? Siya kasi yung first crush ko sa college. At isang taon muna ang lumipas bago ko marealize na gusto ko pala talaga siya. Malas nalang niya, siya ang nakita ko. Over-reacting kasi akong tao. Masyadong madrama. Pero ang nakakatuwa doon, sa tuwing magdadrama ako, napipigilan niya. Nagmumukha tuloy akong sunud-sunuran na parang aso. Pero okay na rin. At least hindi ako nagiging malungkot.

Sa sobrang bait ko sa kanya, idinadownload ko siya ng mga movie minsan kapag may internet ako. Pagkatapos nun magmimeet kami para magpacopy. May time noon na hinintay ko siyang matapos yung klase nila. Mga ilang oras din ang nagdaan, habang naka-indian sit sa hallway, nakita ko siyang kasama yung isa niyang kaibigan na naglalakad papalapit. Grabe ang bilis ng kalabog ng dibdib ko nung mga oras na yun. Pero bigla nalang bumalik sa normal nung makita kong nilagpasan nila ako. Akala ko pupuntahan niya ako. Idinaan ko nalang sa pagpefacebook ang pagkabroken-hearted ko. Halos tutok na tutok ang mukha ko sa screen ng laptop ko, nang biglang may parang familiar na figure ng papalapit sa akin ang nagpatigil sa tibok ng puso ko; lumingon ako at nakita ko siya. Bumalik siya para sa’kin. Sa sobrang taranta, lumingon ako sa likuran para siguraduhing ako nga ang hinahanap niya. Ang awkward talaga.

“Steve, pacopy ako ng movies..”. Narinig ko siya pero hindi ako tumitingin. Hindi ko kaya. Ni hindi ko kayang mag-utter ng kahit anong salita. Isinalaksak ko yung flashdrive para magcopy ng file, sinafely remove, tapos diretsong ibinigay sa kanya. Aalis na sana siya nang mukhang tanga akong nagtanong, “Uuwi ka na?”. “Yeah, uuwi na ako. Salamat.” “Sige” – yan lang ang tanging nasabi ko. Kahit na sa utak ko, “HINTAYIN MO AKO. IHAHATID NA KITA.”. Napaka-slow ko na, ang weak pa. Hinintay ko siyang makalayo ng konti at dali-dali akong nag-ayos para masundan siya. Pero paglabas ko ng gate, wala na siya. Malayo na.

Sa loob ng apat na buwan marami-rami na rin ang mga nangyari. Doon ko rin napagtanto na mataas talaga ang self-confidence niya. Palagi niyang sinasabing cute siya. At nung tinanong ko kung bakit para mapatunayan niya, speechless ako nung sinabi na niyang, “kasi crush mo ako :P”. Simula noon palagi ko na siyang kinukulit tungkol diyan. Hanggang sa umabot sa “Ang ganda ng moon. Parang ikaw lang.”. Ang corny corny talaga pakinggan pero para sa akin, masaya na ako.

Di ko malilimutan yung moment na nakita ko siya kung paano matakot sa mga nakakatakot na bagay na para sa akin, hindi naman talaga. Tuwang-tuwa ako habang tinatakpan niya ang mga tenga niya para di niya marinig yung sounds. Hindi ako sigurado kung ako nga ba ang dahilan pero may gabi noon na tinatakot ko siya sa text, at hindi na siya nakatulog nang dahil doon.

Naabot ko rin ang cellphone ko na kanina ko pang kinakapa nang nakapikit. Medyo nayamot ako nang malaman kong hindi siya ang nagtext pero yung close friend ko. Sa hindi kapanipaniwalang pagkakataon, bigla akong nawalan ng hininga nang mabasa ko yung text niya: “Steve, patay na si Jenny. Sinaksak ng holdaper habang pauwi. Andito kami ngayon sa morgue ng St. Paul’s. Baka gusto mong pumunta. Textback please..”.

Patay na si Jenny. Patay na yung kaisa-isang taong kinahuhumalingan ko. Wala na. Dahil sa kapusukan ng aking pagkatao, at dahil na rin sa ito ang henerasyon kung saan ang crush ay parang love na rin, dali-dali kong kinuha ang matalim kong cutter sa aking cabinet, at hindi nagdalawang isip na laslasin ang pulso sa aking leeg. Alam ko kasing sigurado ang pagkamatay kung ganoon.

Alas-dose ng hatinggabi. Tumila na ang ulan. Pero dinig ko ang pagpatak ng aking dugo sa sahig.

Isinulat ni: Philip Gaje
Photo Credit: shemazing.net

The Reason Behind Her Smile

The reason behind her smile is what makes my mind busy. I mean who can’t stand a smile coming from a beautiful lady?

Of all the things she wears, stylistic dress or dangling accessories, nothing beats the smile she has when she looks at me.

I gave her a gift and flowers in different hues. We drove to parks and strolled the beach to forget the blues. When the sun came down, I walked with her to their home and when we reached the porch, I looked at her face and felt the love like a burning torch.

Before I go, I took her hand and asked her a question. “It’s late but would you tell me who’s behind those smiles of yours?”

Her cheeks turned red, and her hands gone warm. I was holding my breath, she whispered, “it is you of course!” That moment, how I wish I could stop the time.

Written by: Edward Vincent “Wa Do” Canaya
Photo Credit: Mac Simbajon