There are people who are good at expressing their thoughts through speaking. May mga tao rin naman na mas pinipiling ipakita ang mga salita nila sa pamamagitan ng drawing, dancing, or writing. It depends on them kung saan sila komportable.
But in my case, I prefer to write it down. I am not saying that I'm good at writing pero mas komportable akong isulat ang mga nakatagong salita sa malinis na papel.
I have freedom in writing. I have control of everything because I am the author of it. I am the god of my writing. Thinking about it makes me calm. Readers can either protest or love the way I write but they can't do anything about it because I am the creator. Sa lahat, ako ang may control. No one will touch any of my letters.
Iyon nga lang, may panghuhusga pa rin sa pagsusulat but a writer doesn't write to impress everyone. Normal lang naman na hindi lahat na makakabasa ay magugustuhan ang akda ng manunulat. As long as there's someone reading and supporting your piece, continue writing. Don't stop just because one butterfly didn't pick your petals, there are still butterflies that go back over and over again to your petals.
"I will give you one hour to finish your poem. Any theme will do."
Almost all of my classmates make noises to protest but I only shrugged. This is better than listening to a one-hour discussion.
I started listing down words.
Pinuno ko ng mga salita ang papel hanggang makabuo ako ng mga pangungusap.
Under her red cloth, there's a buried furtive
Waiting for others to unveil
White pants with red stains,
What is it all about?
Covered body turns into naked body
Walls pulling back the whispered shouts
Bruised skin and bloodshot eyes
But everyone's obsessed with lies.
She who is the victim became the villain
A messed, they thought
But she's only waiting to uncover the truth,
Truth... Who cares about the truth?
After I finished writing, I felt relieved... I felt at ease. Hindi ako nanginig o nakaramdam ng bigat sa damdamin. I only felt that something in my heart gets freed.
Parang ang mga salitang gustong ibagkas ng batang Solace ay tuluyan ng nakalaya at inilapad ng hangin sa bawat sulok ng mundong 'to.
That's why I love writing... No one knows that the writing came from the writer's experience or this is the life the writer dreamed of kaya isinulat n'ya iyon para kahit papaano, may makakakita ng mundo na iginawa n'ya sa kan'yang utak.
"May nagsusulat pa ba?" Our teacher asked, no one respond so she expected a no from her question.
We were tasked to share our poem in front of the class. Kinabahan agad ako.
Nauna si Reni. I don't have any idea why some of my classmates are already laughing even if he's not yet sharing his work.
Nagkatinginan kami ni Shaira. I can see in her eyes that she's also curious why my classmates are giggling. Nagkibit-balikat nalang ako sa kan'ya dahil kagaya lang din n'ya ako na walang alam sa nangyayari.
Reni bit his lips like he was suppressing his laugh and cleared his throat before opening his mouth.
"For all the times that you rain on my parade. And all the clubs you get in using my name."
Pilit pinipigilan ng mga kaklase ko ang hagikhik nila but how can they stop laughing when the speaker himself has a hard time suppressing his laugh?
"You think you broke my heart, girl for goodness sake. You think I'm crying on my own, well I ain't."
It's lyrics from Love Yourself!
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