A white-skinny guy came walking in the corridor, holding his thick books and his satchel. He's wearing his thick owl-like eyeglasses as he enters the room full of noisy voices echoing in the four corners.
All of his classmates are busy doing something, chatting with their seatmates and the like.
Nobody notice him.
Nobody did.
As if they don't care about his presence.
But he as a loner, quietly open his book, gently hold his pen and paper and starts creating wide walls. As if his world only revolves in just two dimensions.
One is the REALITY that nobody dares to notice him.
Second is the FANTASY that if he do something great, everybody could admire him a lot.
And so he does.
He put out his magic weapons and throw them up high in the air. A grin suddenly flash as he catch them after falling.
Swiss off.
Smash.
The colorful fireworks arise, glitters of words came falling, flakes of ideas dancing in the ceiling. Magic of words and arts scatter along the four corners of the room.
A twist of humor, a bit of horror, a big part of magic come together as one big fantasies. He inject the ballpoint on a piece of sheet and bleed the dusts of poetry. Rhyming words, nightingale tunes come across the horizon harmonizing the atmosphere.
Everyone gasps as if they're really seeing the true magic behind every words. How the charm of figurative language enchants the audience. The harmony of hyperbole, how the sweetest tingling of simile appears to be and the metaphors truly roaming all around erasing the dusts of irony moments.
Their eyes are full of admiration while watching the nerdy guy casts his magic and bestowed spells to everyone.
The words are floating in the air. Twirling along the curtains and boards.
Just then the nerdy student close his book and put down his pen.
The floating words fall.
The ideas disappear.
The arts vanish from the horizon.
There's no dust of poetry at all.
The atmosphere goes back to normal.
The magic's gone.
He goes back to reality.
Reality that he is just a nobody.
For everyone's eyes, he is an invisible one.
And as usual, nobody cares to notice him sitting at the last row.
Another twists of imagination for him. But what will remain mystery for everyone is...
His magical weapons to escape the judgemental road of reality.
His paper, pen, book, and imagination.
The free tickets to the land of far, far away...
The world full of FANTASIES.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Floating Words, Floating Rhymes
Poetry"Drink up the beauty and bleed out the poetry."
