I am standing at the middle of the crowd,
When their mouths, doesn't spill a tea of sense
I usually stay at the writing forest,
Where the magical letters are embracing me.
Where the exciting journey of writing sentences are smiling at me.
Where the series of paragraphs are making my mind to dance.
My silence, lead me into wonderful world of speaking,
Speaking through writing.
A pen, is my sword, a sharp and pointed steel
Which makes my thoughts to be written, and eventually
To be aired, and shared to many
A pen, is my weapon, whoever, who attacks me,
A pen, is my weapon to save me from those intruders
Somehow, people, have to realized,
That, not all things deserves an oral comeback
Sometimes, they deserve a written comeback
Specifically, when their mouths, doesn't spill the tea of any sense.
BINABASA MO ANG
MP LIGHTS: 143
Poesía-Hugot? Sad? Poem lover? -This book is a collection of random poems. Free verse by nature with some traditional patterns. -Minsan kase mapapatigil ka nalang... Hanggang sa itatanong mo nalang sa mga bituin kung lahat ba ng ito ay isang panaginip?
