Writing is one of my passions. I was able to compose short stories years ago and made attempts to publish them here, but for some reason, I didn't have the courage or confidence to do so. There is no particular genres every time I write, it all depends on what I feel at that moment as I used to express my feelings in writing, whether it's a short story or a poem and regardless if it's about love, friends or family.
After years since my last piece of writing, I can feel something inside of me urging myself to write once again - but this time it will not be a short story, but a poem full of stories. I've just recently returned in the world of poetry when I started to admire someone again, after 5 years of waiting. I want the entire world to know how much I adore him, and aside from that I also want to connect and share pieces of my work with the aim to inspire and motivate individuals who has the same passion as me in writing, more particularly in poetry. I'd like to share to all of you our story, how it all began, and how the impossible turned into possible. And/or how we ended as well? Did we? Or maybe we haven't really started anything yet?
I hope you guys will support me until the 365th day. Yes, this will be my 365 poems for him - you'll read his name 365 times - and I will be writing about him for 365 days. This is what the title 365 of Mark means, it's just all about him.
I can't promise to meet all your expectations, but I can guarantee you'll like every part of my poems. I hope you can also get something good and positive when you started reading them. Can't wait to start this new journey until I will be able to turn this into a book.
Thank you, everyone, enjoy reading!
Love,
M 🫶🏻
Mga piyesa ko'y sinusulat habang lumuluha.
Kasabay ng pagpatak ng luha ay ang pagsigaw ng pusong nahihirapan na.
Walang katapusang magsusulat ng mga letra,
ang librong ito'y pupunuin ko ng mga piyesa.
Piyesa na nagtataglay ng tunay kong nadarama,
piyesa na kung saan ako ay malaya.
Malaya upang pumili ng mga salita,
mga salita na galing sa imahinasyon kong kakaiba.
Mga kamay na hahawak sa panulat,
mga mata'y imumulat,
lungkot na 'di masukat mula sa nakaraan ay mauungkat.
Isa, dalawa, tatlo magsusulat na ako.
Puso ko, matatapos na ang paghihirap mo.
Mga mata kong namumugto,
sa wakas matutuyo at mauubos na ang luha mo.
Mga ikinubling saloobin,
ihahayag sa mga letrang nakapaloob sa bawat pahina nito.
Hangga't nabubuhay ako,
pupunan ko bawat blangkong pahina mo.
Sa katapusan ng paglalakbay ko,
libro ng mga piyesa ko ay iiwan ko.
Sa paghimlay ko,
kalungkutan ang s'yang katabi ko.