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Who What When Where Why How

How do I love you and hate you?
How do I want to run away from you and fall into your arms?
How is it that memories sicken me, and hurt me, and make me feel such joy and love?
Why is it that I never want to feel your touch again but stay awake at night longing for it?
I never want to see or talk to you again.
Each second without you is a stabbing pain of longing.
How were you so kind yet so cruel?
So understanding yet so clueless.
Why are you my worst moments and my best?
Why were you my first everything?
Why did none of my firsts count?
How can I feel so sure yet so conflicted?
Why do I feel like you were the one to leave?
What right do I have to be heartbroken?
What right do you have to be the victim?
Why are you so hard to forget yet so easy to leave behind?
How can I do the right thing yet still feel guilty?
What were these months and these moments?
How could I leave them behind?
How could I do this to someone I love?
How could you?
When was enough enough?
Was it enough or was I weak?
How can the word abuser mean the same as highschool sweetheart?
How do I call something abuse if it is only hypothetical?
Why is everything so grey and convoluted? 
How can I not know or not be sure?
Who were you all this time? Who was I? 
Who are we now?
Where are you now?
It feels like you died.
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Premium Member What About the Gaps

Got my schedule
But there were gaps
I asked people 
Why are there gaps?
They told me the same thing
The empty spaces are times I can do whatever I want

What?
No one ever told me that college is different than highschool
I had no idea
I would be able to do whatever I wanted
DURING THE DAY TIME

This was my first idea that college was going to be much easier
Than I had ever guessed
Got to my first class
They handed out a syallabus.
Had never heard of such an animal
The professor said
Follow the syllabus
He said he did not care if we ever came to class
Except on a test date

What?
College rocks!

Make confession, better make no confession

Love, friends and friendship became a puzzle  for me
This puzzle that I could hardly solve became a tragedy 
That I found myself in the middle of the puzzle. 
At first I thought solving the puzzle would be easy 
But the more I thought about it, the harder it became 

Confess, don't confess but confess came from all sides
And choosing among the three seemed impossible
Being friends was really cool but my heart wanted more
That I could hardly spend a minute not thinking about it
And I believed love was better but friendship became a barrier 

I approached a friend and he told me to make a move
Moving to another friend she told me not to as
She believed friendship was better than Highschool romance 
Which is childish and faints faster than expected 
Contrasting to childhood friendship which lasts until old age. 

Old age is a dream of mind and a nightmare for your heart 
And our hearts never lie and Your heart is heavier than you know 
And only confession can off-burden the weight. 
A beautiful whisper startled me, my friend true lovers are friends
And lovers are partners, confession will weaken the bond
And patience pays off a bigger bill than impatience

Short Story........ About My Book

Summer love, starts slowly. But as the summer nights last longer, so do the 
feelings of love resonate in the air for young lovers. This is exactly where our 
story begins. It all started near the end of August. I had just found out my family 
was on our way, to packing up in a race to move to Toronto Ontario in just about 
seven days. I had no idea, how much my life in Everett would have changed my 
life forever. 

There was this boy, of course there always is a boy. In highschool he seemed to 
be the quiet type. You know the mysterious ones, that you look at in the corner of 
your eye and tease. He barely exchanged glances back, and when he did I would 
always flash a mischievious smile. Oh the glory days, when you get all dizzy from 
the sensation of  "crushes".  I have never been able to clearly tell someone, when 
I feel something for them, and this was definetly a case. We did as most people 
do these days. We exchanged msn's and spoke nightly for hours. In the secret 
quiet of the night, I finally got to know him. He was kind, and sweet, the type of 
guy I never thought I would fall for. It just seemed right, if you know what I  mean. I 
always went for the angsty, bad boy basically the hottie in the leather jackets 
leaning over their trans- ams. So what was so special about James. He was this 
diamond in the rough. At first glance, almost dull. But as you looked closer, the 
most brilliant color. He could make me laugh, he had one of the highest 
intellects of anyone I had ever known, and the most captivating eyes. I remeber 
looking in them, and feeling as if the dark brown pools could suck me in and 
keep me there forever.

Our relationship to start, was that of a slow one. He went with walks with me, 
humourously walking on the other side of the path from me. I remeber always 
thinking, " When is this kid going to smarten up, and hold my hand." But everyone 
has those sort of stories when they are young. From there on out every second of 
the day, I could I would be spending the day with him. He was the one release 
from the pressures of the hustle and the panic inside of my home. My parents 
indecision to pick up our lives and move was to say the least exhuasting. I grew 
nauseated as every day past, because what I knew what was to come was for 
the worst.
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385 Ikaw Pa Lang!

385.

Ikaw Pa Lang!



Handurawon ta ang mga nagliligad

Sg sini nga buluthuan ukon unibersidad

Nga ginpatindog sg isa ka opisyales nga tampad



Nagahingalanan kay Victor Tanco

Sang siya alkalde pa lang sadto

Sa banwa sg Capiz nga tupad sg Iloilo



Bulan sg Agosto Nineteen Eighty-One

Sang ginplano sa Dumarao ang PSPC nga eskwelahan

3 ka tawo (Tanco, Leonor kg Botin) ang sini nag-isturyahan



Gani sg 1982, ang maragtason nga proyekto natuman na

Si Dr. Nenita Beluso ang administrador nga pinakauna

4 ang primerong manugtudlo – Hachuela, Ojacastro, Ariola kg Baranda



Agriculture ang pinakauna nga kurso diri

Ginsundan sg Education, Computer, Vet. Med. kg Criminology

5 ka tribo sg kaharian sg PSPC



Pagraduate ko sa highschool sang tuig Dos Mil Kwatro

Nagkadto sa Dumarao si Presidente Gloria Arroyo

Iya gin-ilisan ang PSPC sg CapSU, Vice Gov. palang kato si Tanco



Oh Gob. Tanco, ikaw pa lang ang alkalde sg banwa nga ini

Nga nakapatindog sg unibersidad diri

Ang CapSU nga sadto anay PSPC!



-10/15/2015

(Dumarao)

*for Gov. Tanco's 71st Birthday
Form: Rhyme


114 My 27th Leaf

114.

My 27th Leaf



Picked thee on head high

With crowd my side by

From batchmates away

To them again, hey

It's called here “apoy”



A highschool batchmate

Parish affiliate

Rich and religious

Family Venus

Of the Ilawod



Fourth month and sixth day

It's a Good Friday

After procession

Night lights were turned on

Before the “duaw”



Where people cluster

On banwa proper

Second last caro

Float San Enchero

A Station of Cross



Again with batchmates

Like the former years

Somehow miracle

Rare get-together

The Lord bonds us here!



-04/06/2012

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection
Form: Rhyme

70 My Life in Dumarao

70.

My Life in Dumarao



Dumarao – teen and adult abode

Where memories are both good and bad



My gratefulness when I received from thee

School honor garnered unexpectedly



But in exchange I got few friends only

Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely



Our improved house resembling a prison

My routine changed, I was in derision



The field not ours was developed further

Without buying it from the landowner



Father's money were quickly exhausted

Everynight's like party – glasses toasted



Foods that we should eat – to animals fed

Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead



So there emerged our sari-sari store

Which I needed also to take care for



Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot

To redeem my lost school honor I plot



Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen

In school competitions where we should win



After all, tragic OLSI memory

Taught me never again to be bossy



And when I was already in UP

My vow in life was full humility



On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao

On weekends, I went back to Dumarao


Where life was still and moving in slow pace

So when I thought I was behind the race



Worked even before I marched from college

On government office even low wage



Not disappointed, but discontented

To Metro Manila I bravely fled



Tutor in Korean Academy

Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly



At those times of blatant stupidity

To home once again with my family



Maybe fate wants me to be here

Dumarao's love for me may be sincere



And I think I'm also loving thee now

If our love fails again, there's broken vow



Now, your weakness I slowly understand

My test of faith I patiently withstand.



-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection
Form: Rhyme

Tableau Noir Part 1

I recall primary school as if it were yesterday.
Pencil and notebooks, not like today. 
I recall in primary school, there was always respect. 
But now, it seems to have fallen on deaf ears the meaning.. such regret.

I recall in primary school, getting sent to the office shaking in absolute fear.
Nowadays a kid gets called. Who cares, they mock and cheer.
I recall in primary school, some pupils being held back a year. 
Nowadays all passing grades, forcing the child to fall behind, they had to follow their peers.

It's truly sad that yesteryear has not shown the way.
It seems like holding them back will never come back one day.
I recall highschool. For me it was a lot of fun.
But if you failed, there was really no place to run.

I recall highschool, yes you had your cliques.
But knowing this, I was certain to always had my wits.
I never followed, I tried more to lead.
Skipping class, made you an ass.
This is fact..... indeed!

Please go to Part 2
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Premium Member A matter of perspective

Back in school, it seemed time was at a standstill. In hindsight, it seemed
like a hell we needed to to go through and survive as best we could so as to earn our freedom.
 
Back then, I wish someone had showed me a jar of marbles ~ one marble
for every year of my life. Let's say even just 60, and pick out 4 or 5
that represent those highschool years ~ look at all the marbles left :
THAT's your life, the few in your hand are just some kind of twisted test…


courage and patience
bridging to the other side
freedom lies ahead



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Submitted on May 18, 2025 to contest 'YOUR CHOICE i' sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
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Solace

Never have I ever imagined such a warm feeling                                                                                                                                               That day, when all my hope seemed to crumble                                                                                                                                            You felt my frustration and sorrows without me trying                                                                                                                                             And you were there to console me, to give me a hug 
                                                                                                                                                 
Suddenly I felt warm tears on my cheeks that I couldn’t hold back                                                                                                                                            But I don’t think that I can call that feeling sadness                                                                                                                                        Not when I felt your presence next to me                                                                                                                                      And not when you were braiding my hair gently                                                                                                                                      I think that I was reassured and I felt…………………Solace?

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