the greatest formula to sumthing

a full serving of oblivion to start the day
its more of a recipe than a formula
when you're done, you get to enjoy the
sumptuous taste of revenge and a little bit of hate
a pinch of desperation when you need to break the stone
a little bit of ecstasy to show that you're high
to call the shots, and of course, a little key
of booze to make you so sick that you would
want to throw up the bitter memory - that is love.

however, the most important thing is to have a girl
and a boy. make sure they love each other or else this
would not make any sense. you plant a seed of vendetta
and soon you'll see it blossom into a single.

the phone never rang

just the night before,
the phone never rang
out of pure hope
i wait by the tick of the second
seemingly wishful for a sign of relief
but when the last sounds of the night fell
your voice was never to be heard again.

just the night before,
the phone never rang,
and here i lay, still dreaming of that
shattering sound that'll break through the silence.
and the moment i woke up it was just nothing
all along i thought it just passed by
all along i thought you forgotten
all along i thought we were still together

just the night before i told you that it was over
the phone never rang.
just the night before,
the phone never rang.

This is the type of poem that i would like to compose. It follows no rules, and the most important "part" in composing this "kind" is to never stop writing. Whatever comes to your mind just write it even though it makes no sense. Let the reader, which can also be you, make meaning out of it after a few tries of reading

BUT WAIT! i dont know if i really made this poem, but i think i did. YES I BELIEVE I DID EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THAT I WAS IN A TRANCE.

Gone and Free

- Daniel Macrohon 4i

finding peace in thoughts of you

makes me feel more about us

what would it like be

to be life and love

as pure and serene

too die to see

i know how i'll leave

but when to look at thee

still down to tears left to believe

what more cruelty if you be me

now down on sharp edges here to grieve

wishing both be free

with one time gone

was i just a part of none

if time which what i need

be rivered for me to greed

as long as i could think

of you who never turned

turned backed and blink

but let you know for every

drop of love, which lives

youre in my heart, i carry

and i think she survives

Awit ng Pamamaalam

Huling SExam sa buong buhay ko. Ito'y isang tula sa anyong awit na may estilong sesura. Ang paksa ay umiikot sa pamamaalam. Nasa sa inyo na ang paghuhusga kung sino o ano ang kinakausap ng awit na ito.

Muling Hiling

- ni Daniel Macrohon 4-I

Isipin mo isang buhay ka sa akin,
tila kaluluwa ko ay nabibitin.
Minsan na nga lang ay gusto pang agawin,
dusa't hapdi tuwing wala sa'yong piling.

Bilang Na Ang Araw Mo (Your Days Are Numbered)

April
Bahay kubo kay munti,
init ay napapawi.
Silong na kakaunti,
tagahandog ng ngiti.

June
Magakapatid na biyak,
iyang tubig sumibak.
Itsurang nakabihag,
humahawig sa tanyag.

August
Likas ang kalikasan
maghandog ng halaman.
Samu't sari na kulay,
matagal ring malantay.

October
Underneath we find shelter
beside it to feel better.
Beyond there are more of her.
And it shall last forever.

November
Speak of holes on a tower.
and find the overseer.
glancing through the river
seing who did deliver

February
Dogs are white, white but some black.
Change, in the name of Barrack
Still young and gentle for now
will reborn on the morrow

Un solo instante - sin descansar

SExam - Sulatin Exam
Agoto 24, 2007
3-I # 21

*Maikling pangyayari para sa nobela ng El Filibusterismo ni Dr. Jose Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda.

** Unang A ko sa ikatlong taon ko sa Mataas na Paaralang Ateneo. Sana naman tunay na A ito, at hindi lang tingala-langit ang markang ito. Bwahaha. Salamat Ginoong Villena!

*** Napakasarap pumatay ng tao sa isang kwento. Hindi ko naisip na ganito katindi ang "adrenaline rush".



Un solo instante - sin descansar
"Kahit iglap lamang - walang pahinga"

"Deus meus, Deus meus mabuti't nalang at hindi natuloy. Aba! ano ba itong pinagsasasabi ko? Pero... tiyak mauulit muli!"

Ang isang eskinitang nag-uugnay sa libu-libong iba pa ay tiyak isang problema sa isang banyaga. Mga matatapang o 'di kaya'y mga may-alam ang dumaraan dito. Sa isang kanto, nakahandusay ang tila bulubunduking kawayan at kagamitan na nararapat sa isang kastilyero.

"Hindi na problema sa akin kung kailan, at ang mahalaga ay bumalik ulit sa akin si Maestro Simoun. Tama!", paunti-unting sinigaw ng pirotekniko.

"Nararapat lang ito sapagkat pang dalawahang linggo ang nailagay kong nitro-glisinera. Mga, ulap, uulan ba kayo?", panawagan niya na huwag umulan upang hindi bumaha sa eskinita.

"Mas maraming oras na pagitan, mas maraming ginto. Maari pa siyang humakot ng sandamakmak na kasapi para sa pangkat ni Matanglawin. Ang problema lang talaga ay ang ulan. Kahit kabayo hindi makadadaan dito sa loob ng isang linggo. Diyos ko! Ang init talaga! "

"Kailan na ba akong huling nakalabas dito?", at sinabay ang sindi sa sigarilyo. "Trabaho na naman ulit."

Pinukaw niya. May narinig na malakas na pagsabog.

Nagsimulang umulan.

Isipin Floranteng Umiibig

Sulat Ikatlo
4-I
Tema: Mga tunggalian sa Flora

Isipin Floranteng Umiibig

Walang ibang Laura sa 'king sanggunian,

siya'ng bumagabag sa dibdib, ulo't buhay.

Sa awa ng puso, handugin paraan,

subalit itaas, gustong ipagliban.