Bonnies Time (Life and Death)

                    

It hurt I could tell. A story of a couple Bonnie and Daniel who just have been 5 years married will no longer be together ‘till they get white hairs.

After they had fought for their love story were their parents are against to it because of what they called “langit and lupa” the woman Bonnie is a daughter of a lawyer and a ranch owner. While the man  Daniel is a typical son of a peasants. But the couple proved that the status of living is not the barrier after all.

Bonnie 28 years old, had said she was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of  dying. She had a breast cancer. She was afraid it was going to be hurt. She never had fear of anything, especially not physical pain until she’d endured months of surgeries, radiation theraphy, and chemotherapy. The doctor said it was severe and after 6 months she could be dead, upon hearing  this Daniel felt the world tumble over him. How could he live without bonnie? That’s the question he couldn’t answer.  It’s painful that after everything they’ve been through it will going to end up like this.

Daniel sat by Bonnie’s bed that night . they shared old memories little and memorable things that had happened years ago. As in many long challenges there were hurts between them that they manage to live with. “do you forgive me for everything”? He asked.  “none of it matters now” she said. They exchanged words of love. The last hours there were together are some of the most intimate and precious  of their marriage.

sensitivity

once i was lost and now i am found

lost in the middle of the nowhere

nowhere of darkness and anger

i was stumbled and fall

yet learned to fight

fight my weakness in order to survive.

i was seek and now i am healed

seek and tired of all those scenes

scences which in tv you usually seen

i have enough of that

if i wouldn't move on, i might die

die in tears and pain.

weakness isn't failing

losing isn't breaking

life is a cycle, you better keep going.

'x)

The Last Peek

I knew a woman before, shes whom i idolized, i dreamed to be like her someday when i grow up. shes sweet. brainy.beautiful and having angelic attitude. shes a woman of any mans dream.i am seeking for an older sisters affection and i found it to her.. but everything was changed, when her mom and dad separated..i only see her seldom, she jailed herself in their house, shes the only child and its hard for her to decide wether she will go to her mom or dad.. shes loosing herself time at time. she was changed inside and out, shes not the jasmine whom i used to know. from pants to minnies, from simple to thick make-ups,from polite to vulgar! shes fond now of going late at night.. she hide the pain by amusing herself in such wrong deeds she don't even realize that  shes ruining her life with the nonsense things, but one tragic event happened, she got pregnant and the dad is nowhere to find. the only thing she did is to cry, regret and peek the past that once she lost and will never ever comeback.. i promise to myself that from now on, i will never let pain beat me, instead it gives courage to fight!! im not gonna be like her as what i was dreamed to be before. everything changes and so do i!!

Huling berso na isusulat ko

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.

Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabi
at nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."

Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.

Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.
Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.

Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.
Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.

Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.
At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.

Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.
Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.

Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.
Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.

Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.
Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.

Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.
Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.

Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.
Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.

Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.
Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.

Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.
Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.

Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig
hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.

Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,
at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.