JAS about me...

Been seating here for almost an hour Thinking what could I do to help you out But I could not think of any Other than loving you more dearly. Every day that passes by Despite not having you here at my side I still feel you holding my heart And for me that is more than enough. Years from now, we'll get old But, still, my hands are yours to hold I will lock you in my arms just like the old days Feel that very moment of happiness that cannot be replaced. I love you and that's all I know And through all the highs and all the lows No matter how strong the wind blows Remember, I will still stick with you  and will never let go. --nimsaj_acilegna    05.20.12--

 I. The teacher built a temple With loving and infinite care planning each arch with patience Laying each stone with prayer II. None saw her unceasing effort None knew her wondrous plan For the temple the teacher built Is unseen by the eyes of man III. Gone are the builders' temple Crumbled into dust Low lies the stately pillar Food for consuming rust IV. But the temple the teacher built Will last while the ages roll For the beutiful, unseen temple is the child's immortal soul.

Kurutin mo ang tulis na dulo At hubaran ang palibot nito Pero huwag mong balatan ng tuwiran ‘Yung tama lang para mayroon kang makagat Lasapin mo ang lahat ng nakalantad na laman Piho, may aagos na katas, agapan mo Kasi baka tumulo sa kamay mo Ang pinakamahusay nga’y dilaan mo na ito Sumige ka lang, kahit na puro katas Ang nguso mo’t baba – masarap naman At kapag nangalahati ka na hubaran mong Dahan-dahan ang natitira’t kagatin Mula sa itaas, mula sa tagiliran Sa pagkatas nito, kahit na pahalik ka’t pasipsip na Hindi maiiwasang may tutulo sa mga daliri mo Pero huwag mong bitiwan Huwag mong pakadiin Kasi hindi masarap ang lamog o ang malapirot na Ipitin mo sa mga labi ang basang buhok Sipsipin mong pahagod hanggang maubos ang katas Tapos hubaran mo na ng tuluyan Baliktarin mo’t kagatin mula sa ilalim Banayad, hanggang sa may malambot sa dila himurin hanggang buto. --way back our LIT CRIT days...

by: Wislawa Szymborska  Both are convinced that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together. Beautiful is such a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful. Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that nothing was happening between them. What of the streets, stairways and corridors where they could have passed each other long ago? I'd like to ask them whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door ever being face to face? an "excuse me" in a crowd or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver. But I know their answer: no, they don't remember. They'd be greatly astonished to learn that for a long time chance had been playing with them. Not yet wholly ready to transform into fate for them it approached them,then backed off, stood in their way and, suppressing a giggle, jumped to the side. There were signs, signals: but what of it if they were illegible. Perhaps three years ago,or last Tuesday did

by Rudy Francisco I want you to bite my lips until I can no longer speak, and then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure that she never comes up in our conversations. I’m gonna be honest; I’m not really a love poet. In fact every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp,just to show me how painful love can be. Sometimes my pencils break ,just to prove to me that every now and then love-takes a little bit more work than you planned. See, I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in Braille. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. See, I always believe that real love is kind of like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed. It’s pure,and imperfect,just the way that God intended. I’m gonna be honest; I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love… I swear that my first poem-it would be about you. About how I love you the same way that

"Agos" -nimsaj_acilegna- Ang tinig na sa aki'y umaaliw, Mga matang animo'y naglalambing Nagsusumamong damhin at dinggin ang mumunting hiling ng pusong uhaw sa pag-ibig. Samyo at daloy ng dugo Patuloy na kumakabit sa aking buong pagkatao Na pilit pinag-iisa, pinagbibigkis Ng pagmamahal na walang kasintamis. Tibok ng puso'y di mapigilan sa pagpintig ng mabilisan Sa tuwing aking nasisilayan At aking nararamdaman Kakulitang tunay niyang katangian. Kasalanan mang maituturing ang pagsunod sa silakbo ng damdamin Matinding pagkagulumihanan man idulot nitong "lihim" na pagtangi Masaktan man ng higit Nitong tinatawag na "bawal na pag-ibig" Puso'y patuloy na pipintig sa agos ng kabaliwan ng sa kaniya'y tumatangi.

Kung tuluyang ika'y mawawala Ano na ang kahihinatnan Ng mga pangarap na binuo Kasama ng mga pusong nananahan Sa lilim ng ating pagmamahalan? Kung tuluyang ika'y mawawala Saan na mapupunta Ang pagmamahal na inilaan Na tanging sa iyo'y Buong-buo ibinigay? Kay hirap namang isipin Na ang dalawang pusong Minsang nagbigay-saya Ay maghihiwalay Nang dahil lamang sa iba. Pilit lumalaban ngunit bakit iba Ang pakiramdam na nag-iisa ka lang? Animo'y isang dahong nakabitin sa sanga Naghihintay lamang na dampian Ng hangin at malaglag sa lupa.  Aasa na lamang na maramdaman Ng pusong ngayo'y balisa Ang pangangailangan pa Ng pagmamahalang uhaw Sa pag-ibig nating dalawa. -bakit ko ba naisulat ito? hahaha :))  *Weird*