GIRL ON STRINGS

itinuro ang hintuturo ko sa malapit nang lumubog na araw.

“Nakikita mo ba 'yong araw? Kapag lumubog na iyan, tayo na,” sabi niya.

“Hindi na ako manliligaw nang matagal?“

“Bakit pa? Magnus, hindi panliligaw ang pinatatagal. Ang pagmamahalan ang dapat magtagal,” nakangiti niyang sabi.

“Sabagay, so tayo na?” tanong ko.

“Pagmasdan muna natin ang takipsilim. At sa oras na lumitaw na ang  Girl on Strings This is not the night where you listen to errant cicadas and let your thoughts go astray. This is not the night where tears will fall as if a dam had broken from your chest. This is the night where you will go and pour out your thoughts straight out of your well-formed lips, guitar strings thrumming at your fingertips. buwan, tayo na.”

“Alam mo ba dati, ayaw kong makikita na lumulubog ang araw?” sabi ko kahit malayo sa pinag-uusapan namin.

“Bakit naman?”

“Ayaw ko kasing sumapit ang gabi, gusto ko umaga lang.”

“Pero ngayon, gusto ko na palaging lumulubog ang araw.”

“Bakit naman?”

“Kasi 'yon ang magpapaalala sa akin

You dreamed of this for long not only when you sleep on damp pillows.

You dreamed when you stared at the crumpled paper smeared in black and blue; when you rested your chin in your elbow as you watched brown leaves blow in the breeze; when you hummed softly as you avoided the clear puddles on cracked cement. There will be no staring up your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars tonight. ng nabuo nating pagmamahalan.”

Ngumiti lang siya at umusod palapit sa akin.

“Stella...” Lumingon siya sa akin at tumitig sa aking mga mata.

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal din kita, Magnus. Mula ngayon ay may tayo na.”

At kasabay ng paglubog ng araw ay ang pag-usbong ng pag-iibigan naming dalawa.

—Fidel Writes This is the night where you will go and pour out your thoughts straight out of your well-formed lips, guitar strings thrumming at your fingertips.

When you stand there you will shine: not with the fierce light of the sun; nor the soft glow of the moon.

The lights will be a spectacular show and it's made just for you.

Tonight a dam will break in your chest but you won't be alone to bear it.

Those things you pent up will flow, and there will be shouting and cracked voices, there will be teary eyes, and arms to the sky.

This is the night where you will go and pour out your thoughts straight out of your well-formed lips, guitar strings thrumming at your fingertips.

—Eli Gonzales

[Does] Passion Reincarnate?

In my darkest days, When I can't find my place, You listen everything I say, Writing— my solace.

Passion ignited, Visions in my mind became distorted, Without pen and paper, I am no better.

Nowadays I can't weave words, Ideas were getting blurred, As the days pass it's getting hard, Living with a lost part.

Incomplete, I can't breathe! Passion that I used to lived, Inspiration vanished complete, I tried, but it don't succeed.

I lost my sword, How can I survive in this cruel world? Where everyone can't hear, Thousands of minds think I'm a mere.

Senseless things in my plate Trying to fit in my shape, I guess this is my fate, (Does) passion reincarnate?

—Vaude Cleous Madrid

Every bits and pieces of clouds are unreal The seemingly loud thunders are secretly ill It was the taste of pixie pill

Any shapes and sizes of my thoughts are like smoke They are blinding like my vision just broke When I touch them they swim away in the air A thin flaw, a tiny stoke on my hair

It's like my own universe is sitting on my shoulder Mere whisper of what my imagination can offer If i step down it'll be now or never

Now the colors is dull as i want it to be I can now walk on water or in the sea Fruits of disguise and chameleon Temporary image of imagination

False strength and powerful mask Camouflaging voice that doesn't dare to ask Why does the dreamy dream never last?

Did no one ever wonder why I sleep soundly? Are you not interested in my fantasy?

It's not hard to overcome fears and agony But this quick glimpse of skies ain't scary!

I'm drunk and pretty unaware I've been fooling myself As if anybody cares?

But these drunken sleeves can hold the heaviest fall I did fell and I’m owning it all I'm actually scared to face the truth I drown in the ocean, I fall

Now if anybody is interested at my secret This is my key to forget Yes, forget

I pleaded to the wind of a little bubble to stay I shut down every window, I’m my own to obey My voice is what only matter This is not the real world, it's my universe forever

Count from one, two three A tick of the forbidden free Drunk, drowning [in] fantasy

—Grouvé Orleans

Absolute Melody of Music

Music connects heart, Heart hears everyone's agony Music makes us calm in harmony Music is not just an art

It binds differences, We enjoy, we unite Every beat makes us swing and synchronize, This is where we don't mind races

Everyone can share, We just have to let our heart and soul speak Let yourself seek, The creativity that you bear

Music is the language of every hearts that separated by differences Hearts understand the barrier of our variances

—Celestine Mercadejas

A chain of broken melody— Tale of lass singing with no harmony, It's a shame and a felony— She lives in a world of agony.

Once—a lass met a lad, She loved him so much— gave all she had, But something's always broken— seems their worlds were apart, In the end—they burned their own hearts.

Next part— Same lass with a broken heart, Dreamt a new adventure on some undiscovered shore, But then she fell into a lure and the next thing she knew— she had found her lore.

But then—one magic night, Still—broken melody but found a partner with might, A single dance—she thought she'd found a storybook romance, The thought of having a perfect life for once,

Across the floor—they're gliding, But it's kinda surprising— She can say it never happened and just a dream from the start, But then—she lived her life with a broken heart.

Now—the heartaches made her blind, She chose not to stay kind— Being the antagonist of her own story, She made it easy because of her misery.

—Victoria Katana Madrid

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