After a while... (just a post)

It has been a while since my last post... and I... I don't know. It seems.... nah... I don't that's it. Anyway, while I wasn't here or doing anything stupid. (I think that's it should be called.) I'm writing little notes, that were untitled and poorly dated by my phone. (YES I'M WRITING TEXT IN MY PHONE. Lucky me, I got a lot of free time.) I'll be giving them titles based on their poorly recorded dates, I'm too lazy to come up with titles. Besides, I believe only before I write could I give them titles. Giving them names now, would... somehow make it inappropriate. Guess... That's it.

9/19/12
"Perhaps the woods no longer want me lost. Perhaps to be lost once is enough for a traveller. Perhaps it wasn't I but the forest who was once lost and I who want to lose you no more. So it is I who had to be lost and you, I lose."

9/29/12
"Would you want to have the power of god?"

11/1/12
"Poetry is for those who can love"

2/1/13
"Ang tindera ninakawan
Ng mga batang kawatan.
Ang ale ay nawalan
At mga bata patuloy na
nawawalan.
Sino kaya
Ang mas tunay na nakakaawa?
Ang bata
O matanda?
At ano nga ba
Ang tunay na nawawala?"

4/20/13
"If you grew wings while I don't. Would you le me fly with you? Carry me to the farthest stars,like a shining Valkyrie that delivers hero to"

4/20/13
"Dapat pa bang muling bumalik
sa kakahuyang minsa'y nawala?
Isang pagibig na niman ako'y napaluha't
Nawalawan ng saysay sa buhay.
Isang kagubatan kung saan ako lumuha
At daan-daang nagluluntian mga dahon
Aking inukitan ng mga tula na alay lamang sa pag-ibig.
Sa kagubatang nawala, ako'y napaibig sa
Huni ng iyong mga giliw at ngiting mapangakit
At sa iyong mga matang ninanais.

Kung ako man ay muling babalik,
Nariyan pa rin ba ang mga dahon, mga ngiti't giliw
at iyong mga mata na bubuo sa aking habambuhay."

5/2/13
"When you grow up, would you stay with me when I'm too old?"

5/2/13
"Sometimes it gets lonely in the forest. That even if I write on the bark and trunks of the most luscious evergreen tree. I can hear only the laughter of each trees lips but not one sight of a single leaf smiling."

5/2/13
"She was just a dream. A rose in the middle of the desert. No one knows if its true yet everyone believes its there. Blooming in the loneliest place, waiting for a treasure hunter to pluck her. Take her away and keep it on his chest. Perhaps along with his treasures or perhaps besides his heatt. But that's if, the huntet finds it before he dies. Or before the rose is found by another treasure or plucked by a playful wind.

Unfortunately, she's in the desert and I'm not. She's a dream and I'm just a dreamer."

5/9/13
"People who cry the most
Have the most beautiful eyes,
For their tears always wash
The clouds away from their sight."

5/10/13
"His voice was tired and yet his smile concealed it well. Everyday is always a journey for himself and yet not too long not to laugh."

5/12/13
"A dream that will nevef come true or a truth we will never dream of?"

I'll add the rest next time. Sorry it this post is too short. Hello again.