Ako'y lumikha ng isang tula,
tungkol sa asong walang hugis ang mukha;
Walang dila, walang tenga, walang paa,
This is my first poem. I posted this on Facebook, 29 April 2011, for my nephew Gab.
How one sets aperture
distorts not reality— it is the crop.
Though underexposure dims
A 17-year Old Boy
Minamahal kita, sa katabi mong tabing
Sa alikabok ng kalsada
He didn't tell anyone he would come,
And no one even invited him in too.
Kissing a hand now seems gone,
I wish to see it yet find not one,
Nature, God's perfect piece of art.
The intricate hues of flowers,
I open my eyes as I woke up today,
And thanked God am still alive and free.
This is dedicated to everyone who thinks they are all alone and no one cares about them.