As night birds call softly to the sky cicadas and crickets noisily singing as the golden hour slowly drifts by.
Unexpected Life is an essay written by CesarR Banaag Jr and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Catharsis: Healing Through Narrative for the month of June Unexpected Life This is something I didn’t expect, Suddenly everything…
“Piliin mo ang mga bagay na makapagpapasaya sa’yo. Life is too short para ma-stress kaya ENJOY LIFE!”
Sa tanghalia'y hapag ko ang bigat ng konsensiyang pasan-pasan ng dib-dib kong naninikip. Kailan sila titigil? Hindi ko batid. Paulit-ulit, nakakasira, nakakapundi.
Pinili ko sana ang makinig sa iyo. Pinigilan ko sana ang galit sa puso ko.
I live in darkness, the shame of those early years.
Who tosses loose coins in their car ashtray anymore? iPhones, smartphones, life is a video camera ready to shoot, destroy, and expose. No one reads poets anymore.
In fall, poets stretch arms out their spines the centerpiece on crosses on scarecrows, they only frighten themselves.
Minsan, tanggap mo nalang na lagi kang failure. Pero bakit? Bakit palagi nalang? Bakit ang iba ang saya-saya kasi nakuha na nila yung happiness nila sa buhay? Bakit yung iba, simple ang buhay pero napakasaya? Bakit ako? Nabibili ko na ang nais ko.
He’d seen it glint earlier when a shaft of light hit the open box.
He tries to assure himself that he's not but he can't, all evening he cries himself to sleep asking why was he too much of a good thing and too terrible for a bad thing
Perspective is everything. How many times do we ignore reality because it makes us uncomfortable? Sometimes we need to listen to the noise, and sometimes we need to see the obvious.
Unfortunately, a flood of water seeping in the basement of her old rambler home ruined the luggage set and they had to be thrown in the trash. She was sorry to see them go.
Dress up your needs by all means in any style you like but remember not because you refuse to be a bunny you can’t eventually mutate into a puppeteer. We are not guitar heroes to play notes as they are thrown at us from others’ music sheets.
If only thy could have seen, Tears behind my smile, And agony behind my veil.