Reymond S. Cuison -->tintang-puti (les indies libretas)

Walang may ari ng liquid eraser Ito ay nasa ating lahat, sipatin at pakialam, wala naman daw perpekto, kaya nga sa pinagdaanang mga gusot, hindi na ko magpapalusot, kayo na lang ang lumukot sa pahina ng mga kapangahasan kong ito... : ), P.S hindi ako writer, nagsusulat lang!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Ikaw na Tenga ng Lupa

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Iyon marahil ang pula dugo ang amoy niyon may alingasaw na nanunuot sa ilong mabagsik ang sangsang -sa pagragasa ng dugo mula sa ...
Friday, November 4, 2011

Control

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Wild wind blowing heavy storms I know I can’t stop it I can’t control So I’m waiting till the sky draws rainbow then the se...
Tuesday, November 1, 2011

ISANG PANGAKO SA WAITING SHED

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That's the beauty of above ground tomb here in the Philippines... Kalahating oras na akong nakaupo sa waiting shed. Nag-aaban...
Monday, October 10, 2011

Tha Farting Time

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Nipa hut at the pool side/interior/umaga Sa gilid ng pool, sa loob ng kubbol, sa mesang may laman ng iba’t ibang chitchiria at tatlon...

REACHING HIGH

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Everytime i wanted to climb and reach mountains of my doubts and goals of my life holding my faith, my trust, my all to teach what ...

Pagpanaw

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PAGPANAW (raven hawk's suicide note) Lumalangoy ang isip sa dagat ng kaisipan umaasang maapuhap ng makwentuhan ang kariktan nit...
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NUCLEUS (Looking back to alaala)

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Binuklat ko ang dating diaryng inaamag na sa sulok ng kabinet ko. iyon yung binayaran namin ng 60pesos kay Mam. Corazon bilang project nami...
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I am prosaic, of being a just that spitting bubbly tint, with its undividable mean. Cause some of it means nothing. Totally null. I am a dreamer, with timeless sleep, always at the midst of illusions, at the countless wondering. I stared at the blank pages then I weigh unnumbered pressured images, with a blurred state, and undone, unpolished. As I imitating this Quote by Fowler “writing is easy. All you have to do is stared at the blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead” so I stop compromising… Here I am, striving to escape from conformity out of my own Pandora’s Box. I am still looking for myself. Looking forward, but my eyes is not at present, yet crucifying my philosophy that destiny draws the fate and the future is placed on what the place it is destined, on where only the greatest and powerful will remain. I have treasures that I can offer to the one who believes that I’m deserves to believe then, but the treasures I have is still unknown, unrevealed, unnamed… _RSC-ungramatical
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