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, December 1, 2013

Snow White:

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Banta iyon ng Kamatayan. Isang mapulang mansanas na alok ng aleng tampalasan Batid mong ito'y patibong. Hindi ikaw ang dapat maghirap H...

"Walang maniniwala"

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Sa muling pagkabuhay ng mga patay mahihintatakot, maninilukluhod mga buhay luluhod at mananangis ng kagimbal-gimbal "Nagsa-demony...

"Sa Esmirna"

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"Sa Esmirna" Ito ang simula at wakas: bilang na ang hakbang ng bawat bakas makalalaya, bawat tanikala'y makakalas Pagkat baba...
Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Ulan sa Kapanahunan

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Sa pagbuhos ng ulan papatak sa bubong at dadaloy sa alulod mapupuno ang timbang nakasahod aapaw ito, aapaw nang aapaw hanggang sa um...

DO NOT BE AFRAID OF A Ghost

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DO NOT BE AFRAID OF A Ghost When we interrupted Silence of the ghost there's our own concept bent, crooked , curved we now so afra...

Perfectly Imperfect

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Hindi lang para sa maganda at gwapo ang love story dahil kahit sa daigdig ng mga abstract ang mukha may tumutubo paring pag-ibig... para...
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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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