hurt ... bleeding ... wallowing
self encased
pity
shuddering ... shaking like
leaf at sight of
perpetual fall
all's bleak, black and serene
no hushed movement nor
trampling in the undergrowth
stripped of all glory
awaiting the sight
of falling leaves.
-- 09/08/1998
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Do I still have it?
There's always a rush . Yearning... planning .. re planning ... bangayan ng idea. Like wanting to do it .. and maybe just wishing to do it .. versus ... really serious in doing it ...
One of my co-workers asked me today while I illegally check out "schools of Journalism" on the web -- "Are you good in writing ?" ... I replied -- "I used to ..."
The fire died. The ember is still there but it's not enough.
The fire is dead. It needs a spark.
The spark needs to emanate from within.
Is it still there?
Do I still have it?
One of my co-workers asked me today while I illegally check out "schools of Journalism" on the web -- "Are you good in writing ?" ... I replied -- "I used to ..."
The fire died. The ember is still there but it's not enough.
The fire is dead. It needs a spark.
The spark needs to emanate from within.
Is it still there?
Do I still have it?
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