Nature Destroyed

(04 October 2006)
* a poem I made as a favor for Quicel B. Santos for her NSTP subject in UA(Pampanga)


I slept
while it's still bright outside.
I dreamt
of a nice house
in a well -known village
in a prosperous town.
When i woke up,
It was already dark.



RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

DAWN

(04 October 2006)
* a poem I wrote as a blog entry for CW10


I heard the song of the rooster.
It was still dark outside.
But I needed to get up.




RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

BLACKROSE

(02 October 2006)
* a poem I wrote as a blog entry for CW10 (J. Duque) <1st>

A rose
was once perched on a
lively bush without care
of the world for
the wind is always fresh
that it doesn't damage her
petals.
But then,
a storm came,
with the howling wind
and furious shower
that forever broken the
lovely rose stalk.
It died,
and became black.


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

Sa Pagsilay ng Umaga

(18 September 2006)
* tulang ipinasa para sa 2nd workshop sa UPWC
2nd revision of "Bukang Liwayway"


Sa pagnulat ng aking mga mata
nakita ko ang araw na
Puno ng laya
Na unti-unting gumugising sa
kanyang higaang humahati
Sa langit at lupa.

Napapikit ako at muling naalala
Ang malakas na ulan kahapon na
Nagdulot ng baha na nanalanta
Sa aking bakuran at
Halos sirain ang hardin ko ng
Rosas na kinagigiliwan ng lahat.

Binuksan kong muli ang aking mga mata
Hindi pa rin ganap ang liwanag
Kung tutuusin ay nababalot pa ng
Dilim ang aking kapaligiran.
Hindi pa maaaninag ng aking paningin
Ang orasan sa may dingding.

Magpagayon pa man, sinimulan ko
Nang itupi ang aking pinaghigaan
Ngunit sa kalagitnaan ng aking ginagawa,
Umihip ang malamig na hangin na naghatid
Ng kilabot sa aking katawan, kasabay ng mabangong
Amoy ng inosente na mabilis ring lumisan.

Muntik na kong mahiga ulit dahil sa lamig,
Ngunit nang mapadako sa labas ang aking paningin,
nakita 'kong halos kalat na ang liwanag
Oras na upang umpisahan ang araw.
Gustuhin ko mang bumalik sa paghimbing,
Lumipas na ang oras na 'yon ayon sa orasan sa dingding.


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

FIDELITY

(18 September 2006)
* tulang ipinasa para sa MPs10

Kalaro ko siya mula pagkabata.
Ang mga laro namin: tumbang preso,
patintero, lutu-lutuan,
Bahay-bahayan.

Sa bawat larong sinasalihan namin
Noon, palagi kaming magkasangga.
Sumpaan namin: "Walang iwanan!"
At buong puso naming sinusunod 'yon.

Kapag tumbang-preso ang laro
Gusto namin, partners ang taya.
kaya kapag taya siya, taya rin ako.
Kung 'di naman, tulungan kami sa pagapapataob ng lata.

Sa patintero, magkasama kami sa
Isang grupo, magkaagapay sa pang-a-out kapag taya
Kami. Tuwing tumitira naman,
Tulungan sa panlalanse upang makaraan.

Sabay kami sa paghahandang mga kailangan
Naming sangkap kapag lutu-lutuan ang laro.
Tapos ay ako ang magluluto, siya ang maghahain.
At 'pag kakain na, walang lamangan sa paghahati.

Ang pinakamasaya ay ang bahay-bahayan kung saan
Ako ang ina, at siya naman ang ama.
Si Helen, ang aking manyika at si Olsen, ang kanyang robot
Ang aming mga anak. Ako ang sa bahay, siya sa trabaho.

Hanggang ngayon ay kalaro ko pa rin siya.
At nananatili pa rin ang aming sumpaan.
Ngunit ngayon, bahay-bahayan na lamang ang laro.
Ako ang sa bahay, siya sa trabaho--may ibang kalaro.


RM STO.DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

CONO

(14 September 2006)
* tulang ipinasa para sa MPs10 (1st yr/1st sem o6-o7)

isang araw
when i passed by the lobby
one woman caught my pansin.
at bakit hindi,
mula sa malayo, i could already see
her nagniningning na beauty
na in the midst of the crowd
ay namumukudtangi.
lalo pa't sinabayan pa niya ng sandals
na pink; whose heels are three inches ang taas
ang kanya namang mapuputing mga binti
hindi na halos matakpan ng kanyang
faded maong skirt
na mini.
if you look naman at her belly
kitang-kita
ang kanyang pusod na may singsing
na litaw sa kanyang sleeveless shirt
na hanging
at hapit na hapit.
and with prints pa, saying,
"i'm hot. and i'm single."
in large block letters na
kulay red
na talagang striking!
gayong sa kanyang tabi
isang pang-close up na lalaki
and grabe kung
makatsansing!


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

Sa Puso ng Kahirapan

(27 February 2006)
* hango sa "Tundo may ay May Langit Din" ni Andrew Cristobal Cruz
(kabanata VIII)


Katahimika'y pilit na inaaninag
Sa gitna ng kasukalan, karimlang 'di natitinag
Nangangarap na sa bawat hakbang ay mautag
Mga salita ng tagumpay; nais maihayag---

Bawat hakbang ay puno ng pag-aalinlangan
'Di mawari kung lahat ay may kahihinatnan
lalo pa't napalilibutan ng mga karangyaan
Na hindi maabot; mga abang kamay nahihirapan.

Problema'y parang isang anino na mapilit
Hindi ka iiwan hanggat inaabot ang nakakaakit
Na tropeyo ng tagumpay na walang makapalit
Sapagkat nag-iisa lamang na pangarap mula ng maliit.

At ngayo'y unti-unti nang tumutupad
Sa mga pangako sa sarili; ang tangkang paglipag
Ngunit sa pagkampay ng mga pakapak; nais ilunsad
Maging mga bagwis ng ibang kasing palad.


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

LAGUSAN

(27 February 2006)
* Introduksiyon: Portfolio sa Filipino IV*

Sa pintuang nagbubukas sa walang hanggan
Matatagpuan ang kayamanan ng nakaraan
Liwanag na sisilay mula sa karimlan
Patungo sa kaibuturan ng inyong kaisipan

Sining na nahango mula sa imahinasyon
Ng mga manunulat na namulat sa kahapon
Layuning maiparating sa kabataan ng panahon
Iba't ibang istorya, iba't ibang leksiyon.

Nagsisimula na ng inyong ekspidisyon sa mundo
Kung saan ang mga kwento't tula'y hango
Sa mga pangyayaring tunay at totoo.
Sa lugar na walang oras dadalhin kayo...


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

Bukang Liwayway

Sa pagsilaw ng liwanag sa'king mata
ay muling dumalaw ang mga gunita.
Masaya. Masakit. Ngunit puno ng laya
hamog ay pumatak sa dahong aplaya.

Sumalubong ingay ng bagong umaga;
Ngunit ang himig sa'king puso'y lipas na.
nais mahabol kahit magka-ugaga
pero sadyang kayhirap abutin na--

Puno'y nagkakatanhan, nagkukwentuhan,
Gusto kong tumakas at sadyang lumisan.
Puntahan siayang inosente at walang muwang.
Siyang nagbigay ligayang walang katuwang.

Ngunit sa pagmulat ng mga talukap,
Aking nabatid at pilit na tinanggap
siya'y parte na lang ng kahapong namatay
nagpaalam sabay ng bukang liwayway.


RM STO. DOMINGO
blckrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

The Make Believe You

When I saw you through the crowd
You were standing so smart and proud
Smiling sweetly as the breeze caressed you softly
Greetings flowing from your lips so swiftly.

But when I looked through your eyes,
i saw a different story that cleared all dyes.
You're heart was breaking, and I couldn't do a thing.
A rope of sorrow was wounded over you, and I couldn't pull a string.

i suddenly felt that your easy smiles were forced
Your cheerful greetings gnawing you with remorse
shadowed though your eyes were,
They were crying--filling the seashore.

then i suddenly came to a thought;
How easy people could be blinded like a goat,
Succumbing to an act without knowing they did so.
Leaving you abandoned and careful not to let them know
What I saw.


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

GASERA

Nang ako'y magmulat ng mata,
Mula sa aking pagkakahimbing
Wala akong matanaw o maaninag man lang
Balot ng kadiliman, wala akong magawa--

Sa aking isipan, alam kong umaga na
ngunit bakit ni munting ilaw walang lumitaw?
natatakot ako--nanghihina--ngunit walang magawa
O muniting ilaw--kailangan ko ng iyong irog--

Kailangan ko ng ilaw ng kahapong 'di ko na mahawakan sa aking isipan--
Ibig ko'y kaliwanagang 'di ko maabot
Kaliwanagang tulad ng gasera na kailangan ko ngayon--
Kahit isang munting tilamsik ng ilaw.

Mula sa gasera ng aking kaliwanagan
Mula sa kahapong ipinagdamot sa akin ng kapalaran
Kapalarang walang kasing saklap.

Halika o halika huwag mong ipagkait
Gasera na aking tanging tanaw sa hinaharap.
Ang tanging bagay na magbubukas ng pinto
Gasera na nagsisilbing alaala ko sa kahapon.

RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

Nobody is in Love

(22 August 2004)

Haply I wonder how impressive you are.

You amazed me like no other can do.

Bewitched by your charms that I can only see from afar

No one can wonder how much of my heart I gave to you.

Loving you is like killing myself softly time by time

Everytime I look at you, my feet dig deeper into the ground

I don't know how, but benignly I enjoy the chime

Whose mellow music I hear when I see you from the crowd.

Never have I hope that you'll ever care to know me

But maybe I dream of it once or twice every night.

It's hard to wake when you know it will hurt thee

'Cause you gave your heart to a man whose away from sight.

Painfully I remind myself everyday,

A nobody can never play a part on a star's heart.

You can dream maybe, it's free anyway

But a dream is just a dream as well as truth really do hurt.

RM STO. DOMINGO

blackrose_kaito

L kenshin 'o7

The Soul of a Battered Heart

(04 August 2004)

Once, I dreamed of being as powerful as an eagle;
As brave and persistent as a lion
But now, all of it was shattered
Embedded in the darkest part of my life
Battering my willow heart with every piece.

I can't stop my damsel heart from shivering
Crying all its pain and suffering
Reflecting every gloomy part of my heart
Revealing the loneliness stocked inside
I tried to hide it, but I just can't stop.

Now I know that I can never be strong enough
'Cause I know my soul is just too ashamed
To show in front of everyone.
Afraid that I might be hurt one more time
That will lead to the death of my time.


RM STO. DOMINGO
blackrose_kaito
L kenshin 'o7

chains

Don't make me fall in love with you

more than I am now...

There is darkness inside my heart

that might break it;

then it will never lasts

the way you meant it..


Let me cry with blood

for the chains you're loving me

with is fighting my heart...


_R.M. P. Sto. Domingo_
--Lestat de Lioncourt--

Heartless and Unfortunate

Heartless and Unfortunate
By: R.M. Sto. Domingo
11 July ‘o7


Why is it that we have
To fall in love?
Is love a hole,
That unfortunately,
Everybody falls into?

Why is it that we
Fall out of love?
Is love a stage
Where unfortunately
We stumble off?

Why is it that we
Love and get hurt?
Is love a deficiency
Which unfortunately,
Makes us disintegrate?

Why is it that we
Love and then hate?
Is love a curse,
Which unfortunately
Darkens our hearts?

Why is it that we love?
Is it an unfortunate
Hole on the stage
Which is a deficiency
That we curse?

Why then do we feel
This unfortunate
And heartless feeling
In our heartless and
Unfortunate hearts?

When You and I Don’t Complete

When You and I Don’t Complete
By: R.M. Sto. Domingo
18 June ‘o7

I am a free soul,
An independent mind.
A complete being
Who’s looking for nothing.
So how can I let you
In it?
A troubled soul,
With a dominating urge.
A half looking for its other.
Dependent, and yet a rebel.
I’m afraid we won’t complete
On another.
You’ll want to control me,
To make me depend on you.
And I greatly won’t like it.
Instead, I’ll want to crush you
For making me something I don’t
Want to be.
We’ll never surrender,
Until we’ve hurt each other.
Then, we will both be free…
And unhappy.

_kenshin 'o7_

The Last Dew of Spring

The Last Dew of Spring
(Third revision)
By: R. M. Sto. Domingo
15 July ‘o7

We met last spring not knowing what destiny will bring.
Your mind met mine; so did our hearts become combined.
We felt a mélange of emotions that can almost sing.
A single dew tapped our lonely hearts—uninvited.

Our lives turned into a mystical labyrinth; twisting.
Spring brought levity to our souls that were battered.
And we vanquished; conquering all the pains and crying.
Another dew fell on our tamed hearts—unexpected.

Flowers came to full bloom, so did our hearts come knowing.
Brown became green; in our hearts, we felt love embedded.
Savoring the strange emotion was just like dreaming.
Spring dew came rushing down to our hearts—unabashed.

Now, the lovely cherry blossoms are slowly drifting,
By and by, you’ll be leaving me, and my heart: shattered.
And as you bid your goodbye, I will be left shivering.
The dew which once warmed you and me, now all cold—chilled.

Now, the last leaf on the tree, once jaunty, now struggling.
My willow heart, once mighty, now scattered.
Once sheltered with your love, now so alone and hurting.
The last dew of spring glided, burned my heart—unwanted.

_kEnsHiN 'o7_

spark

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in thehopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, thenot-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonelyfrustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able toreach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world youdesired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it isyours. (I wish I had said this, but it was actually Ayn Rand)

From: Ma'am Paz Diaz
(Comm 14o)

facets of love

i love you. ( i love you but you don't reciprocate my feelings.)
i love.
you.

you love. (we think we are in love with each other, but in truth, we're just in love
i love. with love)
love.

love i. (we are friends. but you love me more than that. for i am still waiting for
you and i. my love for you to grow)
love.

love you. (you want me to love you but i'm in love with myself.)
i love.
i.

you love i. (you love me. and i love you. but we both know that your love is greater
and i. than mine.)
you love.

i love. (i love someone. and it could be you. but nevertheless, whoever might that
you. be, i still love him dearly.)
love.

i and you. (we both love each other. but i was already in love with you when you fell
love. in love with me.)
i love you.


@'-blackrose-"--
11 July 'o7

without you..

Does being free also means being lonely? I don't think so, I've lived my life for so long without you that it won't matter that you're out of it now. All you can do now is remember, because we'll never make another memory. I'm happy now. Without you.

Do not take me... For granted.

Do not take me

For granted.

I am not yours

Yet.

You're breaking my heart

Without holding it.

Does making me cry

Makes you happy?

Does hurting me

Also hurt you,

Or does it make you smile?

You say you love me,

But does it runs dry

After some time?

Do not take me

For granted.

I'm strong but I'm weak.

Do not

Take me for granted.

Please.

what to do?

After a year after my disastrous relationship with jack, here I am again standing between the cliff and the dangerous waters of the intangible chain called love. Haha. And now, after all the pain that I was forced to endure then, I can't actually think straight. What to do? I'm still in shock. I never expected that something like this would happen to me.. Now of all times, when I'm already starting anew and trying to break free from the nightmarish past I have.

But what am I saying? I guess I should tell you.. It started, maybe a week or two ago when I unexpectedly renewed contact with a longtime friend. At first, it was kind of fun. Of course, we've not talk for almost two or three years.. But then, things started to get pretty complicated when he begun to say things I did not--never--expected him to say. Like, for years, he's always been besotted withme and all that. Frankly, I thought it was all a big joke. But what shock I received I cannot explain when talked to my sister, then my mom, about the things he feels for me. And my mom is quite taken with him. So now, in my shoulder lies the decision whether to have him or not. The only problem is, I don't know what I feel.. I guess, I'm still scared to know..

redemption

I can never be a princess but I will forever be me. You said you love me as I am, but it was a statement you didin't mean at all. how then do you think i can forgive you? or more importantly, love you? Once, my love for you was worth all the risks and the deceptions, but then, it all had come to naught. You betrayed me in the worst possible way. It will do you more good if you'll stop waltzing with me right now, or you'll eventually feel the way I did all those times I made a foolish blind woman out of myself just for you. Or worst, more.

Je ne peux jamais être princesse mais je me serai à jamais. Vous avez dit que vous m'aimez comme je suis, mais c'était une déclaration vous didin › les moyens de t à tout. comment alors pensez-vous que je peux vous pardonner ? ou d'une manière importante, vous aimez plus ? une fois, mon amour pour vous valiez tous les risques et les tromperies, mais alors, il tout était venu rien. vous m'avez trahi dans la pire façon possible. Il vous fera plus bon si vous arrêterez de danser la valse avec moi maintenant, ou vous sentirez finalement la façon j'ai fait tous ces temps j'ai fait une aveugle sotte de me juste pour vous. Ou pire, plus.

when forever is just a word..

"I guess that's all forever is. Just one long trail of nows. And I guess all you can do is try and live one now at a time without getting too worked up about the last now or the next now."
--- Daniel Booker, The Horse Whisperer.

Isn't just that right? When I stumbled upon this certain passage, I knew that all along, I've been thinking with the same line of thought. Maybe that's why I never considered the phrase "now and forever" a valid one. Because, I'd rather prefer the phrase "forever and beyond".

And what is it they usually say? "Tomorrow never comes." So most likely, we'll NEVER find forever tomorrow, or even in the next tomorrows of tomorrow. Why? Because we can only take one day at a time. One "now"-- one "forever" -- each day.

someone will, but you will be you.

Someone will always be prettier.

Someone will always be smarter.

Someone's house will be bigger.

Someone's car will be better.

Someone's husband will fix more thingsaround the house.

JUST LET IT GO!

&& Love your circumstances..

JUST THINK..

The prettiest woman in the world canhave hell in her heart.

The most highly favored woman in yourjob may be unable to have children.

And the richest woman you know [[whohas the biggest house, nicest car, &&expensive clothes]] may be very lonely.

And the word says...

"If I have not Loved, I am nothing."

So Love who you are!In the morning, look in the mirror,smile & say..


"I am too blessed to be stressed & tooanointed to be disappointed!"



"BE "BLESSED" LADIES!!





= something they told me.. ('^.x)

learning from Caravaggio

"Tell me, is it possible to love someone who is not as smart as you are?...I mean, she may not be smarter than you. But isn't it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall inlove? Think now. She can be obssessed by the Englishman because he knows more. You see, it is easier to fall in love with him than with you. Why is that? Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything to grow and change..."

Isn't that just true? Indeed, for me, it is. For humans are curious creatures. We love to have answers and so we are always drawn to the keys that we think will lead us out of ignorance. And so they do. But often, we arejust too much excited that we forget to think about consequences. And so begins another whirlwind-chase for answers that eventually turns out to be carrier of a bigger luggage of curiosities than the one we're already holding.

I don't actually know how it is with other people. All that I know is that, we people will always be ignorant--one way or another. And that, we will always try not to be one and again and again, fail. A never-ending cycle of foolishness and knowing.

the horse whisperer

When I read this book, at first I thought it was just a common best-seller book with a common twisted plot. Given the fact that I'm a bookworm, I was really critical.

But then, as I continued to read, I realized that, yeah, again, my instincts led me to a captivating book. Let me explain...

I've always wanted to buy this (The Horse Whisperer) book the moment I stumbled upon it at a shelf in a bookstore near us. Even though I've never heard of it before , nor the movie created based on it, I knew in my gut that I want it. Well, that's how I always pick my books. But then, I never had the chance to buy it because by that time, I was really being careful in spending my money. Besides, I'm a real micer and I couldn't bear the idea of paying 180php just for a secondhand novel, so I turned my back on it. So, to make the long boring story short, I bought it when its price was lowered to 45php and was really excited about it.

Don't get me wrong, I was real excited about it, BUT, I was also--always--critical. And then, blah blah blah, I fell in love with it. Really. Just like when I fell in love with the "Possession" of A.S. Byatt, "100years of Solitude" of Gabriel Garcia Marquez and "The English Patient" of Michael Ondaatje, and "Harry Potter" (series) of J.K. Rowling. You see, for me, it is always easier to fall in love with a book than with a man because books can make us see reflections about life that never did seem to enter our minds when we interact with people we thought [or intend to] we have special feelings for. They bring forth emotions that we always deny ourselves simply because we are too scared it will show and then it will shatter our faith--our belief--about ourselves that we are strong and nothing--absolutely nothing--can make us breakdown. But then, with people, they only make us doubt more that we tend to see ourselves to be always in the dark as we see them in it. Mirrors of delusioned beings.

Going back, when finally I reached the last pages of the book, I was deeply moved. Because I saw there what I always denied myself from understanding. Love is always knowing when to let go and sacrifice even if it will hurt you so. Like what Tom Booker did, because he loved both mother and child, he made the choice of dying than breaking more lives because of his love for Annie (the mother). Totally wicked story. Wicked in a good way.