Traces of Life

To all life who was saved and lost.

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Hurriedly I undressed myself

Leaving only my brand new boxers

The one I got today for my special day.

I then dove straight into the murky waters

Hoping that I'll be able catch him fast

Before river currents overpower him to death.

I caught an arm and then his face bobbed up,

I heard gulps for air and frantic flaps in the water

Though I'm not sure if their mine or his.

I finally let him go on his own and

I then saw him swim towards the edge.

 Before I dared follow him

I felts cramps along my legs,

Both my legs felt electrified

My screams for help got muffled 

With water going in my mouth.

I sinked slowly, painfully slow.

The last thing I saw was him running away

Probably calling for help.

I wasn't even able to 

Close my eyes before I died.

The only traces I was alive

A few minutes ago was the 

Shirt and shorts on the river bank

I left on the grass,

Still warm and very new,

Birthday presents I requested.

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*Picture from nationalgallery.org.uk

Sleep Walk

When will we wake up?

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I lived without a life,

It left me years ago

Taking with it all the 

Laughter I could make

And the tears I could shed.

Since then I existed 

But did not lived;

I ate without tasting the food;

I slept without the pleasure 

Of dreams- even nightmares.

Suddenly birds aren't chirping

And dogs stopped wagging their tails.

I felt gray.

Black would have been better.

I died without being dead.

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*Picture from 1.bp.blogspot

Rain

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The skies cried and the clouds wept

Thunder roared, scaring the trees,

Wind blew and scattered the tears

Drowning the would have beens

Killing butterflies dreams.

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*Picture from http://matthainesphotography.com/photoblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/fujira-014.jpg

FAREWELL

Today I was made aware about the death of an educator who've been a part of my (and hundreds even thousands of other people's) golden highschool life. She took us under her for not more than a meeting for a reason I cannot remember anymore. But she was always there for the school-for us. She was ever present during the traditional Flag Raising Ceremony.

To know about her death is discovering that there'll be less gardeners for the young minds that have been planted in our Alma Mater. There'll be lesser cultivators of youthful greatness, of hopeful dreams and brave hearts.

But no one can deny that her life as a teacher, as a public servant, as a mentor was not wasted. For in the curves and contours of the Philippines, I know that her teachings, and her life was and is being used as an inspiration by the very students she has inspired.

To borrow the words of Henry Adams, "A teacher affects eternity. He never knows where his influence stops".

This is for you.

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HOME

Don't worry about the students

you'll never get to teach.

For you have done

more than wha

t was asked of you.

Do not ever worry

about the young adults

you'll never meet.

For the ones you've taught will

do it the way you taught them to.

Embrace the victory

that you have achieved.

You have affected a lot

of people by your life.

And death is nothing

compared to the lives

you've touched.

Your journey now

does not involve the

students you dearly love.

Now you are destined

to meet your one and

only educator 

and creator and master.

With him you'll

need nothing else.

You are going back home.

He is Home.