What has Become of Me?

Mayo 30, 2007

Hope has abandoned me
left me drenched in my own tears
drowned in solitude
What has become of me?

Fate has walked away,
Displeased at my ungrateful countenance
Tired, like my trampled soul—
crashed into pieces.

Tell me, what has become of me?

Please save me, I need your mercy
Hold my hand tight; don’t let go—
Oh, it’s too late!
You’re late!
I’m drowning,
zapped into the black hole of nothingness.

What—oh, nothing!—has become of me?

Copyright © Avi (Salve) 2006 at writing.com

Another cheezy piece I have written out of frustration at a time when I was trying to find meaning in my life. 😦

i, an island

Mayo 30, 2007

i am an island
   the wind is my best friend
      whispering news of far lands in my ears.
   the sea is my lover
      singing hymns of promise of forever.
   the trees are my knights
      guarding me to safety and security.
   the flowers are my dames
      amusing my solitary existence.
   the birds are my constant guests
      lodging in my trees for a night’s rest.
   the sky is my shelter
      lighting my path in dark hours.

i am an island
  my best friend has joined other winds
     passed me by without a glance.
  scampering fast, my lover has departed
     singing a song of rage and atrocity.
  my knights had fallen in battle
    bowing their heads in defeat.
  tired of enthralling, my dames had
    fled and drowned in my lover’s cry.
  to a peaceful soil my guests had ran
    in search of better refuge.
  my shelter has crumpled down
   sending needles of spears into my heart.

i cried from pain, yet
i cannot move
i cannot move—
  still an island.

Copyright © 2006 Avi (Salve) @ writing.com

written when i felt so alone and so frustrated with myself. 😥

Three Fruitful Saturdays

Mayo 7, 2007

It’s sad that the Saturdays of sharing ideas, discussions and being critiques each other’s works have ended last April 28. I joined the Mainstream Fiction Writing Workshop conducted by JL Caiña of the chips. The workshop was held for three Saturdays in a seminar tent in Quezon City. Although we usually started the lessons late than the what’s in the schedule, everything was worth it! I learned a lot from the lectures and writing exercises (hmm, I think I owe JL one activity pa. Haven’t submitted it yet). Hopefully I’d be able to finish the stories I’ve been working on for several months already. 

Aside from the learning experience, I also gained new friends. I won’t ever forget Ate Pinky who gave me free rides to QC city hall after each workshop because I’m afraid to cross the street from the seminar tent. Thanks, Ate Pinky! You can always buzz me if you want more pocketbooks. 😉  And Zoe, the lady who looks like Michiko Yamamoto (according to JL and I have to agree!) screenwriter of the movies Magnifico and Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros. She hates to be interrupted when she’s talking. Then, there’s Kim who would like to create her own animé masterpiece. And she loves Neil Gaiman. ArJ was the only guy in the workshop. I wasn’t able to talk to him very much, though. But I will never forget the look on his face when we he was forced to bring get  the Tagalog romance pocketbook because JL asked us to read one and analyze it.

It’s just been a week since our last day and I’m missing their company already. I miss the exchange of ideas, their suggestions on how to develop my story, the tuksuhan, the laughter… everything. I’ll definitely see you guys again one of these days. 🙂