"I am Kathleen Mae Meneses, a 19-yr.old graduating marketing management student at DLSU-taft.  Writing has been my hobby since my freshman years at college and has grown to be a normal thing for me through all I have been experiencing in college. I have been keeping this journal of all my writings to hope that someday I can turn it into a book - like a collection of poems or something. 

"I have been lead to this webpage to where I could sumbit some of my work. Iwould appreciate it if i could receive criticism about it.  I believe I am not a perfect writer.  I do have my own style but I still need a mentor." 
 

Nakaukit ang buhay na parang isang laro 
Isang larong walang katapusan 
Tila bang walang ibang maaaring gawin 
Sa mga landas na walang lagusan. 

Parang kending walang lasa sa bibig 
Paikot-ikot at walang magawa 
Kung maari'y kagatin at ilunok 
O idaan sa labi't iluwa. 

Ngunit may dumarating na mga oras 
may mga taong hindi mapaglihiman 
Mga taong kumakagat sa iyong isip 
At pinapaikot ang iyong kaalaman. 

Matatandaan mo ba ang mga sinasabi ko? 
Ang mga binulong na hikbi 
Hikbing masaya at masakit 
Na pinabayaang lumabas sa mga labi? 

Maaalala mo sa tuwing sasapit ang gabi 
Ang alok ng bitwin at tawag ng buwan 
Ang buhay nating larong inukit 
Mahahanap pa ba ng katapusan? 
  

Dream 

How strange can one stanger be 
When all he has done is null 
A stranger seen is a person seen 
A person we cannot know not 
    And for those whom I recall 
    Have always been dead 
    To me and my senses will fall 
    'Til all has come to thee 
At night a stranger lingers 
Searching for destiny 
One could never me more strange 
Than what I have found: me 
     Heartfelts for thee I do not keep 
     For nightly I have dreamed 
     Of someone I know not of 
     Though frail, he holds my eve 
While shadows graze upon my wall 
I fear of what may come 
To me at willing nights behold 
The coming of thy Precious One 
     For how strange can one stranger be 
     When heartfelts for thee I do not keep 
     While shadows graze upon my eve 
     Of thee I'll strangely dream. 

 

MAIN

NEXT