Novel & Cerita Letters To A Young Poet

How I wished I could also put a smile on your cute little lips or could arouse a giggle out of that pretty awesome mouth. And so I made this letter to bring life to that frustration. Pagbigyan mo na ako, babe. If you want, I still have my old sorry letters for you along with my sorry gifts but those were so childish. Baka pagtawanan mo lang ako. I only have little things here that I wanted to tell you...

dagdag niya nang hindi talaga tuminag si Kent. “Ang cute mo pala,” saad nito sa kaniya. Napataas niya ang kaniyang kilay. “Teka lang ha? Parang iba yata ang narinig ko eh—.” “May ibibigay ako kaya kita hinintay dito,” sabi nito sa kaniya at may kinuha sa bulsa. “Poem ko 'yan, Mae. I am hoping na masama 'yan sa next published ng school publication natin. Nakita ko kasi na ikaw pala ang current Editor-in-chief sa campus,” dagdag nito. “Bye! See you around.”

Bungad niya. "Publication room. May kailangan lang tapusin." "Magkita tayo. Rooftop." "Hindi puwede. I'm working on my poems." Part of the paper was the entertainment section where I am tasked to contribute poetries. I agreed since I love writing poems too. "Mamayang uwian na lang tayo magkita. This is important." Dagdag ko. "This is important too." He said stubbornly. "Bakit? Anong importante?"

Kaya they are close to each other. As the youngest of the family, she doesn’t like to talk about her thoughts to anyone, so that my mother told her if she wants to let out her thoughts just write a letter, and make that letter address to her, para kung ready na siya sabihin lahat she can send it to my mother. Naalala ko na sinabi niya, ginagawa niya pa rin ito hanggang ngayon kahit matanda na siya. Kaya I found one sa kwarto niya sa bahay namin sa Japan.

I'll note it. modernongdyosaa I write when I can't speak. I write when all the thoughts caged inside my mind was wildly asking for it to be free. I write to speak up all the things, thoughts I can't even speak up for myself. I write to be free from all the judgments and pains from reality. They ask you and let them be. You're the only one who have the power, not anyone else. Your words will never be seen unless you show them. Camsy_Classy

Dion's POV "...You have a lot to say with your eyes. I'm particularly taken with your frowning expression. Unique and stunning that you stand out from the crowd." I read aloud the final stanza of my fourth poem. I've been writing since this morning, and my mind and hands seem to be working nonstop to create poetry. To be honest, I'm very productive right now. It's amusing how many ideas pop into my head. "Hep, hep, hep! And who's that lucky person you dedicate that poem to, huh?" Dad's sudden appearance behind me surprised me.

Kilala naman nila ito may paninindigan. SAMANTALANG hinintay muna ni Clarence na mawala sa paningin ang mga magulang saka kinuha sa bulsa ang ginawang tula para sa abuelo. He's not a poet but he doesn't know how did he wrote it in such a short period of time. Regalo sana niya iyon sa muli nilang pagkikita kaso nasa kabaon na ito nang makita niyang muli.

Lahat ng letter na meron ako, tinatago ko na lang. Iba nga ako kompara sa mga kaedad ko. Sila, love letter ang natatanggap at tinatago. Ako, threat. Nasasanay na rin ako. 14 pa lang ako, nangyayari na 'to. Pero hindi ko pa rin maalis iyong takot. What if mamatay ako nang maaga?

We have a task that we should receive a reply letter from our fathers after giving them our letter. Ginandahan ko iyong letter ko kay Papa. At sinulat ko doon na sana he can spend more time with me than his businesses. I told him how much I love him and how much I miss him always and sana he will make a reply letter for me. I gave it to him after class at hinintay ko talaga siyang makauwi noon kahit gabi na.

In fact, I won the second spot. Past ten, while thinking for the best expressions to be included in my letter for Rodea, which would be e-mailed to her on an opportune time, I have made a poem-- :For You and Me". Eleven, I jotted down every sincere thought on my mind. I actually planned to write a letter for Rodea which I would send to her through e-mail but I decided to include it in my literary collections. Thus, I entitled it "An E-mail For My Cousin".