Poetry And Dreams Novels & Stories

Panghuli ako at tanging mag-isa lang akong maglalakad papunta sa harapan. 'There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a shoe box of photographs With sepia-toned loving Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and Sometimes life can be deceiving

nag-aalalang saad ni Xiandra. Napahilot ako sa sintido. Naalala ko na naman ang narinig kong recording. Sigurado akong boses ni Tremaine ‘yon and she called me her daughter. She meant it. And the grandchild? Her grandchild? I felt it. She was so sincere but why does my nightmare say otherwise? “Are dreams a sign?” wala sa sariling tanong ko. Umiling ito. “Dreams are created by our own minds. If you often think of negative things especially before you sleep you’re more likely to have a bad dream, a nightmare.”

mahina kong sabi. “For what?” tanong niya, paos ang boses. “Sa lahat,” sagot ko. “Sa pagtupad mo ng pangarap ko na mahalin ako ng isang tulad mo. At sa kasal na hindi ko akalaing mararanasan ko.” I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before But in my dreams I couldn’t love you more Nararamdaman kong nanginginig ang dibdib ko. Malapit na akong maiyak, at alam kong ramdam niya iyon.

Sa bawat kagat ng pagkain sa marangyang restaurant, nagbabalik-balik siya sa mga karenderya at fast food chain ng kanilang nakaraan, na puno ng pagmamahal at mga alaala na hindi malilimutan. Dreaming of extravagant dates isn't a flaw; it can actually energize you and your partner, spurring growth and excitement in your relationship. While being content with what you have is important, it's also crucial to nurture dreams and pursue progress, propelling you towards achieving your life goals. Imagining elaborate dates isn't about ignoring simplicity; it's about broadening your horizons, sparking creativity, and injecting vibrancy into your relationship. These dreams act as aspirations, motivati

He may not be my Prince Charming, but we can still live happily ever after. We are all dreaming―most are dreams that our eyes can see, but our hands can't hold. Many people dream for something hard to reach, but still exist. They imagine themselves in a certain state... state that is not easy to achieve but still possible to have. People dream not because it's the only thing they can do... but because they know it will happen. But among all the dreams I could possibly have under the sun, why did I choose to dream about something that will never ever happen? Why am I thinking about an impossible fantasy and dying so hard expecting that it is not?

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.

“W-wala lang. I’ve been having dreams lately. Weird ones.” “What kind of dreams?” “The kind that feel too real.” Hindi siya sumagot agad. Tinitigan niya ako, parang may gustong sabihin pero pinipigilan. Hanggang sa bumulong siya, “Dreams can be fragments of what we’ve lost.” Napatingin ako sa kanya. “What if… what if they’re memories?” Ngumiti siya ng mahina, pero halata ang tensyon. “Then maybe some things are meant to stay forgotten.”

Sa bawat salitang aking isinulat, may bitbit itong lihim na pagod at pag-asa, mga salitang lumalakad sa pagitan ng dilim at liwanag, parang pusong hindi alam kung susuko ba o magpapatuloy pa. May mga gabing ang mundo ay tahimik, ngunit ang isip ko ay maingay na parang bagyong hindi mapigil,

Para bang sa bawat tingin at bawat salita niya, may binabago sa'kin. Kinagabihan, nakaupo ako sa kama. Binabalikan ko ang sketchpad. Naroon pa rin ang guhit ng koi pond, ng mga halaman, ng tubig na kumikislap. Pero mas malinaw sa isip ko ang sinabi niya. Dreams don’t have to be loud to be real. Even the smallest detail can change the whole picture. Bakit gano’n? Bakit parang espesyal sa pandinig ko, kahit simple lang?

The Woman, The Dreams and The Moon, officially ended. Sa wakas, narating na rin ng librong ito ang dulo. I hope this book had served its purpose sa tuwing babasahin niyo ang mga pahina nito. This book aims to give an escape to our terrible reality during this quarantine season. This is an achievement for me because finally, my dream to finish a story had happened. You want a revelation?