LibrarJuan Writes!

By Jolo Van Clyde S. Abatayo, RL

Writing is my passion and I always consider it as art. It serves as my sweetest escape from this tormented world. It's also my weapon to conquer the unconquerable. Honestly, there are so many things in my mind that need to be unleashed and I strongly believe that writing is my only way to organize my fiery thoughts.

I would love to share with you some of the literary pieces (poems and short stories) that I wrote when I was still part of Southern Collegian, the official student publication of Southern Christian College, my beloved alma mater.

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SHE'S LINA INVERSE

 My love story is just so preposterous;

I met a lady and she is extraneous.

She has dark skin but she walks with no flaws;

She has pale lips but she puts shiny lip gloss.

She is so exotic but very flaunting,

She’s foxy, crafty, artful, wild, and cunning.

She looks formidable but still appealing;

Yes, she rocks and her beauty is stunning!

Believe me, even if I am crazy and I’m a stalker

Even if I’m addicted and I can’t stop loving her,

They saw it’s mawkish but I know its hunger;

I hunger for her love and it tastes bitter…

Then I asked her if she wants to be my girl,

She just laughed so hard like a mean joker;

She just walked away after a long chatter,

She just broke my heart and made me suffer.

My story is just so ridiculous

That lady I met is really fabulous,

She’s so cute and cuddly like a platypus

I still love her though she looks like a fungus!

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SHE'S MY FLOWER AND I'M HER BEE

Before, I used to walk alone, bullied and treated like a fool

And so, I hate the fact that I must go to school,

I just cried in the open field!

And I prayed to God that my fate will change.

In my first day of journey to college,

I’m an aquarium fish in the ocean,

I met strangers and this girl too

I met a friend and she’s not a foe!

She’s there when I’m in my darkest hour,

She’s there when I’m out of power,

She’s now in her way to make a living,

And I’m still in the shadow of the sun’s rising.

If only she could read this,

She will know that she’s the one,

My one and only girl friend;

My one and only best friend.

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NINJA

Naunsa man ning atong gugma?

Naglibog gyud ko sa atuang duha.

Gapangagot man gud imong papa,

Mahadlok ko kay ginasigahan ko niya ug mata.

Nganong dili sila gusto nako?

Gwapo ug buotan man unta ko,

Sa imoha ako aduna’y gusto

Sa paghigugma sa imoha, seryosa raba gyud ko,

Kalisod ba aning sigeg tago,

Nahimong ninja sama ni Naruto,

Sobrahan ra gyud sila ka-istrikto

Mas honest pa man ko kaysa kay Honesto!

Imong mama galagot sa akoa,

Imong papa nihulbot ug espada;

Ako nidagan, hastang hadluka,

Balik lang ko kay mag-biko ta!

Sige lang ah, magtarong ko’g eskwela;

Ipakita gayod nako sa ilaha, bisag sa akoa wala silay gusto,

Nga ako matinud-anon kanimo,

Ikaw ra gyud mao’y akong gihigugma!

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RHAPSODY

I.       Floating in the placid air so light and fair,

Defying gravity in the atmosphere,

Reaching the lewd skies without doubt and fear,

Watching the fireflies as they spark and flare;

II.     Ceaseless fall in a frightening barranca,

Swaying with the rhythm of a sweet sonata,

Writing freely this extended fantasia,

Tracking the lost vessel called cornucopia;

III.    Sometimes, a hideous serpent would just nigh out,

Its body is slithery and stout,

It is mysterious and has no whereabouts,

It is horrible; I could not move my mouth!

IV.     It is neither enchantment nor delusion,

They say it’s just a form of premonition,

Some would say that it’s just a false perception,

Yes, it is just a dream—a mere illusion!

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YANG

Going to school isn’t an exhilarating routine for most of the students. Only a few of us consider it as a hobby. Yes, I honestly love being in school not for the enthralling lessons and activities or the gripping allowance, but because there is someone I am athirst to meet every day. She is different. She’s one of a kind.

Anyway, I’m Gray, the campus crush. Nah, just kidding! I’m actually a geek, nerd, weenie, or whatever! Why on earth they consort me with piteous bookworms? Is it because I am a super fan of weird eyeglasses? It’s not my fault to be visually impaired, man. Is it because I’m wearing outlandish getups ridiculously? It’s my mom’s preference and my dad wears the same.

Oh, I know exactly why! I’m a consistent dean’s list-er. I’m a quiz bee master. I’m terribly the chairperson of the GEEK CLUB!

Now, that’s awful!

But, you know what… There is someone I consider as my one and only chum. She’s amenable to hear my ultimate nuts! She gives me then adjurations. She understands me and the whole thing about me. She’s Yang and she’s young too. She’s really solicitous, unlike those juvenile tykes who tease me always. They laugh at me like I’m some kind of an insane lad!

 Am I crazy? I’m just a wonk, not a funk.

Oh well. I would be considerate as always since my buddy wants me to be nice to all even if they treat me like a fool. I’m cool.

Yes! Finally, I’m here! School definitely rocks!

Wait… Where’s Yang? Usually, she waits for me near the school entrance. This is woeful! I missed her like for two days.

Saturday…Sunday…

Today is Monday and I wretchedly want to see her!

Aha! I have a good idea. I’m going to call her.

But, she doesn’t have a phone. How will I suppose to call her if that’s the case?

Oh no… This is absolutely absurd! Are you thinking of what I’m thinking?

Missing someone this bad could be a sign…That could be love. Love?

Dude… No way! Did I just say…?

Never mind. We are just… FRIENDS!

I wonder where she’s at right now. Hmmm… I can’t help myself but hanker for her. I have to see her…
I need to see her...
I'm scared...
The teachers are...

(Someone knocked him out)

(Mozart song playing)

(One hour later...)

What happened? Where am I? What is this place? Yang?
Where are you, Yang? I need your help… Yang!

Those obnoxious bastards wearing white uniforms are coming for me. I have to hide.

They torment me… torture me… revile at me like I’m a complete brain-sick!

They biff me hard and slap my face. Bam! Bogs!

It hurts so badly, Yang! Please… I’m scared… terrified…

I’m honestly begging…Get me out of this horrendous cell!

All I can see is white, nothing but white. White paint in the wall… Everywhere…

Why am I here? Yang, where are you?

They’ll inject me that slimy liquid again! The needle hurts…

Please... Help me leave this dungeon.

I’m not crazy!

I’m not craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzy!!!

Yang! Yang…. They’re coming!!!

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ZED

“No one must know who I am. No one must know my real story. No one must know my secret. No one must know… or else…”

Hi! I’m Zed. Let’s just say I’m a happy-go-lucky guy and I’m a Fourth Year Bachelor of Science in Hotel and Restaurant Management student of Southern Country College (SCC). I really love foods and I wanna marry them! Though I have a huge craving about foods, I am awesomely not fat. I’m actually fit. Yeah. Girls love brawny hunks so I work out in the gym regularly. 

Aside from munching, I also love partying and bar-hopping. I like to go out with my buddies and have some shots. The nights are my days.

Night time means fun time!

“Honey… The sun is really scorching hot today. Bring your umbrella and wear your hoodie. And oh! Don’t forget to wear your sunnies!”

Oh, that’s my mom! She’s a really really really protective mom! She manages my dad’s small businesses. Oh, I forgot to tell you… My dad is dead… 
My mom told me that he was stabbed by a drunken man… Blah blah blah… 
It was a very long story… Anyway… I have to go now. I don’t want to be late. Late? Oh no! I’m late!

“Mom! I gotta go…”

“Okay… Take care… Don’t let the sun bite you… I love you, honey!”

“I love you too mom!”

School time!

Speaking of school… Darn! I so hate school! I’d rather sleep than hearing the maddening voices of our teachers. I don’t understand why I need to go to school. I mean, I can live without it. If it wasn’t for mom, I would not give a damn about it. My mom is my motivation. Look at me now! I’m on my senior year. Oh yes… I’m almost there!

By the way… I notice that SCC has a lot of hot girls. I don’t know why these ladies are insanely addicted to me. I hate science but I am now starting to believe that there’s a magnetic force and I’m the magnetic field. Well… It’s in my blood. My mom said that my dad was a chick magnet. Of course, his son has his blood. What do you expect? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

“That ends our class today! See you next week. Have a great weekend everyone!”

Finally… TGIF! Nightlife! Tonight is going to be a bloodbath! Oh yeah!

Home Home Home!

“Honey… Are you going out tonight?”

“Yes, mom! I want to drink with my buddies!”

“Bring with you your brother… He’s thirsty…”

“Sure… He’s going to have some real fun!”

Yes. I have a brother. Didn’t I tell you something about him? Never? Oh, I'm so sorry... My bad! He’s Liam. Tomorrow is his 18th birthday and I want this night to be his first! 

Hey! Yes. You! Who else do you think is reading this story? 
Can you do me a favor? 
Please… It’s for my brother. 
Can you be his first? 
I mean… Can you be his “first blood”? 
No?
Oh, come on! You don’t have a choice anyway! 
I’m coming for you. 
Probably, my brother is… 
Remember the first paragraph? 
The intro… Does it ring a bell?

“No one must know who I am. No one must know my real story. No one must know my secret. No one must know… or else…”

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PROCLAIMED (SELF)

He’s cool and absolutely boy-next-door

He’s so smart and shiny like a waxed floor

He walks like a splendid man of grandeur

He talks much like a cute and lordly actor

I love him so bad; I could kill just for him!

He’s the sweetest man with that fierce violin

His smile is so addictive like cocaine

His charm is magnetic, He’s Wolverine!

I wonder why he’s definitely handsome.

Yes, his mom and dad are terribly awesome!

Hey! That man I love is inside the mirror!

Oops! That is me—the narcissistic actor!