ive always been a terrible writer. i remember i really had a hard time in high school doing formal themes. these papers were supposed to be written and submitted in an hour's time, written on a nice cattleya paper using a fountain pen no less! the content was not the problem it was the construction. even as i write this post my mind is thinking too fast for my fingers to type. and mind you i type fast. typing class was one of the two 4.0's (perfect score) i got in college. the other was was my writing class taught by dr. isagani cruz. so why did i get a 4.0 when im such a terrible writer? mabait si prof hahaha! well i just did all the required compositions and he especially liked my haiku which was later on published together with other compositions from dlsu students. too bad i wasnt able to buy that book in our college bookstore. i remember my poem though like i just wrote it yesterday (duh its just a three-liner). my inspiration here was my daily breakfast - cigarettes. hey this was back in the 90's when smoking was cool. i lived in a dorm in college and as soon as i wake up i would go to our balcony and have a smoke. here it goes:
this morning i see
the sun and all its beauty
warming my cool skin
hey before you laugh remember dr. cruz liked my poem. its so japanese daw :)
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