my 1st published work

'twas in high school, in the second edition of "buklod diwa," our school's paper. in the literary section, i had my poem published. it was actually my second poem and like the first one, was dedicated to a girl from the 3rd year (i was in my 4th year) class.

back then, you score major points when you have the whole school read the poem you made. and the girl you dedicate that poem for becomes enamoured with you suddenly. how can she not, when all her friends are at her ear saying i am the sweetest guy around.... hahaha.

i will publish that poem here. if only i could find the actual school paper where that was posted (i saved all 4 issues from my senior year in high school), i would have scanned it and posted it here instead. but somehow, i can't find it. so i had to settle for writing it down for you all to read. i had to lift it from the actual notebook i first wrote it into.

but before you rip my head off after reading the poem, be reminded that i wrote it in high school... a time when being sappy is synonymous with being sweet. also, note that it was only my second poem... i haven't even known about syllable counts and thought processing. all i knew then was to have the lines rhyme.

so please understand? hahaha.

waiting is not forever

remember when i said i can wait
and wait without an exact date
for you to realize that i care
and accept my love with no one to dare

somebody said im a fool
waiting for a girl when i can be cool
that i can get another girl in a snap
with a promise not to have a single gap

i did not pay attention to what he said
it did not bring sleepless nights in bed
because i know its just another obstacle
one that i must try to handle

questions came into my mind
questions which i left behind
is she worth it, can i last
did i learn from lessons of the past

yes, she is the kind of girl to wait for
with a face i'd like to see some more
a smile that can enlighten my day
and sweetness that can lead my way

yes i can wait, i can hold on
obstacles may soon be gone
days that pass we must remember
because waiting may not be forever