Two years ago, a young writer first known as “The Story Teller” launched the Kahapon Pa Ako Gising blog (a.k.a. KPAG) as an advanced birthday gift to someone
special. The Story Teller compiled some of his best-written works and published them on this blog site. He added some borrowed photos from Corinne to make his posts more presentable. Another writer joining him was his close friend Lady Asteria who usually writes dark-themed poems fit for what the blog is truly all about.
The Story Teller later renamed himself as El Mañana and, eventually, Clover Lark while Lady Asteria also renamed herself to Asterial Goblyne. The KPAG writing staff grew throughout the years, encouraging young writers to express their feelings through writing.
Today, over 200 literary works have been posted by various writers of the KPAG team. With stories and poems of different genres varying from love, horror, and sex, visitors of this site (old or new) will never run out of enjoyable posts to read.
Thank you so much for two years of never-ending support! We hope that you could stay with us as our blog continues to grow. And hopefully, in the near future, this blog would get the recognition it deserves.
Without you, readers, this blog would be worthless. ♥
— Clover Lark
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Pinaasa sa matatamis na salita;
Nagmahal nang nagmahal,
Pagkatapos ay niloko
Hindi ka na natuto
Basa na ng luha ang mga pisngi’y ngumingiti ka pa rin,
Wasak na ay nagpapatuloy pa rin.
At ako nama’y nandito,
Walang magawa, wala.
Sabi mo kasi noo’y hayaan kitang sumaya
Hayaan kitang ngumiti sa tabi ng taong dahilan naman ng pagluha mo ngayon,
Umiyak ng umiyak…
Pero nandito parin akong taga-salo mo
Ikaw yung kumot
Ikaw yung unan
Ikaw yung kama
Ikaw yung araw sa umaga
Ikaw yung kape
Ikaw yung tasa
Ikaw yung aklat
At yung baybay ng mga letra
Ah, my lips. My everlasting luscious lips. For a long time, I have longed to have my lips to be as red as the purest drop of blood. Something that even the Kardashians would envy of having.
It was Friday night. I was busy applying my make-up on my pretty face. Carefully, I put some lip-gloss on my lips, wanting them to be as shiny as polished ruby.
“Hey, gorgeous!” I said to myself as I puckered my freshly-glossed lips.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was one of my girls calling.
“Hey, girl!” she said. “Where are you? We’re already in the club. Hurry up!”
“Yas, yas,” I said while wiping the excess lip-gloss from my lips. “The princess is almost done. Just applying some lipstick on my lips.”
“You always take a long time putting on some lipstick,” my friend complained. “Would ya hurry your ass up?”
Just as I was about to end the call, I noticed something sticking out of my lips. It was a bit of dry skin. Well, I don’t want anything sticking out of my lower lip, so I pulled it out. I know it’s just small, but damn, it hurts. It left a tiny wound on my lip, which also bled for a tiny amount. I don’t mind wiping it away if it makes my lips appear more reddish.
I hurried up and went to the club as soon as I finished putting on the last layer of my bloody red lipstick. I arrive at the nightclub after a 30-minute ride and joined up with my friends.
“Hey, gals!” I greeted with my hands raised to give them a hug. “The princess is here!”
We hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks as welcome. Each of us grabbed a drink and enjoyed the wild night beneath the darkness and the laser lights.
“What are we waiting for?” one of the girls said. “Let’s go get some boys!”
And in a moment, the night just went wilder than it already was.
Papa, nasaan ka na?
Hinihintay ka na ni mama
Sabi mo, uuwi ka na
Bakit hanggang ngayon, wala ka pa?
Papa, nasaan ka na?
Nag-aalala na ngayon si mama
Hindi mo raw kasi sinasagot
Ang mga tawag niyang para sa’yo
Papa, hindi namin alam
Ang nangyayari sa’yo
Papa, bakit mo kami ginaganito?
Papa, ano ba’ng problema mo?
Bakit ‘di namin alam ang nangyayari sa’yo?
Sana’y ikaw ay nagsabi
Para wala kaming iniintindi
Papa, ano ba’ng problema mo?
Hindi namin alam kung ano’ng meron sa’yo?
Ano ba’ng pumasok sa isip mo
At kami ngayo’y iniiwasan mo?
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Palagi kong naaalala ang sinasabi sa akin ng kapatid ko sa tuwing binibilhan kami ng pagkain ng aming nanay.
“Patikim ako, kuya.”
Oo, palagi kong naririnig iyan. Kahit na pareho kaming binilhan ng pagkain ng nanay namin, lalapit pa rin siya at hihingi sa kinakain ko.
“Binilhan ka na nga ni nanay, oh!” reklamo ko minsan. “Bakit mo pa kailangan humingi?”
“Eh kasi, hindi ko pa ‘yan natitikman,” katwiran niya palagi.
Hindi naman ko naman siya kayang tanggihan dahil baka magtampo siya at isumbong pa ako kay nanay. Kaya wala tuloy akong magagawa kundi ang ipatikim sa aking kapatid ang kinakain ko
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