#cebulitfest

[@jhamid9732]

"we happened to be in two different paths, meant to cross but not to last" Heartbreaking.

[@ivakolin2074]

Plot Twist From Yuuta Takemoto of Honey and Clover: I’d been wondering all this time, whether there's any meaning to a failed love. Is something that will disappear, the same as something that never existed? We have a list of names but we’d rather not mention them. Let’s call them Teddy Bear, Ferris Wheel, December, Budapest, Wong Kar Wai, Café Mocha with Mint. This is no character assassination. Or a pity party like the ones on television. No insinuation. No accusation. No degradation. And no. This is not some form of ego-tripping masturbation. Just two people having certain declarations about… You, who did not love me back, On your 15th birthday, I gave you a teddy bear to keep you company during lonely nights. In return, you gave me fire like it was the last piece of warmth I am ever allowed to feel from you. I have learned to find beauty in the inches of my skin where you left scorch marks of your name. I was a blank canvass before I met you, and despite the days I spent trying to erase you from my body, I am now a walking piece of art. You, who did not love me back, I remember how afraid I used to be of overpass bridges, of tall buildings, how I cringe at the thought of riding a helicopter, but remember that day? When for the the first time, I rode a barrio fiesta Ferris wheel with you and, God, I didn’t know how wonderful it is to not be land-locked. You were the biggest fear I ever conquered; I’m not sorry to have wished to be conquered back. You, who did not love me back, I travelled hundreds of miles to a strange city so I could see you that one night in December. I promised I would be braver, to walk the unfamiliar streets like I have never feared the dark. But you had eyes that made it impossible for me to go through that night without grasping your hand, and praying you will never let go. P.S. I wish you well on your wedding day. You, who did not love me back, I imagine you now, sitting outside a coffee shop in Budapest, reading Susan Sontag or John Updike. You regular Peter. I imagine you just forgot about us mortals, us tattooed wrists. I imagine that our lives forked somewhere in the road, but you are somewhere. We survive telling ourselves you are somewhere. I no longer wish to be loved back, I just sometimes wish you were still here. You, who did not love me back, You made me listen to all your favorite songs, made me see all your favorite films. Chungking Express, 1994 by Wong Kar-Wai, I knew right then that you were something. That it wo9uld take great restraint to keep me from falling. But just as I drowned in the vast universe you welcomed me into, you decided to abandon me. I guess that’s how I learned how to swim. You, who did not love me back, I won’t forget those October nights. The damp taxi ride to your home, the warm bus trip on the way to mine. This is how I end things, I thought. Gave you CDs and a large cup of coffee. Check for the last time if you could see me. It’s funny, I still order your favorite: cafe mocha with mint. And it’s amazing how I get to point at each scar with a joke now. When you never were. You never are. But you are no longer my book/ and I’m no longer just your chapter./ I am more than just a plot twist,/ and you are not my main character./ Our story/ is over but mine still goes on. You, who did not love us back, Let me mend the cracks you have left me. Let me take the guilt off your shoulders. These are mine. Let me immerse in the quiet of your absence, I have never heard my own music this loudly. I am sorry. I never meant to assign you power you did not vie for. Never meant to make you the villain. Now I’m certain, we just happen to be in two different paths, meant to cross but not to last. Forgive me for planting grave marks where you left seeds. I was too angry to see the blooming flowers in the trail you left behind. I turned unwilling to unkind. I made distance just another word for cruel. Branded myself a fool for seeing paradise in a meadow. Called myself brave for basking in my sorrow. Called you a coward for refusing to jump. When the truth is this: we all have cliffs we need to leap from and I just wasn’t yours. I just wasn’t yours. But Teddy Bear, Ferris Wheel, December, Budapest, Wong Kar-Wai, Cafe Mocha with Mint: Look at all the love I have saved for another.

[@fumi9060]

ALFONSO MANALASTAS WE NEED MORE VIDEOS OF YOU DOING SPOKEN WORD PLEASE

[@probinsyanasasingapore4196]

Nakaka proud sana lahat nang lalaki may ganitong talent

[@HannahGracielaTV]

It's my first time of hearing Mr.Juan Miguel deliver an english spoken poetry❤

[@kit_22]

"I am more than a plot twist, and you are not my main character..." Ang ganda. Sana nga ma-transcribe. :) It is soo beautiful. Kudos Juan Miguel and Alfonso! (mag-bestie sila)

[@jonas121212joby]

This will always be my favorite piece...

[@darajoyce5514]

Ang galing nilaaaa, sana allll

[@nikkiustaresbacaltos1930]

Nakakailang balik na 'ko dito. 🤍 Hello 2022

[@squishymar]

"I just wasn't yours." I felt that shit right there. 😞

[@cass1094]

galing ♥

[@drei7165]

My inspiration ❤

[@casavashainae.8494]

Very nice 👏🏻😍

[@geresoncampomanes5237]

You are the greatest fear that i've ever conquered 🥺

[@aronsinogba224]

ganda

[@zbdigesolver8305]

its good

[@alyzajoypabillore8344]

ALFONSOOOO MANALASTASSSS MORR VIDSSS

[@harizatimbang3882]

You are the greatest fear I ever conquer💔 -JMS

[@Janehearttaylor]

One of the best piece i have ever heard. 😭 Can i have a copy of this piece?

[@iamnakasonejan11]

Nice! 😊but, May mga tagalog compilation ba kayo? Mas nice yung atin talaga sana.

[@drei7165]

can I have the copy of this piece?

[@artestrana7391]

galing.. ano po title ng piece nila?

[@bLuesharkboy05]

Art Estrana hindi naman po halata sa title na nakalagay na yung piece no?

[@julesrenecabangcalan4085]

guys sino may kopya nung lyrics neto? lyrics ba tawag dun? basta ung written or typed na version? hahaha d ako maka get over

[@marneljaspergalang5530]

piece brother pero wala ako hahaha

[@ivakolin2074]

Plot Twist From Yuuta Takemoto of Honey and Clover: I’d been wondering all this time, whether there's any meaning to a failed love. Is something that will disappear, the same as something that never existed? We have a list of names but we’d rather not mention them. Let’s call them Teddy Bear, Ferris Wheel, December, Budapest, Wong Kar Wai, Café Mocha with Mint. This is no character assassination. Or a pity party like the ones on television. No insinuation. No accusation. No degradation. And no. This is not some form of ego-tripping masturbation. Just two people having certain declarations about… You, who did not love me back, On your 15th birthday, I gave you a teddy bear to keep you company during lonely nights. In return, you gave me fire like it was the last piece of warmth I am ever allowed to feel from you. I have learned to find beauty in the inches of my skin where you left scorch marks of your name. I was a blank canvass before I met you, and despite the days I spent trying to erase you from my body, I am now a walking piece of art. You, who did not love me back, I remember how afraid I used to be of overpass bridges, of tall buildings, how I cringe at the thought of riding a helicopter, but remember that day? When for the the first time, I rode a barrio fiesta Ferris wheel with you and, God, I didn’t know how wonderful it is to not be land-locked. You were the biggest fear I ever conquered; I’m not sorry to have wished to be conquered back. You, who did not love me back, I travelled hundreds of miles to a strange city so I could see you that one night in December. I promised I would be braver, to walk the unfamiliar streets like I have never feared the dark. But you had eyes that made it impossible for me to go through that night without grasping your hand, and praying you will never let go. P.S. I wish you well on your wedding day. You, who did not love me back, I imagine you now, sitting outside a coffee shop in Budapest, reading Susan Sontag or John Updike. You regular Peter. I imagine you just forgot about us mortals, us tattooed wrists. I imagine that our lives forked somewhere in the road, but you are somewhere. We survive telling ourselves you are somewhere. I no longer wish to be loved back, I just sometimes wish you were still here. You, who did not love me back, You made me listen to all your favorite songs, made me see all your favorite films. Chungking Express, 1994 by Wong Kar-Wai, I knew right then that you were something. That it wo9uld take great restraint to keep me from falling. But just as I drowned in the vast universe you welcomed me into, you decided to abandon me. I guess that’s how I learned how to swim. You, who did not love me back, I won’t forget those October nights. The damp taxi ride to your home, the warm bus trip on the way to mine. This is how I end things, I thought. Gave you CDs and a large cup of coffee. Check for the last time if you could see me. It’s funny, I still order your favorite: cafe mocha with mint. And it’s amazing how I get to point at each scar with a joke now. When you never were. You never are. But you are no longer my book/ and I’m no longer just your chapter./ I am more than just a plot twist,/ and you are not my main character./ Our story/ is over but mine still goes on. You, who did not love us back, Let me mend the cracks you have left me. Let me take the guilt off your shoulders. These are mine. Let me immerse in the quiet of your absence, I have never heard my own music this loudly. I am sorry. I never meant to assign you power you did not vie for. Never meant to make you the villain. Now I’m certain, we just happen to be in two different paths, meant to cross but not to last. Forgive me for planting grave marks where you left seeds. I was too angry to see the blooming flowers in the trail you left behind. I turned unwilling to unkind. I made distance just another word for cruel. Branded myself a fool for seeing paradise in a meadow. Called myself brave for basking in my sorrow. Called you a coward for refusing to jump. When the truth is this: we all have cliffs we need to leap from and I just wasn’t yours. I just wasn’t yours. But Teddy Bear, Ferris Wheel, December, Budapest, Wong Kar-Wai, Cafe Mocha with Mint: Look at all the love I have saved for another.

[@av7114]

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[@qdnoda3293]

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