Gail

Gail

A Chapter by Glen Yumang Manese



A. K. A. Filipino American Dream Series I: Unscripted © 2013
Written by Glen Yumang Manese 
A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

 


Gail © 2013

Here’s a story of Gail.                                                                      

No name is young, beautiful and talented.                                  

Intelligent turned out to be is a statistic of the streets.                                 

She’s gone 6 feet deep.                                                                      

Living is life in the fast lane.                                                               

Got on a plane to New York City ended up in Sin City. 

Once just a girl, daddy’s girl and loved by family.                     

There’s no one to claim her dignity.                                          

Finally, there is a myriad of questions to reason.                        

Other ways fall and so many roads to an ending.       

Life can be condescending.                                                                  

No one knows your name.                                                    

Let alone who’s to blame.                                                   

How much are still out there?                                        

Stranded is here or the outskirts of somewhere.                                  

I do not know you.                                                                        

I’m going to find the clues for you.                                               

What’s the real truth about you?


A life wanted.                                                                                           

A life unwanted.                                                                                         

A life is seen.                                                                                      

A life is unseen.                                                                        

A life resurrected.                                     

A life killed.                                                                            

What is joy?                                                                                    

What is a tragedy?


I come alone just me and you.                                                 
Taken time to look at your tombstone to accept this is true.     
Tears fall, but no one can see me crying.                                         
Rain washes away everything.                                                    
Except, for the fact you were something.                                        
Can’t believe you've come and gone with the wind.                     
Since, then I've been burying myself in.                                       
Where four years of time has went.                     
All that time spent.                                                                            
Put your life back in order.                                                            
Now, the message is clear to know who you were.              
Like a movie on projection screen.                                         
Your image come full circle to be seen.                                                   
I believe in your talent for what this is worth.                            
Time has come to move forth.                                                         
What I can’t believe you’re sleeping.                                                 
A vibe still resonates to keep dreaming.                                         
Here goes a prayer for the dying.


A life wanted.                                                                                   

A life unwanted.                                                                                    

A life is seen.                                                                                     

A life is unseen.                                                                               

A life resurrected.                                                                      

A life killed.                                                                                         

What is joy?                                                                                        

What is a tragedy?


She was just like me.                                                               
Looking for is a dream.                                                                  
Living and breathing the words.                                      
Inner depth means to a lullaby song.                                          
Sound to rock-a-bye baby longs.                                                     
Way to express her feelings to me and you.                               
Critical aspect is a righteous virtue.                      
Aptitude meant everything.                                                     
Everything turns to fear, as her life rest here.                          
Where’s the associated press?                                                       
Where are the paparazzi cameras?                                           
Where’s everyone, now?                                                                     
Foul play is a roll of the dice.                                                      
Taking chances can be a slip on the ice.                                             
We all have our own destiny.                                                   
Sometimes comes back as a day of infamy.                              
I've not forgotten the fallen angels and begotten.                             
A new beginning lives in me.                                                                
See, I live through you.                                                                   
I will never be you.                                                                                  
I will be what continue.                                                               
An ending lives here.                                                    
Summons me here.                                                                          
Never fails to live in fear.                                                         
Bring the lights, cameras and action.                                        
A final phrase is an expression.                                                   
A rhyme has reason.                                                                              
All who may want to hear?                                                      
Lend me your ear.                                                         
Take a moment of silence.


A life wanted.                                                                                          

A life unwanted.                                                                                       

A life is seen.                                                                                   

A life is unseen.                                                                              

A life resurrected.                                                                           

A life killed.                                                                                     

What is joy?                                                                                      

What is a tragedy?






© 2016 Glen Yumang Manese



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A sad story for this poor girl, and very unfortunate. Sometimes we are unable to handle the whirlwind of life and it sweeps us up and tears us apart until there is nothing. Very well written.

Rain washes away everything.
Except, for the fact you were something.

That was definitely my favorite line. Very touching.

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A sad story for this poor girl, and very unfortunate. Sometimes we are unable to handle the whirlwind of life and it sweeps us up and tears us apart until there is nothing. Very well written.

Rain washes away everything.
Except, for the fact you were something.

That was definitely my favorite line. Very touching.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well yes, how sad and how many stories do we hear like this one that if we were able to, we would save. Unfortunate for us who empathize we don't have wings. You words here mad me ache this morning mainly because it usually leaves the reader with a sense of humanity and helplessness. This is what good writing s'posed to do.

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Glen Yumang Manese

3 Years Ago

Again...thanks for seeing the vibe in this verse..and the others...I wanted to reflect in this one.... read more
Haha this was the first one I found after going through tons of unpublished works :P but very nice, I actually feel sympathy for Gail. A poor lost soul she truly is.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Glen Yumang Manese

3 Years Ago

Thz for the review...Im putting my work up as I edit...sorry about that...

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