Ilang segundo, minuto
ang kinailangan mo
upang ibaon ng tuluyan
ang sakit na dulot ng kahapon?
Isang hakbang palayo ---
dagdag sa lumalaking agwat
sa inyong pagitan
para sa ikabubuti ng lahat, ka'mo.
Ngunit nagniningning,
naglalakbay sa iyong mukha
ang mga patak ng pangungulila
na patuloy mong iniluluha.
Ako ang saksi.
Kasama ang nangangalawang
na poste ng kuryente
at ang basang mukha ng kalsada
Sige, sabi ko.
Hindi ko man alam ang dahilan
alay ko ang palad ng pagkakaibigan.
Inom ka pa, eto, ako na bahala sa deposito.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Reading rampage
Been on a reading rampage the past several weeks. Just finished ---
I am the Messenger (Zusak)
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (Kundera)
Divergent (Roth)
Insurgent (Roth)
The Perks of being a Wallflower (Chbosky)
The Power of Six
Currently reading Screwtape Proposes a Toast and other pieces by C.S. Lewis. Many a silent chuckle I have let loose during shuttle rides to and fro work. My old, ratty copy seems shiny and new, and the bookworm in me is enormously glad I packed it along with several favorites coming here from Iloilo some seven years ago.
Birthday's coming up and while I'm looking forward to V's advanced birthday gift (Baguio, baby!), I wouldn't mind receiving some if not most of what's listed here. Oh, shameless, I know!
The Constant Heart (Nova)
The Man Without a Country (Vonnegut)
Breathing the Water (Levertov)
No One Belongs Here More Than You (July)
Daughters of the North/The Carhullan Army (Hall)
Gone Girl (Flynn)
The Edible Woman (Atwood)
I've a thing for the smell of books. Almost a turn-on, yeah. Also, love highlighting some of my favorite passages. Thus, a real, live book is a must. Hear! Hear!
Ending note/life lately:
Will jump into the unknown in a month's time. Wondering what awaits me. Hell, not sure of anything except this one thing --- it's been real but I'd like my life back, thank you.
Fingers crossed and knocking on all pieces of wood I can, this is going to be the best birthday gift I'm going to give myself.
I am the Messenger (Zusak)
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (Kundera)
Divergent (Roth)
Insurgent (Roth)
The Perks of being a Wallflower (Chbosky)
The Power of Six
Currently reading Screwtape Proposes a Toast and other pieces by C.S. Lewis. Many a silent chuckle I have let loose during shuttle rides to and fro work. My old, ratty copy seems shiny and new, and the bookworm in me is enormously glad I packed it along with several favorites coming here from Iloilo some seven years ago.
Birthday's coming up and while I'm looking forward to V's advanced birthday gift (Baguio, baby!), I wouldn't mind receiving some if not most of what's listed here. Oh, shameless, I know!
The Constant Heart (Nova)
The Man Without a Country (Vonnegut)
Breathing the Water (Levertov)
No One Belongs Here More Than You (July)
Daughters of the North/The Carhullan Army (Hall)
Gone Girl (Flynn)
The Edible Woman (Atwood)
I've a thing for the smell of books. Almost a turn-on, yeah. Also, love highlighting some of my favorite passages. Thus, a real, live book is a must. Hear! Hear!
Ending note/life lately:
Will jump into the unknown in a month's time. Wondering what awaits me. Hell, not sure of anything except this one thing --- it's been real but I'd like my life back, thank you.
Fingers crossed and knocking on all pieces of wood I can, this is going to be the best birthday gift I'm going to give myself.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Forgiven not forgotten
We have always
sought the December wind.
Perhaps because it reminds us
of warmth despite the cold
the radiance of
hearts so light
the temporary rising
of pristine flags
surrendering to the moment,
joyous and unrestrained
hostilties forgotten,
all's forgiven for the time being.
sought the December wind.
Perhaps because it reminds us
of warmth despite the cold
the radiance of
hearts so light
the temporary rising
of pristine flags
surrendering to the moment,
joyous and unrestrained
hostilties forgotten,
all's forgiven for the time being.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Comings and goings
Going, going, gone. Yep, that'll be me. And I can't wait.
Long time coming. Enough false loyalty. Enough with the hope that staying will amount to something. Just enough. Stop. Give way to something new. Allow the passing to usher the emergence. Of what --- is to be decided. And deciding to look at the indecision in a positive light. Being anything within the confines of my adulthood. And deciding what a happy confinement it shall be.
For now, we suck it up.
Happy New Year, folks.
Decide what you will become.
Plunge head on and make no regrets.
More importantly, dare to live free.
---
And if my face is any indication of how stressed I am where the big change is concerned, it's high time to pack me bags, lassie.
Long time coming. Enough false loyalty. Enough with the hope that staying will amount to something. Just enough. Stop. Give way to something new. Allow the passing to usher the emergence. Of what --- is to be decided. And deciding to look at the indecision in a positive light. Being anything within the confines of my adulthood. And deciding what a happy confinement it shall be.
For now, we suck it up.
Happy New Year, folks.
Decide what you will become.
Plunge head on and make no regrets.
More importantly, dare to live free.
---
And if my face is any indication of how stressed I am where the big change is concerned, it's high time to pack me bags, lassie.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
The world
supposedly ends tomorrow.
An imagined apocalyptic devastation
of cities burned to the ground,
shells of what once were bodies
strewn about.
Say the world did end,
do you see in the midst of its gory wake
our destiny --- what's left of you and me?
Perhaps we shall live to tell
how the end of the world was not at all
devastating nor apocalyptic.
Rather a time of punctuation,
a muted gesture of pause,
the all-stopping ---
dreams buried,
desires put to rest.
the falling yet not failing.
Instead, the coming
of triumph's end.
An imagined apocalyptic devastation
of cities burned to the ground,
shells of what once were bodies
strewn about.
Say the world did end,
do you see in the midst of its gory wake
our destiny --- what's left of you and me?
Perhaps we shall live to tell
how the end of the world was not at all
devastating nor apocalyptic.
Rather a time of punctuation,
a muted gesture of pause,
the all-stopping ---
dreams buried,
desires put to rest.
the falling yet not failing.
Instead, the coming
of triumph's end.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Yield
Yes, said the Heart. Yielding to the explosion of words --- harsh, terse --- sentiments kept far too long, clamoring for air. Yes to everything. Stop, said the mind, seeing reality (presumed, perceived) on but one eye, oft guilty of watching, not really seeing. Insert the truth wrapped in a desperate embrace, the plea, the refusal in face of what could be (unimaginable!)
...that I'd almost lost you.
Fearfully ask: What are the chances you'll get another chance like this again?
Take this: the story of a girl molding her heart in the small of your palm.
---
Because the events of yesterday still weigh heavily on my heart. Because I know I'm not the nicest person, that I can unleash hell especially if it's the wrong time to mess with me, that I am lacking in a lot of aspects but please, please know this: I assure you I can and will fight for you and what we believe in and in what we promised each other in the time we have been together. You know you have my heart. Always.
...that I'd almost lost you.
Fearfully ask: What are the chances you'll get another chance like this again?
Take this: the story of a girl molding her heart in the small of your palm.
---
Because the events of yesterday still weigh heavily on my heart. Because I know I'm not the nicest person, that I can unleash hell especially if it's the wrong time to mess with me, that I am lacking in a lot of aspects but please, please know this: I assure you I can and will fight for you and what we believe in and in what we promised each other in the time we have been together. You know you have my heart. Always.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Vivere Libero
Soon. On my wrist. Or some other body part. But soon.
I apologize. This is going to be a jumble of thoughts. You see I've been trying to write but other than a few flimsy verses, I haven't coughed up anything worth posting. Oh, my taciturn tongue. And what mass of sentiments I have ---
Stand still, my love.
As I have.
Stood still to allow
the molding of our bodies
(to fit through the cracks
of our broken, mending hearts).
Ayayay!
I feel as if all my words (and some semblance of control) have left me in the middle of the night when I was too tired to care about them. Hence, this. Bummer [insert anger management here]. And the problem with anger is that it leaves no room for imagination.
I seriously wish I could give this intersection of indecision a roundhouse kick to the moon.
In the works, though: Photo-poetry of our Bohol-Cebu Trip. And this I am really excited about! Yes, holding on to anything that will make my spirit bright.
I apologize. This is going to be a jumble of thoughts. You see I've been trying to write but other than a few flimsy verses, I haven't coughed up anything worth posting. Oh, my taciturn tongue. And what mass of sentiments I have ---
Stand still, my love.
As I have.
Stood still to allow
the molding of our bodies
(to fit through the cracks
of our broken, mending hearts).
Ayayay!
I feel as if all my words (and some semblance of control) have left me in the middle of the night when I was too tired to care about them. Hence, this. Bummer [insert anger management here]. And the problem with anger is that it leaves no room for imagination.
I seriously wish I could give this intersection of indecision a roundhouse kick to the moon.
In the works, though: Photo-poetry of our Bohol-Cebu Trip. And this I am really excited about! Yes, holding on to anything that will make my spirit bright.
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