at night

The streets become more palpable,
Its cold cement, dark.
In one corner,
You might see,
Splattered with blood,
A carcass of a cat.
No matter how silent it moves,
In death, it creates a rhythm of cracking bones.

The lampposts,
Become the sons of the moon.
Resembling tall men
Wearing stars for a hat,
Guarding the silence of the dark.
You'll find solace at their sight.

Like noisy lovers,
You'll hear the air,
Stroking
The slender body of the leaves.
Conceiving a tone,
That lucidly turns into a lullaby.

The sky becomes
A brunette sea.
Its pearls glistening,
In their solitary space.
The moon, a radiant bended shell.

At night, the world
Starts anew.

how i wish

Give me a Mermaid for a Tattoo

Archie Barcelona

Give me a mermaid for a tattoo,
on my flanks she will walk ,
on my arms she will flex,
on my belly she will dance
like she were alive,
unhooked.

I lounge
on a bed of shells,
listening
to hypnotic songs
to mermaids mouthing tales
of forgotten cities.
Incredibly
I understand,
despite the bubbles that muddle
each utterance.

Give me a mermaid for a tattoo,
indelibly pinning her between
needle and skin,
trapping forever
a companion
who talks
in ink.

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i was proscrastinating AGAIN... then i saw this poem... aww... how i wish this words are for me... *sigh*

lanna's birthday!

fun fun day yesterday!! :)

my mom, amma, kuya, nanay, kyle, and lanna went here yesterday. it was lanna's birthday. first we went to greenbelt to watch aladdin! super fun i love genie! the kids really enjoyed the show! during the 15 minute break lanna kept on saying she wants to see princess jasmine again... so i told here genie needs to rest first so we have to wait... ;)

after watching aladin lanna fell asleep, while kyle and i were eating lotso of candies and chocolates! so much for sugar rush that we played all through out the ride to avilon! :)

avilon was so huge, i got really tired! we saw the crocodiles, the birds. the tigers, the hyenas! and a lot more. kyle was scared of the crocodiles. kuya and amma took a picture with the snake on their necks! eww! gross and scary! so i didn't try! i was pulling kyle towards them, he was so scared that he kept on shouting no and he kept on hiding at nanay's back.

lanna kyle and i took alot of pictures with the tiger, the leopard and the wild boar! :) such fun!:)

after that we went to this science museum in marikina, lanna was asleep. amma, kuya, kyle and i had a good time, playing with the inventions there, making bubbles, tidal waves and a lot more!
after that we went to the mall of asia, since it was lanna's birthday we bought here a small pink cake.

fun fun day with the kids! so nice to be around kids for a change! :)

from patiey's blog

cheers for september drama!

it's september ( so what, you ask?!), and people have started to get into some big drama. probably, it's all the pre-octoberfest frenzy, the november-dead-me-days, or the december-chill-to-kill mode that drive us crazy... whatever floats your boat, let's take a toast (and a long, sensuous smoke puff) for that!

TOASTS FOR:

gays and lesbos who fight back to dick-inside-out, sore losers

peeps who brave the odds of getting their hair dyed

pregnant bitches who say no to abortion

people who come and go in your life (ex's, fb's, etc.)

yuppies who work hard n play hard

bands or pseudo-bands who are getting signed or booked

hippies who get discount on ukay-ukay finds

'quickers' who sneak in their quickee and have quickie really quick (more toasts for extra rounds of *o)

bums who lug around and still have a fun 24/7 life... list goes on!

A BIG BOO THOUGH FOR:

LOSERS WHO THINK THEY'RE THE VITCTIM

LOSERS WHO THINK THEY'RE ALL THAT

LOSERS WHO EAT SHIT. PERIOD!

the cold season's must've got into me... furr coat pls! and blue mascara! and yosi pls!

just love the positive bitchiness!

new expression

new expression from nyx:

yuck... if ever!

the dawn

kelangan lang na mailagay ang picture nila sa blog ko!!! :)

Ashore

In the four corners
Of my cardboard sea,
The ink of my pen
Becomes the dark ocean waves.
Like love:
Eternally sloshing
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Incessantly becoming and leaving.

This ocean of metaphors
Sail me to so many
Shores of poems.
Bringing me towards
Your infinity.

Struggling not to drown,
I tore my paper ocean--
That opened into a terrain,
Fertile with fresh beginnings

Now I am a fish,
Forever ashore.

search

To remember you,
I collect all that is left of what we were.

So I go back inside this dark room
Where our shadows once
Danced under the glow
Of the jaundiced moon.

Engulfed by dimness
I start to search the space,
My hands becoming my eyes
Feeling textures
Known only in the dark.

Then my hand landed into something;
Something, only my eyes could stroke
Suddenly you are no longer
A fabrication of yearning,
But a carcass of reality.
The very same one
I have touched,
The very same You
I have loved.

And now I know why,
I chose to stay in the dark.

Sameness

Sameness

Carlomar Arcangel Daoana

Rising to the shock of morning,

he realizes how his body resembles his.

How come you share my body, says he,

pulling the blanket to his shoulders

not so much out of coldness as wanting

to be hidden. We are both the same,

he replies, and stretches his limbs

to reveal the absence of breasts,

the quick drop of the chest

to the abdomen. They always have

this kind of conversation to find

to find their way out of shame when last night,

they seemed perfectly fitted together,

torque and groove, and not one of them,

uttered any sound of discomfort.


**hahaha, baka makarelate Siya dito sa poem. by the way crush ko rin yung poet na nagsulat nito. :)

drizzle

yehey! after the dearth, finally a drizzle of words. hopefully the poems will be good enough for OAD.

Watercolor Love

You are watercolor
Dancing on paper.
The strokes of your body,
Sway with the rhythm of colors,
That vivify the memory
Of the once flawless
Pare of my youth.

I am a brush
Trying to lash
You back into this blank space
You once filled
With bright
Shades of bliss.

But the light
Is swiftly grazing off.
Concealing the luminous
Hues of desire.

The colors are turning into
Subdued streaks of parting.
Now only smudges of
Sad claret fills up,
The space you left beside me.

Waterbound

The ardent wind disperses
With the slightest
Touch of the sea.

The wave kisses the shore
With its lipless mouth.
Soon after,
Only sea foams remain.

This reprise of tragedy
Is what vivifies the sea.

Waterbound,
I am but a small fish:
A witness
To the never ending
Flow of parting.

the plague

"Query: How contrive not to waste one's time?

Answer: By being fully aware of it all the while. Ways in which this can be done: By spending one's days on an uneasy chair in a dentist's waitint-room; by listening to lectures in a language one doesn't know; by traveling by the longest and least-convenient train routes, and of course standing all the way; by lining up at the box-office of theaters and then not buying a seat; and so forth."

-albert camus

neruda 2

SAME STORY

This evening, each hour, it grows earlier:
each splendor, each shadow,
each twilight, dawns anew on our world:
immovable time
masks
its exigent face
and changelessly changes its garment:
each night or in delicate daybreak
the long silence of glaciers,
summer's reddening apple:
all is vagabond as the wind:
time idles, immobile,
hueless and heatless, sunless and starless:
nothing avails but the absolute.

Goodbye and goodbye. Nothing changes.

STAR

Good enough: so i never returned. I no longer grieve
for a vanished return. All things are resolved by the sand--
and as part of the landscape and waves,
salt syllable or sea louse,
I, sovereign and slave to these shores,
surrender myself, shackle myself to my rock.
No free will for those of us who exist
as a piece of appearances,
no going for those who return
to themselves, to the rock of their singular being:
and the only perduring star is the sea.

by: Pablo Neruda

**still no rain of words, so i am swimming into the sea of the gods instead. i am but a small girl.

rain

I need words to rain down on me,

so i can create a sea of my own.

tribu blue

face to face with strangers
the night opens
with a pitcher of blue liquid and gin
and we match it with cigarettes
perhaps, in our attempt to belch out
the bitter taste of his skin

the second pitcher came
as i talked about long letters
and his short distant responses--
they relate to the coldness.
oh, how remembering
can bridge the souls of those forgotten.

the third pitcher poured
out her soul
slithering out her mouth
is apathy
concretized in his form.

the fourth pitcher spills out
memory:
his last words
his last kiss
his last touch.

down to our last glass
before the night closes in on us
we swallow down the very last
ounce of his being.

inebriated by memory
we suddenly head out to the sink
to finally puke him out of our lives
for him to join
the filthy side of forgetfulness
as we once did

now we lean against each other
the three of us
no longer strangers
and for the last time we raise a toast
for our new found tie.

(the first time with rej and red)

**not sure if i'm going to read it in rainbow project. not good enough for me eh. they might just laugh at my nonsense, perhaps i'll write a new one. for now this poem will just sit here to be read by no one. =)

confirmation

after the storm... my question was finally answered.

yes people, he is...