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(lola)
her face was more wrinkled than her hands,
for some months, I thought she was my mother.
I cocooned in her hanging patadyong,
her lullabies,
I wish to wake up listening to it,
folding my dreams into paper bags, walking out
with nothing but my calloused feet and the courage
i murdered because I had to.
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from the shutter of: Kimay Bureros
But no,
Have you ever wakened up to a place where everything seems alive by dawn and dead for the rest of the day? I have. There, people wear deep wells as faces. There, some corners melt every time I look at them and start to remember the smell of your palms. Feel the maps on your hands. Jump on the pitfalls from your fingertips.
The stores sell nothing but liquor and loaves. The vending machines, home of fat rats and the phone booths are broken when you see them from a distance. The only post office has been closed for decades. The museum beside it collapsed after I went out thinking that I could challenge Geography and could delete all shipwrecks of time since the day I flew a kite, stumbled and scarred my knee.
This place is so familiar for many of us, but why is it that we haven’t bumped onto each other?
Maybe, just maybe, I was too busy running because I have long been yearning to tire myself. That if I get my self tired, I may give up. And, that, I, may, let it slip.
Maybe, you were looking downwards, retying your shoelaces.
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(gunshot)
surrounded by dusty bookshelves,
you showed me this rotten journal,
I opened it
like gently ripping off
some skin from my shoulder blades.
I opened a yellowed leaf:
“the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.”
The Thing This Doesnt Mean Is Nothing- Silent Land Time Machine
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shet. your words here remind me of lost thoughts on nostalgic moments in forgotten sepia afternoons.
those times when wisps of aged wind would dance along a naive skirt - where have they gone?
*silence*
Posted by kimay at September 15, 2008, 2:09 ambesides coffee and the vast, metaphors are the best goddamn thing in the world. oh and exaggeration (like what i always use). haha.
i love reading you too. *dances holding a fork*
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 15, 2008, 7:50 am@kimay: i can hear you murmur your verses from where i sit. 
nostalgia and sepia. igat tandem. ikaw ilang anak
i always drown beautifully in your words so soulful…
Posted by theta at September 15, 2008, 2:13 pm@theta: i miss you. let’s talk soon. *hugs*
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 15, 2008, 6:14 pmwow! parang naexcite naman ako in thought na magkakaron tayo ng collaboration in the future! hahaha! i’m so having fun with writing right now. lalo na kapag fiction. the possibilities is limitless thanks tinay
We have bumped onto each other and as far as I know, you are the best accident in my life. Thank you for the friendship pato. I owe you my special me.
Posted by balong at September 15, 2008, 6:53 pm@ron: we have to. that’s great ron, more than anything, it’s happiness that counts. thank you din sa walang-sawang pagsuporta.
@balong: *pouts*
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 15, 2008, 7:05 pm
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Currently, biking along country roads, tumbling down to the sea shore, waiting for the sun to sink, for the stars to dangle and the rain to fall into ripples. Forever young. Forever a bus window lover.
She is religious this way: Streetfoodgasm, Aurgasm, Laidbacksm, Quirkgasm, Cheapoism.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
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she lives:
* to observe MORE: a lot of parallels in this microcosm of society. which is interesting to see, sometimes funny, sometimes sad though.
* to read "dear me" letters from random people and to encourage them to write one.
* to smile at the grumpiest person in a bus/jeepney/foodcourt/line in front of the atm machine/anywhere
* to say something profound or profane when the situation calls for it/when urge pees
* to keep my family and circle of beloveds in defiant strings.
* to love more than the usual/the necessary.
* to swallow every moment of sunset, sunrise, nightsky, gentle rain, spontaneous collisions of beauty and madness.
* to see the world from puddles than from human-sized mirrors.
* to fetch the colors of culture and splash hues whenever i stay for a while, melt for a while and fade for a while.
* to immerse in the poetic corner where souls need not write poetry to be poets.
* to share more because i have much more to give.
* to swim against the tempting current of materialism, titles, the superficial & the boastful.
* to lick every feeling & thought at its rawest-- create art, music or new tiny passions from each
* to beg for Explosions in the Sky to have a picnic concert in front of me ;)
* to throw a big party if our rooster Tagay becomes a Dad.
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bawal daw magdecode ng writing… hehe! pero i noticed your using powerful metaphors. mahirap maimagine pero once you got lost with the words… hays… your writing is truly a gift…
keep it up 
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Posted by ron at September 14, 2008, 11:28 pm