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Looking for When by: RT
with pruned fingertips,
I wrote a letter that I wanted to mail you
to say that you are the most confusing creature
to say that I am here in the middle of the raining city
and that I am reminded of being on the highest
slide at four years old,
I was crying to get off, to get off.
I was crying for Lolo to help me get off.
Get off.
Get
o
f
f
I pouted, played with the pen and wrote
PS, crossed it out after.
The glass walls did what
I wanted to do for
I was too
cold. Too cold. You made me cold.
I dove my face on the paper,
when I rose, a man in Che Guevarra shirt
boastfully handed me his cellphone
“happy people scare me, you look like my soul mate
i’ll call you”
I typed 09157341135
his face was a canvass, his hands felt like aquarium.
days before today,
my sister complained
“a guy with trombone voice and hot air balloon vocabulary
insists that I am his soul mate because I wore tie-dyed last Tuesday
and that I wrote on table napkins.”
I smiled at her, took off my bra under my old Guevarra shirt
and took a nap.
The Robot Has Got the Blues- Worm is Green
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@neutron: thanks for the comment. actually, this one is a mixture of truth and baroque fiction. 
hi tin, i like this pero diko maintindihan yong title..hehe ano ba yong dagunos?
Posted by eli at September 28, 2008, 6:07 pm@eli: thanks eli 
dagunos means downpour. i have this amor for hiligaynon so as much as i can gusto ko siyang isama sa aking lit.
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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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-
this reminded me of my hi-skul sweet heart. she loves to write poem based on her experiences
Posted by neutron19 at September 28, 2008, 12:25 am