siya

 

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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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 poetry as visual art

 powets do kick ass

 iPud (ako, too)

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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-

 

palakpak

10/30/08

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 is there a point in your life that you wish to relive?

i woke up today wanting to pin time on the floor

and let it vomit the past.

under the drizzles, i watched my muddy toes,

 

both of you have been with me all throughout

 

two meters away, i could hear the cymbals

and i wore my face again.

 

“it’s a if you have wandered so far”

 

Michael was smiling at me, fixing the drumsticks

Leomarf was smiling at me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm

Jeffrey was smiling at me, chewing to drought the gum in his mouth

Glen was smiling at me, impersonating the way I stomp my feet, singing.

 

i wanted to relive those days when all i had was my self,

full of wind vanes, full of dying morse codes

full of casualties riding bicycles.

 

but every time i sleep,

life sees to it that i wake up

with more reasons not to relive 

but to simply

LIVE.

 

and just kill with a needle and a laugh

all those hands

choking me on the neck,

 

i sat on the floor,

clapping my hands.

rolling my puruntong like a fisherman,

drooling over a screamo song i wish i wrote

when i was 17.

 

unwrapped a candy,

swallowed it whole as my throat welcomed

everything that is bitter

and my heart bathed in bile.

 

 

 

 

 

for everything you have told me. for everything you thought i was when you were all just 10.

salamat mga boylettes. 

 

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Previous Comments

This is as beautiful as you.

Posted by ben at October 31, 2008, 7:32 am

hays..sana may sumulat din ng tula para sakin…

ben was right. it’s as beautiful as your soul.

Posted by ron at October 31, 2008, 10:57 am

epiphanies here. :)

Posted by Chai at October 31, 2008, 1:36 pm

“i woke up today wanting to pin time on the floor

and let it vomit the past. ”
-count me in tin!

Posted by akosikai at November 1, 2008, 8:19 am

but every time i sleep,

“life sees to it that i wake up

with more reasons not to relive

but to simply

LIVE.”

- beautiful, tin. reminds me that life is about moving forward (even on muddy feet sometimes).

Posted by aileen at November 1, 2008, 10:18 pm

@ben: :) *burps* hehe

@ron: meron anonymous na nagsusulat about you, for sure ;)

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 2, 2008, 1:34 am

@chai: landmines :)

@kai: pakyu nostalgia :D

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 2, 2008, 1:34 am

@ai: YES. all caps. nodding and sighing :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 2, 2008, 1:35 am