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-

 

biskan

11/12/08

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H: it seems that there is no sorrow nor grudges in your eyes. though i know that you have been through a lot.

T: i just HOPE. i rarely EXPECT.

 

People.

 

I can never live with all the seas, the birds, the vast and the sea urchins without them. Music would be as destructive as noise if I no longer hear stomps of soles that have walked, barefooted beside me… near me. With so many faces and multi-faceted people, I could have given up on life, on love and on laughter.

 

but here I am, very hopeful. willing to live. willing to create more tiny hearts even if they are bound to be broken.  always clumsy when it comes to laughing. to laugh crying.

 

Sometimes, I hold on to trees, bridges, sunsets and streams. because people hurt me. because people forsake me. because people tire me. because people forget about me when they do not need me. because people  fold me and hide me in bags. because people toy me. because people steal me from sleep. because people want me. because people care more when i begin to go away.because people take me in as an element of mystery and romance. because people are people and they are busy finding their spots under this sun. 

 

i have rolled some of them with oil papers, kept them from the sunrise and learned things the hard way.

i have stayed for some because i could never give up that easy on things and people i truly love.

i have slowly forgotten some after life helped me in forgiving them and forgiving my very self.

a few, makes me smile when i see the reflections of the clouds on after-rain maps.

a few,  makes me clench my fist and set the past tension free because everything dies whether you kill them or not.

a few, strengthen my faith that setting free has so much in it that’s why life calls it “a form of real love”

a few, to hell i care.

a few, interesting…nice nice nice.

a few, i have slingshot to the sky with wishes of happiness, love and great sex life.

a few, seriously now, i have managed to co-exist with. some, i have relied on for existence.

 

 

 

 and one or two, make or break everything that i have earned over the years.

 

 

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Previous Comments

A crashed pc can kill razor queen :( hey tintin, i missed you so. I am happy to read this as a come back. This recollects pain and blows away everything I feel now. Thank you.

Posted by maurya at November 12, 2008, 10:14 pm

Misshuw too. Too much pain is numbing. When I started to be-friend acceptance, everything, including the aches smiled at me in a way that does not pierce. is this normal? haha ;)

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 12, 2008, 10:26 pm

Adik ka ya sis. Haha. Isa lang mahambal ko, I do not care if where do I belong in your set of people. For this dead romantic here, you are one of the very few who can kill distance, age, gender, time, etc. just to make me feel valued. Labyu. Ahehe.

Posted by blu at November 12, 2008, 10:37 pm

@blu: manong, got your email days ago and i am still thinking kung paano ko sabtan. tak-an ko maminsar subong nga inadlaw. hehe. You are mu big bro from a different seminal vesicle ;)

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 12, 2008, 10:45 pm

btw– ngaa daw lain ka na oras subong online? may gintabo ka nga oras sa kalibutan ay? aku na :D

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 12, 2008, 10:46 pm

a special e-mail coming your way, beloved poetess. :)

Posted by ben at November 13, 2008, 7:06 pm

@ben: thanks for the words ben. :) sorry if i haven’t replied to your DA comments and notes.

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 14, 2008, 10:13 pm

wala ah boangit. zombie si manong mo. lipat ka na? :D

Posted by blu at November 14, 2008, 11:23 pm

hoping, instead of expecting — i like that. =)

Posted by aileen at November 15, 2008, 11:17 pm

@blue: haha. daw ka pagsik gid lang sa imo nong :D

@ai: it will surely make this sphere less stressful ;)

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 16, 2008, 7:36 am