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-

 

hidlaw

01/5/09

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when ghost writing does not seem ghostly… 

 

 

full title: The Things I will Avoid Doing When I Miss My Self and You

 

 

I.

watching movies in my underwear,

(instead:)

i will turn the tv off and call it an idiot box,

a flash fiction of everything ugly and

i will fold blankets the wrong way, comb my hair

and wear some gel, wear high-heels and

forget what tickles-on-bed are.

 

II.

walking alone in black sandals,

(instead : )

buy blue ones and wear them, drag

my puppy and walk around smiling to

trisikad drivers sleeping, their faces covered

with their hats. Their calloused soles

above the town and everything awake.

 

III

staying in the bathroom

Lathering lotion on my shoulders

(because:)

 

nobody will kiss and lick them.

 

IV.

closing my eyes

imagining Lao Tzu and Hitler having coffee

or alcohol with

us

 

(because:)

 

suddenly, i hate world history and my Guevarra shirt.

 

V.

Sleeping

 

(because : )

 

i hate waking up, without your hands around my waist.

 

VI.

 caging elephants for the circus

 

 

 

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Previous Comments

salamat tinz! nakalibre naman ko gift kag nalipay si tart. hihihi. love you! muahz.

Posted by shanz at January 5, 2009, 2:39 pm

@shanz: boobita, dasun mapabayad na ko ha. supta lang. linaga sa mandurriao! :D

Posted by modernpatadyong at January 5, 2009, 8:05 pm

and then i will crawl up in my bed caressing myself to doze off (because:) you left me with no sensuality, no orgiastic moans to lull me to sleep. hahaha! i suck at lines, really. but you. you’ve always made wonders with verses. keep it up! :D

Posted by lio loco at January 6, 2009, 8:16 am

dearest darling,

i soooo miss you… when i read your writings again, i’m swept by the waves of surrealism that hit me back to reality with a big bang…

i still love you.. i’m sorry for losing track of you…

update update…

from my surrealistic heart to your patadyong,
theta

ps.

i’ll be undergoing a training for being an online esl instructor for mexicans.. wish me luck, dearie.. *kiss*

Posted by theta at January 6, 2009, 9:15 pm

naks..maagang valentine yta to ah. hehe
kidding aside, believe talaga ako sa galeng ng pagtahi mo ng mga salita.

Posted by eli at January 7, 2009, 12:16 pm

@theta: missed you too, mademoiselle.
all the best to you as you earn all that has to be earned here and “here” :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at January 8, 2009, 8:19 am

@eli: sana nga naging mananahi na lang ako. igagawa kita ng paborito mong saplot. hehe. :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at January 8, 2009, 8:20 am

(because:)

you find the circus such a sad excuse for an elephant’s life..(?)

*hides the elephant from all those circus ppl*

Posted by kimay at January 10, 2009, 9:55 pm

@kimay: you read me so well. i want to slice your neck for that :P

Posted by modernpatadyong at January 11, 2009, 11:07 am