minarot
09/26/08*
Angry Again-Megadeath
there was a dream about golden horses
and little girls with hair of flames
in that dream you were a flower,
grown for the bird shat on the backyard of an ogre.
The ogre labeled your fragments; his wife gave you food,
his wife combed your hair, his wife told you that
“he is just a product of trauma and turmoil”
for many years, you kept a knife for the ogre’s neck
but his wife was kind and his sons were innocent.
the ogre labeled your fragments, he made sure that
you would be reminded of that seed from the shit
you came from.
Still, you kept the knife. Still, his family was dear and innocent.
one day, the ogre saw a bird on his window
and you,
you ate the sky.
splattered by: CJ Tanedo
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your cheekbones are sinking.
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pamangkot
09/24/08*
(no subject)
From: *drop-asd
Date: Sep 23, 2008, 2:46:37 PM
Hi, Tin,
I miss you so much. I’ve been away for so long… The last time I was here all of your writing was still here, too. I can’t believe you’ve deleted it all and since I consider myself one of your greatest fans I insist on you at least telling me why you did it. I’m sorry in advance if this sounds like overreacting, I’m just feeling a bit anxious, a bit scared, a bit misunderstood and a bit too sensitive right now.
I don’t know if I ever told you how much you influenced not only my way of writing but also my views of life and I really really wish to be like you one day. I have so much I wish i was close enough to you to share with you. (I certainly hope this is not a goodbye, is it?) And could I ask you if you’re planning on making a book? If you are how can I get a copy? And if you’re not do you mind sending me some of your poems? I would go back to your poetry for a new dose of inspiration about every week but now, when all inspiration seems to be gone anyway, I just need to read something by you so badly. I’m sorry if I cause you any inconvenience though I’m not quite sure you’ll read this at all.
Umm, I guess that’s all that I needed to let out now, maybe I’ll write to you again later.
Love you,
D
Heimat- Hauschka
fellow hyacinth,
one time, i sat next to my 4year old brother
i pointed the ricefileds to him and held my breath
i told him he is going to paint it
i told him it was the most beautiful portion of the trip
the little boy rolled his eyes
“manang, it’s just green.”
i really am disappointing D.
i tell you, i murder relics
but i want you to know that your
writing is majestic because you have a sincere soul
and not because you read me.
i guess it’s just like this,
deviations had to die that way
like the sound of the rain outside
reminding you of your lover’s
pee the last time he made love to you.
i’m afraid that the poems you love
are no longer in papers now
no longer in a folder named after stars.
maybe they’re somewhere
i don’t wish to know
but hope to find.
salamat.
i miss the icons you use
and the way your cleavage smile
with you in your IDs.
t
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sabat
09/23/08*
just when i thought i have been owning this song,
Boats and Birds- Gregory and the Hawk
from Eren’s gallery
Why are you the kind of girl
Who likes to write about romance but who does not fall,
About buses and sleeping 12 hrs a day because you
Feel sad sad and dead
“does it bother you?”
and he would tug her cheek.
Why are you so evasive and quiet
When you are alone?
“I just think of events and people that are a lifetime
and a calendar away, living with nows instead of used tos”
he tugs her cheek.
Why did you murder all those that you
Have created with beauty and passion?
“to repress is a power that makes me breathe
when it seems everything, everyone, gives up on me.”
And he tugs her cheek.
Why can’t you give us a try?
“I remind you. It does not
mean that if we
have the same problem,
we are each other’s solution.”
And he lights a cigarette, let goes of her hand
walk past the trees
comes back at night
just to have a glimpse of her from afar
and the teraza seems the Great Wall
that separates her from him
and the cigarette
between his fingers.
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talithi
09/22/08*
when the rain and a girl of drizzles hum a duet
Rooftops Cry- Alindog
I have grown this affair with the rain
I have grown this affair with treetops
I have married birds on wires
I have married puddles of mud
I have been writing songs
About your teeth, your lips, your briefs, your braces, your hips,
I have been writing songs about your lips, your teeth, your briefs,
your teeth, your briefs
Write me letters
Call me though the line is crap
It has been raining for days and I
I can’t help but say
I miss you
I have been running to the kitchen
I have been looking for cups
Cups, saucers, platters and forks
Knives knives knives
It has been raining for days
And I have been making up songs about your lips,
your teeth, your lips, your briefs,
Your boxers your scent
I long for you
I long for you
I long for the rain
It has been days of rain
Days of missing you
And I missing you
I lie alone
Feeling my breasts
Feeling my thighs
But it’s no good
Cause every time the rain falls
The rooftops cry with me
The rooftops cry with me
The rooftops cry your name
*
it’s when he strums that the unstrummed vocal chords
sound like the power Beatnik-Bjork crossover
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burador
09/21/08*
Shamoe Lock- derived from the hiligaynon slang “samulak” which means mischievous, maharot, amaw, samok, labutaw, ungas, tampuhiw, abnoy.
three former Catholic school pupils
turned societal deviants,
lovers of life, makinglove, and everything distractive and destructive between.
his angsty growls
her proemtic slaps
his depressive strums
their flights and plights, farts of art and
their spontaneous hymns of solitude, quests and ejaculations.
Kite ( created for 5 minutes, recorded on-the-spot)
a flight Nonon Yee sees
been searching for faces
in this city of urinals
decade-old fountains
in a year of endless rain
been counting puddles
looking for scarecrows
in my midst
i’m a pagan writing about god
and seacows
refrain:
i’m the late night of strangers and guise
i’m the kite that knows no flight
chorus:
where am i now? shattered windows of my realm
where am i now? distorted dreams, fucked up whims
where am i now? rat race, world of wealth and filth
who am i now? an empty face without a name
combing the corners
with hope in my grasp
faith and freedom
dancing on my palms
raking the sorrows
between youth and age
i’m an island
surrounded by years afloat
refrain
chorus
- intsik (strings, secondary vocals, toe taps, smoke belching)
-tinay (lead vocals, lyrics, minor percussions, sadistic hospitability)
-pagong ( growls, percussions, beatbox, all the clowning and pissing tinay’s lil sibs off)
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