February 2012
3 posts
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Carla Bruni - L’excessive This reminds me of...
My date just made a sinkhole analogy using McDonald’s hot fudge sundae. Wow.
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Oh, to be fifteen again. Swimming in a neurotic pool of bravery and naivety. Kissing you on the mouth like I meant it, like I wasn’t sorry at all. Oh, to be fifteen again.
January 2012
5 posts
There is more to give
than coffee-stained silence
and second-hand lines
stuttered apologies
and sloppy rhymes—
to reach
the narrow confines
of our hearts.
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Note
I often say the word fuck when I get stressed and feel that the world is unfair. It gives me a sense of calmness knowing that I have managed to do something evil by cussing.
In those moments, I am no longer a caged bird.
So I say, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Solitude is good.
I need space; the tightness in my ribcage wouldn’t let my heart pound.
I lost my free-writing notebook in which I’ve written some personal entries. I don’t know what to feel, to be honest.
November 2011
3 posts
Leave
before our hearts decay
in each other’s care,
before the venom seeps
into the core of our affections—
before I change my mind.
Forgive me, I had to leave before I get caught up with you and your nicotine-laced smile.
With one stroke, full becomes fall.
October 2011
6 posts
I tuck my heart in a pocket full of sighs as you stare at her with your bedroom eyes.
I will try to seduce you with my pen
because when my words are written,
I do not stutter.
A pregnant pause— between what you cannot acknowledge and what I do not dare ask.
Firebending
Warrior, here I am
waiting for you to accept my
heart, an auburn flame.
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This is just a small crush. It’s not like I feel like pouncing on you and kissing you senseless.
September 2011
1 post
This is not about love. (Rough Draft)
On the bed, I lie.
It is evening as I write. The rain has conquered the heat, but still hesitant as ever. Oblivious to the romantics waiting for it to pour itself to their fragile bodies—to make a fairy tale scene.
The world may be moving slower or faster depending on how you feel, but when asked me to reconsider, you must know that I did.
If I see your reflection walking...
August 2011
1 post
Your mind is as bizarre as the pattern of my dress.
July 2011
2 posts
Anonymous asked: Hi. Are you still alive? No new entry for 2 weeks now.
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There are words in my head and they are begging to be written.
June 2011
6 posts
Here’s to the aftertaste we get right after reading our favorite poems. To the unanswerable questions they leave to our dissatisfied hearts. Ferment yourself, favorite poem. Please, ferment yourself.
My rib cage rattles when it hears your voice, like a wind chime trying to welcome you home.
This is for the moment you realize that you’re time zones apart. And the shrilling of your alarm clock seems no match for the cries of your jet-lagged hearts.
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You said this is starting to become too painful for you, like a paper cut that never fails to half-tickle and partially tear your skin apart. I beg to disagree. This isn’t a paper cut. This is acupuncture. It hurts us but ultimately, it cures us.
May 2011
2 posts
You put a hand on my shoulder to soothe the ache within but it feels that you are only pushing me away from you. The heat from your hand used to make me feel alive but now it is burning my soul.
I get it now.
WatchConcerto No. 2, 3rd Movement - Friedrich Seitz
Performed at the Sinulog Hall of Rizal Public Library; May 13, 2011
It has been years since I played this piece. So when I knew this was the Suzuki piece assigned for us for the concert, I was ecstatic. I had fun playing it that night. Our professor changed some of the dynamics a bit. We applied accelerando in the last few bars and instead of...
April 2011
7 posts
To silence,
I will always be your apprentice.
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I do a lot of silly things.
I don’t refer thin and wispy clouds as cirrus, but as lost souls. I don’t wish on shooting stars, but on faint, dying stars instead. I know no one wishes on dying stars, so I guess my wishes can get granted faster. You tried to simplify things, while I overanalysed and reached into conclusions that weren’t true. I thought that everything would be okay when I’m with you. I still...
An outline of some sort
Just an outline.
“You are a Psychology major,” he suddenly began. ”You try to study human behavior and the inner workings of their mind. You probably even know how to manipulate them,” he continued with a sigh.
Slowly kicking the grass, he went on. “You are also a writer. In less than a minute, you could conjure the best lines that we non-writers cannot even think...
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Tonight will be different. I will not linger on the past. I will not think about the obsolete. I will let go.
Tonight will be different.
Mixed signals aren't my thing.
Play coy if you want to but stop alternately stepping forward and backward as if you’re dancing a Sinulog dance.
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An Offering
Chocolate bars and ice cream cakes
Cavities on a wisdom tooth
Clever trick
March 2011
7 posts
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Recollections and Realizations
Basis for my next short story which I will NOT be posting here.
I’ve written this piece for you. I will not enumerate your best qualities here. I will not add metaphors and allegories to spice this up. I will not put this piece in a positive, fluffy angle. Because this piece is for you.
You used to tell me how you find it astounding every time I speak about things other people commonly...
Only in your embrace is my freedom found.
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I will not stop writing. Because during these moments when everything is all mixed up, it helps me understand myself more.
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Here's the thing.
I don’t know what I’m feeling for the past few days. I don’t even know if I’m actually feeling something. Everything seems so empty. Yes, I do joke around with my mates and laugh like crazy, but it’s more of a superficial kind of happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing the classic I’m-smiling-but-deep-inside-I’m-hurting thing. It’s...
A Piece for a Pencil
You are a magic wand.
Your blackened spine erodes away, scrawling itself against a surface. You then dream up magical places with wizards and witches. You speak of paradise and of the land of milk and cookies. You reveal the lies left undiscovered and the truth left unspoken. How mighty.
But you are rendered helpless against the forceful strokes of the blade. I see a fragile core beneath your...
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Time check: 10:52
I swear I’m not thinking of you.
February 2011
6 posts
Superwoman
“I’m really okay,” you say with a forced smile. “You know me, I need my daily dose of alone time.”
She answers, “Alright. I better go back to the party.”
“You better do,” you reply while looking at the alcohol-induced people dancing like crazy. “They’re having so much fun there. You’re missing out a lot.”
...
Darn.
The moment when the words are speeding through the pathway of your brain like a waterfall and you try to write them down before they’re forever lost then you realize that it isn’t the exact thing you first thought of and it has now left you feeling very dissatisfied?
Yes. I hate that.
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Sun and moon, they fight
For the great throne in the sky
Here comes the twilight.
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Hello, February.
Spare me the excessive amount of light that the sun brings. Bring me the murky skies and the manic winds. Give me some heavy clouds and have them precipitated into rain. Hear the cries of the sunburnt orchid. Let it bloom.
Eradicate the bitterness dwelling in my weary heart. Help me put it into words and leave it in paragraphs. Stop this systematic overdrive. Fill up my empty soul.
I’m...
January 2011
11 posts
Dear friends,
I’m aware that my entries have diminished both in quality and in quantity. To be honest, I’m not quite sure when this degradation will end. So if you feel like pressing the unfollow button, feel free to do so.
For the unfollowers, I’m not sure if you would be able to read this but I still think you guys are amazing. You have spent some of your precious time to read, like and...