Friday, September 26, 2008
-Untitled-
He was standing there.
She was walking, in the phone, talking.
He looked nervous, wide-eyed.
Her heart thumped like never before.
And from some magical force that bounded in the centre of their love,
they were magnetised, hands spread, after, tight hug.
He talked.
She talked.
They talked.
And both hoped for the rest of their life story to unfold.
Someday, in a porch over looking a body of water of some sort,
they will talk again, this time about the rest of their lives...
Of the what have happened and how one love, so strong!
Possibility of the impossible yet the questions are confusing...
Nobody really knows because uncertainty abounds
in this great journey of life and love.
Labels: "love", Poem
My mind's unweaving/ 12:00 AM
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
For they Will Always be a Figment of your Being
Sit, sit, sit.
Talk, talk, talk.
Keep it low, whispers in bulks.
Who could have thought,
such weakling knees can...
talk, talk, talk...
the whole town unfolds.
"So and so makes evil potions"
"She got pregnant..."
"...slept away with everyone in this town"
Then, there came Uncle Caloy says,
hush, hush, hush,
"It's not good to talk...Ma."
But old ladies still...
talk, talk, talk.
I grew up listening; I also grew up and not understand anything. But the number one thing that stuck to me the most was the fact that I supposedly "killed mom" while giving birth to me. And they still think I am thy black sheep of the family, I intend to further on with this "plan". Not really. Even though I do not show it enough or not at all, I love all the women in my family who've been there and shown me tough love from the start.
Because I am not much of an affectionate person (not verbally, anyway), I say I love:
My Grandma for providing me unrequited love. She made sure I am loved. She was there in every school recitals and comencement programs.
My sisters Catherine and Claire who are blossoming mothers themselves.
My Aunts Dina and Josie for taking me under their wings when I needed a place. For making sure I know what good and evil was.
My mom, even though I've chosen many wrong turns, I hope someday she'll understand: I don't do things to fail and have this great fiasco [of failure]. I do certain things my way because I am my own person.
For all mothers who have sacrificed everything for a better life, who thought more of others than themselves, who made a millionth PB&J sandwiches in their lives, who've worked almost 365 days in a year, YOU ALL DESERVED A PLAQUE THAT SAYS:
You Rock our world!
What would happen to the world without you [guys]?
Happy Mother's Day!!
Labels: hooleeday, Poem
My mind's unweaving/ 11:36 AM
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
-Gone-
Their sighs reverberated inside me like echoes in the Alps.
Not all sad; some were happy beats...others, wearisome leaps.
I knew...I felt...I realized the indications
Because I, too, have been there before
The all time highs and all time lows pulling each other
back & fort like tug of war in the game we call life.
As the automobile transport me, passed the gleaming lavenders
I dreamt of your presence and positive disposition
I heard your raspy voice like a jolt then it was absorbed amidst the chatters--
the laughters of the old women and the murmur of mechanics
Alas gone, panicked, I searched for the vague familiarity i remember you by
In the crowd... the zombie faces of men & women
when I saw a reflection by the window's mirror:
somber and white, this girl's face told all what there were to be told
I wanted to look away but could not as my heart told me to face reality
The truth can be expensive; this one however, was of no exception
My ego...my self-preservation against who we were and then,
what kind of familiar strangers we evolved into
like the relationship I have had with all the passengers that night
Only I can tell a story out of actions & expressions
and your body narrated to me that you would never care again
You poor thing, such anger behind tiny eyes
What have happened?
The train passed by our usual stop and all the memories
within the short amount of period that we've known each
other came crashing back to me like tidal waves...refreshing but it hurt.
I saw two people's sillhouettes there,
a guy sitted and a girl comfortable in his lap and arms
two perfect beings happy together waiting of an ending full of unknown possibilities
When I knew it was too good to be real to see the same people
the sillhouettes disappeared like a dust storm.
Walking back to my place, I thought the numbing air will freeze me in
the streets along many of my memories have disappeared
My heart stopped beating, and I felt it frozen cold inside
When I closed my eyes that night, the undenyable feelings remained
Yet you were gone... you were not in my dreams anymore
you inhabited my nightmares asking me to give you one more too many chances
Of course I knew better
You were gone, you are gone...gone, baby, gone.
Labels: emotion, fictionized truth, goodbyes, Poem
My mind's unweaving/ 1:41 AM
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