March 2012
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crushed by the crush
Will I be forgiven for forgetting to share the most interesting development in my life? Or was I just too mortified to write about it. Well last week I had dinner with a good friend D, my classmate from university. Apparently, after D had posted photos of us together for dinner, one of her classmates messaged her. D’s classmate had a crush on me. Of course I wondered how because I know of no...
Tonight, or this afternoon, or this morning, whatever time you are in, would you be so kind and do me a favor. Hug someone. Tightly. Don’t give a kiss. Just hug someone, and hold their arms and shoulders, envelop them with your warmth. You can whisper anything you would like. But the most important things, is that you hug that person will of your heart. Will you?
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too blue
rose are red
violets are blue
your eyes are blue
the skies are blue
the wind is blue
the moon is blue
the roads are blue
the trees are blue
my heart is blue
my mind is blue
my soul is blue
Anonymous asked: What is the one thing the world lacks most aside from love?
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I have kept watch
of the gloss
and have meandered
in my thoughts
the reasonable
the cross.
but I can only go so far
as a money bill.
I am still paper.
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time period
Me: It's good to be alone.
Best Friend: Yes of course.
Me: Really?
Best Friend: Yes. But you can only be alone for so long.
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when the rains come, so do the memories.
It was warm in the mid-morning, hardly anything pointed to the downpour we’re having now. The sudden change in weather is like a swing, extremes to extremes, bothering not about warnings.
I remember days like this when I was a young boy. I remember the school quadrangle, and the giant acacia tree which stood on an awkward corner right in front of the canteen. I remember that from the...
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exchanging fingerprints
we have touched so much
crept on each other so often
yet loved so little
and said even less
that for the crimes I committed
you have been charged
and for your violence and vice
I pay the price.
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we were formed
from an excess of feeling
splashed on the wall
now we’re like paint peeling
cracked and falling apart
distraught with bruise blue hearts.
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I have this strange habit of waving at train passengers when I am on the bus, or at the sidewalk. This happens most frequently at the stretch of EDSA between Santolan and Ortigas, where a long section of the MRT is mostly at grade with the road. Anna laughs everytime I do it, and sometimes I get her to wave at passengers too.
Just a random fact that bothered me enough to share.
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nothing makes me shout
louder, than a warm mouth.
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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to break your heart. God, what have I...”
– Soo Jin’s letter to Chul Soo, A Moment To Remember
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you are learning how to ride a bicycle
at first, frightening
and always an attempt
to keep my balance
before I fully know you
or trust myself to pedal
with free hands
I would have skinned
my elbows and knees
a thousand times.
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the impossible man
Forty-eight, divorcee, insured, two kids under the custody of the ex-wife (sees them on weekends), into Cuban cigars and E-Class. Salt and pepper hair, fit and funny but grouchy when it comes to golf. Like everyone else I assume. Even his chest hair is turning silver. A huge Sinatra fan. A huge fan of jazz standards. Knows how to cook, enjoys fancy restaurants, but prefers wine and cigarettes on...
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driver's seat
Some days I wish I knew how to drive. I have always been a man who enjoyed solitary walks, despite the oppressive tropical heat, and unpredictable tropical rains. But I’ve always wanted to drive along empty roads, somewhere past the city limits, where buildings, factories, warehouses, and malls collapse into the few left of preserved rice paddies and open fields. Driving seems to have its unique...
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a fine mist
envelopes a crowd of steel
atop her valleys
it seems that snow is real
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“First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.”
– George Bernard Shaw
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where his voice
trembles and breaks
so does my soul.
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I fell in love with a boy
I fell in love with a boy who had no freckles
but was dotted with moles, and adorned
with two of the iciest, bluest eyes, forlorn. He barely
spoke a word with me. He reminded me of my
father. But only because they were both quiet
and they had trouble with words, the way I have
trouble with them too. I fell in love with the chill
he gave in his gaze when he grazed the plane of sight
where I...
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a reduction of tuesday's soup
Why is a joke funny? I think that a joke is funny because it is out of place, it is something unexpected, it is something that breaks away from serene reality. Mr. Bean is funny because his antics are out of place especially considering the situations he is in. A priest wearing a cowboy costume or even an Elvis Presley attire is funny because it is out of place.
Pride is like cum. Either you...
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for a moment I was resolute
in finishing my caramel mellow
before I headed to sleep
until I remembered I lit
a candle for my vapid lungs
just for death’s welcome treat
silence versus words
pinksubmergence:
I call him names, and write him letters often lustful, when opened, my brusquely words catch him pins him to bed. I am never short of words; I call him love and darling, my world, my man, my all, my own the sun, the stars, the ocean, the wind a garden, a bird, a beast, a storm possessive and obsessive, prose, poetry, line or phrase an adjective, a status, all about...
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you are what you say you will be
and not the street’s langauge
not your teacher’s lesson, or
an anecdote from the bible,
you are your own prophecy
not the callousness of their devotion
certainly not the face on a bill
or how you’re wedged in between
a keyboard and a monitor.
you are your own becoming
not a metamorphosis, I say
never something obvious to chance
or easy to give away to...
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“And it’s so important for me because in a very strange way when you travel...”
– Lady Gaga, Inside The Outside
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typhoon
When I was eleven, I remember preparing for a huge storm that would hit (or potentially miss) Manila. It ended up hitting the capital and causing quite some damage. I remember that was the first time I had my own room, in the corner of our house facing west, facing the sunset. Before the typhoon, I distinctly remember how serene it was, despite the increasing frequency of strong bursts of wind....
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3 things
the calm before the rain
the joy before the pain
the clear before the stain
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Can you lose someone you do not own?
This is one of the sappiest questions I have encountered in my life, but also the hardest one to confront because it hits me on so many levels. Perhaps now that I have sort of lived, I am entitled, or at least, deserving to give my two cents on the matter. I’ve given it a little thorough testing and thinking, and this is my answer.
Can you lose someone you do not own? Yes and no.
Yes. I...
the astronaut's daughter
the-peony:
- she’s a wonderous little girl, with feline features. lips as cold as icicles, the layers of her skin, smooth like porcelain. she could shatter like china, the fragments of her impossible to put back together. while daddy flies to the moon, she shrinks a bit inside — he brings her back trinkets of volcanoes, making large craters in her heart. daddy pours liquid night, and dark...
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Do you think that people write because they can’t be straightforward? I’m not saying people write because they are cowards. I’m just thinking maybe we write partly out of fear, and we write to escape, and we write to right what we can’t with spoken words. I have rehearsed my lines so many times but compared to what I put down on paper, or what I post here, it seems I am far less eloquent in...
“I used to think that the way to be strong, was to be tough. I used to think that...”
– Portia de Rossi (via abstractedfromreality)
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the silence is deafening
our inactions, our defiant silence
our neutrality, our lukewarmness
they are all forceful.
they are are just as compelling
as the call to war, the riots on the street
the extremist view, the cold shoulder.
our indifference makes as much a difference
as any civil duties, as any ism, or ist
or any movement, any belief
any meaning-making system
often times, this idleness, this...
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there is no winter where we live
but your ways can be just as cold
and harsh, blanketing old spaces
in a furious blizzard of subtext.
covering honesty in deep layers
of snow. where we live, glasses
are frosted, letting only so much
to brighten the damp, musty room.
fogged, we can be quite jaded
not seeing beyond the shrubbery.
and though the closest is the rain
it feels more like hail,...
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There is always this part of the day, of a Sunday, where for a brief moment, you sense it had crossed a line in order to unfold to a Monday. It’s not a tangible line, nor is it something visual. But it is something you sense, an innocuous flaw between the theories and law of time, and the observable seconds of a day. It happens right before sundown, when the sun itself has gently crept to a...
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He would often steal my smokes;
and I would often wish he choked
for having sorted things on his own
that he could take my little possession
without hesitation. How I often looked
at his lonely ways, and waited in vain
for him to admit taking so many sticks
yet still lie with me under cold sheets.
Precariously, I slept with the lovely theft
knowing better, knowing like a woman
that...
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childhood celebrity crush
(names have been changed for privacy)
Alex: Tom cruise as always.
Paul: I know. Tom Cruise is still so fine.
Me: I thought you liked Brad Pitt.
Paul: Oh know, Rob Lowe was my thing.
Alex: Really? I liked Ben Affleck too.
Paul: Who was your crush back then?
Me: Mel Gibson.
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when you say nothing at all
You can think of it in two ways. Either the alcohol made us braver last night, or we were simply in the right moment, and accompanied by the right people, to share willingly. I would prefer to the take the first reason but only selfishly so, for having determined I had nothing to share last night. As my colleagues hesitated, took deep breaths, and let out long sighs in between their stories, I...
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drawing numbers
fingers impinge on the chest
they circle around where soft hairs
curled, or waved, or bent down - stayed.
a number eight, it would draw
imaginary ink on brown paper.
it would end with a period. pinches
where crimson ovals grew.
whims strike the direction
as sun on grass and morning dew.
until downwards it seeks to explore
when eight is enough
and sixty-nine is a bore.
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we loved for miles
the afternoon folded into another lonely tangerine
and I was left to scramble for my own bearings
it was alarming to see time slip furiously away
into portions of light which smoldered into clay
in brief seconds the smell of stale dust grew
tickling the fringe of noses as black stole blue
it was a remnants of how the day had raced
tiny planktons of air for land whales to be traced
so I...
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linens and silk
the open window
allowed a shaft of sun
to warm my blanket
but it isn’t the same warmth
as opposed to when
you had lied there
swarming skin on silk.
If you want to know what that blow job looked like, then you should follow me on Twitter. There, I guess I am less serious.
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on older men
his face wrinkled
his mane seasoned
he must taste
like the best of all kinds
flavored by age
his body still divine
oh but how cruel to say ‘still’
when he will be divine
for the rest of it
his arms have lines
that point out to the best of it
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this doesn't mean I am a morning person
It’s amazing to find myself awake so early on a Saturday. Last night’s alcoholic binge almost found me vomiting inside the cab. Perhaps, I had just wanted to get drunk. I’ve always been tipsy, or heady, and I’ve had ridiculous hangovers, but never had I found myself so drunk that I resort to such forceful expulsions. Friday night came close to such levels of intoxication. We had blow jobs, or at...
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make room
for my heart
it occupies fields
make room
for my mind
it sleeps in oceans
make room
for my soul
it settles in galaxies
make room
for my love
show me your face.
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