November 2009
2 posts
Maguindanao Haiku
I’ll have to say no
To guns and all violence
Without exception
One Pair Left
It’s raining when she leaves me.
The sun is out, though, and it’s just
another of the contradictions I associate with her.
Tiny drops of wasted sunshine pelt the parked cars
as I watch her run towards the taxi’s open doors.
I avert my eyes from the scene outside,
letting the curtain fall back on the show
that’s just ended without the entire cast’s knowledge.
I...
October 2009
4 posts
Defenseless Drunks
The hours that we spend are not just alcohol affairs or smoky sessions,
but the process of the youth expelling energy through mouths wide open
and the inability to stand still for more than five minutes.
When we’re older, we’ll tell tales of how one-liners came to be
forever in our memories, and forget entire conversations while
remembering beer-induced speech deficiencies.
...
For Picketing's Sake
I’ll never picket for picketing’s sake.
I’ll picket against any law that makes ending life easier than beginning it.
I’ll picket against not being treated the way you deserve to be.
I’ll picket against closed-mindedness, because it leads to racism, violence, and hinders evolution in more than the socio-anthropological meaning of the word.
I’ll picket for good, clean fun and staying up late...
Rooted
It’s a million miles between where I am and where I want to be
The way to get there is infinitely blinding and paved with stones that can’t take the weight of my hesitation
And the thing that makes me want to leave so badly is the same thing holding me back
Fear of rejection
Fear of being insufficient
Fear of being out of my league
The road to you is one of a hundred laid out in...
The Rulebook
The ball’s in your court
Or am I the only one convinced that we’re playing a game?
Back and forth, the story goes
Left to right, ‘til the whistle blows
And when it’s all over I want a rematch
It’s about give and take
But you never agreed to the rules
And my mouth’s hanging open
While you walk away
There’s no point in arguing, it makes no sense
...
August 2009
5 posts
Alexandra
Oh awesome Alexandra
I don’t think I’ll ever forget
When I thought you were a boy
Until you arrived for dinner
10 minutes late for dessert
But looking back, maybe just in time
Sweet, amusing Alexandra
Do you remember when we talked
About Wes Anderson movies
You said you hated Bill Murray
Until you saw The Life Aquatic
That’s when you started to call me Steve
My...
Houses of the Lonely
Someone save me from staying home
Take me down to a bus stop
Or to an ambient coffee shop
Buy me a drink at a sleazy bar
Drive me around in a fancy car
Just make sure I’m never alone
Someone stop the homebound blues
Drag me to a fine art show
Take me where I never go
Bring me to where they’re all aloof
Or atop a skyscraper’s roof
You wouldn’t like it here in my...
Sa Ibabaw Ng Tulay
Pag gabi na, tuwing aakyat ako sa lakarang tulay sa Bicutan exit patungong SM, nagmimistula akong bata’t napupuno ng takot dala ng aking mapaglarong imahinasyon. Pagbaba ko pa lang sa sasakyan ng aking kaibigan o ka-opisina na dederetso na papasok ulit ng South Superhighway, lumilingon na ako sa aking paligid, napapraning sa kung sino ang mga naghahanap lamang ng sakay o nagpapalipas ng oras...
Experience Is The Best Purchase (Pt. 1)
Disclaimer: This is the first part of a yet unfinished short story. This part contains sexually explicit language, but the story as a whole should not be considered a pornographic one.
Dennis Pascual felt his knees almost buckle under from exhaustion. Sexy starlet Joanna Ilustre continued to writhe in mixed pleasure and pain with his every thrust. He grabbed her long, sweat-drenched hair in his...
The Door To Completion
The hall is strewn with frayed jeans,
candy wrappers peeking out of torn pockets.
The denims lie in front of their respective doors,
knobs coated with a different substance each.
Many of the doors have hinges that need oiling;
others have only been walked through once.
Still one lies unopened, and the pants
that have yet to lie in front of it still rest
nervously on my wobbly limbs.
I...