November 2009
2 posts
Maguindanao Haiku
I’ll have to say no To guns and all violence Without exception
Nov 26th
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...
Nov 25th
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. ...
Oct 22nd
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...
Oct 21st
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...
Oct 11th
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 ...
Oct 4th
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...
Aug 30th
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...
Aug 24th
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...
Aug 17th
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...
Aug 11th
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...
Aug 1st
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