Aria

This woman’s body
Is scarred all over
With wounds of fear and
Of forgetfulness.
Her breath
Smells of old love, of
Jagged unrequited fantasies.
She lived hidden from
Painful reality –
The meanness and irony
Of Truth.
Her eternal companion
Is The Sun, silent but
Listening, always listening.
Though she bathes in her
Own stench of no hope, no promise,
It receives her with no malice.
She whispers, “Take me please…”,
Her plea lingering in the air.
In one swift second, her
Frail body crumbles to the ground,
And one moment her tortured vessel
Becomes dust, freely
Floating. She is Everywhere.
She is free to dream and be dreamed of.

contribution for Shades of Gray 2007

Approximately Defeated

for Koya

You release the splenetic, emotional idiot deeply rooted
In me. At first, the witty repartee was just alright.
Then it hastily became a war of heavy-handed
Words. However, as it progressed, I found every bite
You took at me endearing, making me as crazy as I was That Night.

- July 17, 2006 -
- 12:05 PM -
- Student Publications Office, CSB -

My Older Sister

You and I, lost in a moment of tumultuous ecstasy--
Mother knocks, but the forbidden, lustful air is deafening.
My quivering loins, longing for your delicious memory;
The spicy, tangy taste of your skin worth craving.
Our unbridled carnal love leaves me forver wanting.

- July 15, 2006 -
- 2:05 AM -
- Net Crawlers Net Cafe -

The Big "What If"

The entire sky is falling.
While the red sun and
the blue moon and
the multicolored stars and
the gray clouds and
the hopeful dreams and
the torrid secrets
within them
Make their way plummeting
to the dampness of the earth,
Everyone else is watching
in stupor.

Falling, falling.
The ground trembles in fear.
Falling, falling.
The seas, unsettled and unbecoming.
Falling, falling.
The dreamers, all hopeless vagabonds,
running aimlessly, running.

Falling, falling.

Eyes of The World start to close.
Fear of The End hangs in the air.
In one fleeting moment,
or rather,
The Moment,
The World becomes One.

Time suddenly stops.

The End, into the vague unknown.

- june 23, 2005 -
- 1pm -
- irmc, makati -

Hands

soft
cold and clammy
when left alone
always yearning
for something more than this

window
to the past,
present
and future
world map of
millions of secrets
written down on
its surface

most importantly
it has s p a c e s
for you to fill
of you
y M o I u N r E s

- june 22, 2005 -
- 7:47 pm -
- house, pc -

Heat/IN IT

Moments

They don't stay for long,
not for long.

They remain with you
till you let go.
If you let go.

After which, all you have
left is the feeling
of being
within it--

Everything else, the
colors, the smell,
the taste
of the moment...it just
passes you by.

-August17, 2004-
-2:45 PM-
-Archinet, Taguig-

As the music plays.

I remember enough
for the both of us.

How the small hairs on
the back of your neck
sway to the sweep
of my hot breath.

How, magically,
your hands seem to
fill the gaps of mine.

How, by some fortunate circumstance,
we finish each other's sentences--
and then smile sheepishly so
right after.

I remember the moments, the secrets,
the laughs, the inner butterflies.

I remember for us both.

- May 27, 2004 -
- 6:15 PM -
- Archinet, Taguig-

Concert Hangover

for the mraz man

if he only knew how crazy
it made me when he
pointed right at me
he'd probably
say something like
"she likes me...good golly."
or maybe he wouldn't.
coz he doesn't
go for faces
in crowded places
like concerts
and other things.
so yeah, i guess
it's best
if he stayed with me
in my head
where i can easily
lie with him in bed,
hearing and seeing
him dream. :)

feb 22, 2004
9:50PM
pc, while ym-ing with wallen

Nice Morning

Nothing could be worse than this.
Finding out it can never
never be more
than this.
When all I can think of doing
right now is to
sleep off my worries
turned truth--someone is
sighing dreamily in
deep sleep, completely
unknowing.
While swimming in
oblivion, I search for
you,
when in reality, I'm actually
lost IN you.

-september 6, 2003-
-5:01AM-
-Burgundy, U1412-

6-5-4-3-2-1

Missing you is like
breaking a tooth from
gnawing on hard
candy. It hurts like
hell--after momentary
bliss.

The mere remembrance of you requires
brain damage, tongue-biting--
after much bleeding and
headaches, I still can't seem
to get through.

Looking back, I
wonder why silence
is an option for two
free spirits.

A step forward I take, but
trappings keep holding
me back.

It begins to rain. It almost
always does.

Why it does--it's beyond me.


-June 3, 2003-
-8:50 AM, Digital Time-
-g212-