Sidewalk Secrets

Come—
Sit with me
On the pavement of
My wishful thinking.
As drops of
Melancholic reveries
Fall upon our heads,
Join me in marveling
At the beauteous sky,
Imprints of our converging destinies
Making it even more mesmerizing.

This moment we share puts all romantic litanies
To shame.
No words are necessary.

XOXO.

A writeup written for Emerson Reyes' video installation.

photo by JM Villaflor

Each person has at least a page to fill. 


To fill with hopes and dreams,
with plans to set in motion.
To fill with lines of promises,
reasons and explanations.
To fill with X's and O's.


You are the X.
The exact opposite of what is deemed
good for me, of what
I need to survive.
The extreme pain one feels
upon realizing loss
or defeat.
Yet I have never yearned 
this strongly
for something
before.


I am the O.
The origin of thought, of magic,
and of silence.
The openly-worn heart on one's sleeve
for the entire world 
to witness.
The opportunity to be seized,
free from shame and regret.


Each person has at least a page to fill.


- Feb 13, 2010 - 
- 1:53 PM -

Crimson Connection

Red = Heat.
Your usually luscious lips,
Now dry and cracking,
Broke the spell you have
Had on me thus far.

Red = Fury = Rage.
My intention to leave obviously angered
The sightless demon in you.
Do you know you're throwing
Black plates in my direction?

Red = Screaming.
Now you've gone berserk
Smashing whatever is in your way,
Calling me a handicap hater
At the top of your lungs.

Red = Love = The S Word.
I hold you down, and you pull me to a kiss,
Your lips slowly regaining their
Enslaving power.
Red equals love equals hate equals everything in between.

- March 8, 2007 -

Braille Boy Blue

Unseeing Lover,
Shrouded in a cloke of undiscovered realities:
I may easily drown
In the depths of blue pools
That are your eyes.
Will you even notice?

Your hand, tightly held by mine.
Can you feel the agony,
The thousand daggers
Shooting up your spine?
That is my reflection looking back at me
While I am lost in your sapphire seas.

Listen most earnestly
To the soft wails of the wind,
For it carries with it
My desperate litanies
For life's visional beauty
To be a shared experience.

Let me bring you close
Enough to taste the misery in my tears.
To smell the relentless hope
For sight on my skin.
Shall we bask in
Blind passion?

- March 8, 2007 -

The Art of Overthinking

You
Are a Mind Invader--
Rediscovering vague
and cobwebbed corners,
Putting lanes of old, abandoned
Hopes and solitude
Back on the map.

Yesterday seemed like
Eternity, every moment passing
Left hanging, on pause.
Each second, a troubled
Exhale.

Though we are a terrible cliché,
"it's all been said and done"...
There remains a gate wide open
For redemption.

- Alabang, On PC -
- February 18, 2007 -

It Ain’t Easy Bein’ A Christmas Grump

To tell you the most honest truth

Bein’ grumpy ain’t that easy,

To spread bad gossip ‘bout The Main Man’s birth

Can make one sort of queasy.

Imagine havin’ to contort one’s face

To match one’s cranky mood,

To ruin everybody’s cheer in case

Bulldozin’ festive yards’ no good.

Bashin’ Santa and his reindeer,

Pokin’ fun at yuletide jingles,

Makin’ little kiddies squirm in fear

Gives one amazin’ tingles.

Though scroogin’ is one’s favorite hobby,

Sometimes it can make one ponder

If deckin’ the halls with boughs of holly

Is really that much better.

One wonders if it’s more sensible

To spend the holidays with pals and family,

Yeah okay, it could be possible

That togetherness trumps bein’ sad and lonely.

Hangin’ Christmas decor and carol singin’

‘stead of boo-in’ Santa and ridiculin’ rhymes,

No “bah humbug” and words a-stinkin’

Can mean much happier times.

“It ain’t easy bein’ a Christmas grump,” says my quote

I’m givin’ it up, just so we’re clear,

So instead of endin’ with a sour note

Here’s to an awesome Christmas, and a better brand-new Year!

(Christmas Retold writing assignment.)

- sent through email -
- November 2, 2006 -

When Fed Vicious Lies...

I, your most indignant nemesis,

Am fueled by acrimonious
Madness, so vindictive and unrelenting.

Waging war is my business, constant
Rage, my companion.
Angry subliminal demons at my beck and call.
Trust my vengeance,
Hateful and unsatisfied--
For it will persecute you,
Undermine you until you are
Left with nothing.

(Seven Sins writing assignment, Wrath.)

- sent through email -
- September 15, 2006 -
- Published in The Benildean -

She-Devil

These fornicating hands
Are out for revenge.
Your curves,
Almost illicit and foreboding,
Make fools out of libidinous
Silver-tongued lovers.
Your mind-blowing existence,
Your melodic mantra
For enticing lonely souls
Is enough to whet the appetite
Of the lecherous beast within.

(Seven Sins writing assignment, Lust.)

- sent through email -
- September 15, 2006 -
- Published in The Benildean -

Feast for One

I shall consume you entirely.

With every indulgent bite,
I am gleeful,
I am impenitent
In my act of conquering.

For each insatiable nibble,
I bask in your desperate desire
To experience
The mere taste of ecstasy.

Even if I reach the sands of contentment,
No sea of ravenous mongrels
Will make my incessant craving cease.
What's mine is mine; and mine, you are.

(Seven Sins writing assignment, Gluttony.)

- sent through email -
- September 15, 2006 -

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