Mythmaking
And,
She shall live in my imagination.
The kind which wears a heart
For poems, and freedom.
There is no guilt in it
for slashing everything in two.
Even, leaving behind
the things that does not fit.
She’ll have the soul to weave continuously
without untangling the fear
of getting too old and
have nothing to live for
except
the richness of her expectations.
Burning idols she will destroy;
The Greece of her heart will flow
without turning truth, pain, and beauty
into a stone
as a matter of preservation
Being to the world; and for the world,
she’ll revel in consciousness
as a woman,
Without finding in every color
stereotypes,
the glint of the unbearable.
And completely miss the point
of silver slashes in the cheek.
She’ll even change her mind.
Become a parable instead.
And bear children.
Wag kang mag alala di ka nag
Wag kang mag alala di ka nag iisa. Sa totoo lang eh na bo bore ako dito kase masyadong preachy. Tungkol kay Sylvia Plath yan. Criticism ke Sylvia Plath at sa lahat ng babaeng di matagalan ang kanilang pagkababae. As usual, idinidikit ko na naman sa mitolohiya.
Oo personal itong akda. Panong just to amuse?
abril
uy sige paalam muna, magbabasa ako muli ng akda mo pagbalik ko.. basahin mo din ung sakin.. magbasahan tayo! hehehe!
thank you ha.
ang hirap gumawa ng walang maisip!
ng walang ideyang nagpapahiwatig
kanina pa ako dito nakatitig at nakikinig
pero buti na lang at ika'y nasilip
parang narinig ang aking gibilk
ika'y mitsa nang napipinto kong pagising
sa mga ideyang sa akin mo'y inihatid
ikaw ang musa sa tila walang hanggang dilim...
sige po. good night! hindi
sige po. good night! hindi ko na itatanong kung pano mo nalaman ang pangalan ko. pakalat kalat kase.





struggling
i'm finding difficulty
with this but my imagination starts to weave..
of picturing woman..
personal ba tong akda? meron kasi just to amuse lang eh..