Confused as she is, she confronted herself and scolded her heart, she says, she never took notice, all stares and sweet nothings from anyone of them, in all time and space. And so her heart turned into ice, deadened, and cold, without realizing that inside, a spot still soft remained. Now the words, like a wildfire, melted the ice revealing its face,  oh, it is a heart that is weak, it is warm, it is sweet. How can she imagine that there is rapture in torment?

Cold as ice.

the pins that puncture the skin

come from within,

as if protruding

through the flesh

into every pore;

like sweat

is the blood,

it stinks.

pull out the needles,

crooked and rusted

in time,

one by one,

and locate

the rot

that breeds

pins and needles. 

May nga umagang ayaw matulog ng gabi…

kahit sa liwanag ng araw masisilayan

ayaw kang iwan… ayaw kang talikuran

kung papanong may ala-alang

4o days....

-
Dumadalas ang oras na kayhirap matagpuan
ang mga lingid na landas tungo sa kanya-
kanya nating katawan. Malimit naiisip ko,
baka habang tumatagal ay hindi talaga
maiiwasan ang ganitong pagsasatubig ng balat,
bagay kumbakit ang mga dati-rati nang hugis,
kinis at sukat, o ang maririing gaspang
na gumugunita sa dakong ginuhitan
minsan ng mga sugat -- lahat ng ito ay nalulusaw
kahit sa pinakamababaw na paggalugad
at pagbabaka-sakali ng palad. Halimbawa
sa gabi, habang nakasalansan ang alinlangan
gaya ng matitigas na unan na di natin namalayang

The “F” word..

Each day—
older.
I cherish—
the laughter
of dead children,

playing.

*sudden idea I got from the title of a Radiohead picture book "Dead Children Playing".

CROSSING.

STOP.
STOP JOSTLING ME,
THOUGH I'LL NEVER FLINCH.
JUST STOP.
LOOK AT ME AS I COME OUT.
OUT OF THAT STUPID BANDBOX.
LOOK AS I KEEP STRUGGLING.
YOU CAN ALSO TAKE PICTURES OF ME.
OR JUST STAND THERE AND LOOK PLAINLY.
LISTEN.
STOP BEING OBLIVIOUS.
STOP GETTING OFF THE TANGENT.
PLEASE.
PLEASE, LISTEN.
STOP. LET US STOP THE CLOCK.
LET'S JUST BE DAVID AND JONATHAN AGAIN.
PLAYING IN THE SAND.
TALKING DOUBLE DUTCH.
LOOK AND LISTEN.
AS THEY JUDGE US.

slowly, yesterday, 

now, soon—

suddenly.

Punks not Dead

Descent—

a visit.

Bringers of

\m/