last saturday morning, while batch 103, aena and myself pondered on how we can easily 'burn' all that we just ate for lunch, an interesting topic was brought up.
just how many kinds of women are there? this question urged us all to consider 'grouping' them. so the following categories were borne of that 'debate':
CERTIFIED - these are women who have proven their femininity by bearing children.
LEGIT - now we are talking about straight women.
NATURAL - this category pertain to people like myself...naturally a woman but is inclined to the same gender.
NATURALIZED - this refers to our brothers who sooner or later realized that they are men trapped in a woman's body. welcome to the pack!
thanks to faith - one of the coolest trainees i have ever met and now my friend - for this piece and for your wisdom and humor.
brambles
chastised to the brambles and thorns
that emerge from your timid stares
the bright, intense emeralds that
follow my shadow
shaken by your touch,
still as a stone
drenched by the waters of your
fragrance
lost and lonesome in the recollection
of how you uttered my name,
of winters and solitude
of searching and waiting.
that emerge from your timid stares
the bright, intense emeralds that
follow my shadow
shaken by your touch,
still as a stone
drenched by the waters of your
fragrance
lost and lonesome in the recollection
of how you uttered my name,
of winters and solitude
of searching and waiting.
petals
your hand the petals
of loneliness
borne or gravity and
distance
your gaze
magnify statues falling
silent as the dawn
hastens desolately
memory urges me to
forget seconds and spaces,
as wind and flame
devour images of you
drawn on arched,
hidden flowers that
exist in my dream.
of loneliness
borne or gravity and
distance
your gaze
magnify statues falling
silent as the dawn
hastens desolately
memory urges me to
forget seconds and spaces,
as wind and flame
devour images of you
drawn on arched,
hidden flowers that
exist in my dream.
muse
haunted by the opaque
shadow of your absence
the pain echoes, voicelessness
reverberates in nothingness
i ache for the windows
to open, for the scent
of your light
to drown the room
famished, halted, parched
restless like air
the roots of my desire
seeks a beginning
for these words to
praise your fire.
shadow of your absence
the pain echoes, voicelessness
reverberates in nothingness
i ache for the windows
to open, for the scent
of your light
to drown the room
famished, halted, parched
restless like air
the roots of my desire
seeks a beginning
for these words to
praise your fire.
leaving
the night arrives
treacherous and tarnished
with the unaltered
yearning for you ~
my Svengali captor
~ a temptress and a sleepwalker
urging, pushing, taking me
to the bounds of
reason and unreason,
fumbling, falling
deeper still,
a rush of blood in my veins
a high on the glistening
saccharine of your smile
awaiting the next darkness
to unfold.
treacherous and tarnished
with the unaltered
yearning for you ~
my Svengali captor
~ a temptress and a sleepwalker
urging, pushing, taking me
to the bounds of
reason and unreason,
fumbling, falling
deeper still,
a rush of blood in my veins
a high on the glistening
saccharine of your smile
awaiting the next darkness
to unfold.
you
calliope
lives
breathes
consumes
chases
the small, insignificant
dusts of my desire
resurrects
permeats
heightens
indulges
in the bright fragments
of stars racing in my memory
arrests
maims
distracts
hinders
my disbelief in truths
my doubt in things
coming to an end.
lives
breathes
consumes
chases
the small, insignificant
dusts of my desire
resurrects
permeats
heightens
indulges
in the bright fragments
of stars racing in my memory
arrests
maims
distracts
hinders
my disbelief in truths
my doubt in things
coming to an end.
roads
the landscape of your
soul is burdened
with mysteries and
untruths, a chasm
of wild, ravaging
simplicity - of your
stares that give
birth to fire
feeding on the intimacy
of motionless twilights,
left with infinities
smaller than the ones
that spring from
your lips,
the nagging, relentless,
somber days
without you,
impossibilities making me
linger still.
soul is burdened
with mysteries and
untruths, a chasm
of wild, ravaging
simplicity - of your
stares that give
birth to fire
feeding on the intimacy
of motionless twilights,
left with infinities
smaller than the ones
that spring from
your lips,
the nagging, relentless,
somber days
without you,
impossibilities making me
linger still.
consumed | poem twenty five
your bends of
thought,
the ‘while’ taking
too long,
apropos,
the innate sound
of a weakened silence
my words tremble
through the curves
of your mouth
as the cigarette
touches the uncanny
twists of your
bones,
the smoke and
light ascends,
the fragile
earth of my body
battered by
the unconsumed
ghosts that lay
hidden in my
wake,
my eyes circle the
inevitable,
the distant flower
of hurts and
misunderstood pain
accepting its fate,
spiraling to its
conclusion.
thought,
the ‘while’ taking
too long,
apropos,
the innate sound
of a weakened silence
my words tremble
through the curves
of your mouth
as the cigarette
touches the uncanny
twists of your
bones,
the smoke and
light ascends,
the fragile
earth of my body
battered by
the unconsumed
ghosts that lay
hidden in my
wake,
my eyes circle the
inevitable,
the distant flower
of hurts and
misunderstood pain
accepting its fate,
spiraling to its
conclusion.
consumed | poem twenty four
beneath the silken
night sky
the seconds expel
the lingering scent
of the silk
that covered your
nakedness,
mirroring your
shadow,
your uninterrupted,
bright and
furtive smile
pushes my soul
to collapse
like leaves descending
into the lips
of autumn,
the days change
in your skin,
earth and
rain
collides.
night sky
the seconds expel
the lingering scent
of the silk
that covered your
nakedness,
mirroring your
shadow,
your uninterrupted,
bright and
furtive smile
pushes my soul
to collapse
like leaves descending
into the lips
of autumn,
the days change
in your skin,
earth and
rain
collides.
consumed | poem twenty two
slipping into
disarray,
the raw and unforgiving
war breathes
into the mouth of
a phantom known
as my veins
the night looms
in perpetual
chaos,
of things i
need to unravel,
of truths i
need to unlearn
my mistakes laugh
as it stretches
far and wide,
the rough edges
of my body
takes the naked
battle to
survive against
desolation.
disarray,
the raw and unforgiving
war breathes
into the mouth of
a phantom known
as my veins
the night looms
in perpetual
chaos,
of things i
need to unravel,
of truths i
need to unlearn
my mistakes laugh
as it stretches
far and wide,
the rough edges
of my body
takes the naked
battle to
survive against
desolation.
consumed | poem twenty one
resurrecting the havoc
defeated by an
unlikely victory
summoning miracles
from the sky
that has plunged into
a dense space
of fractures and
dents
losing meaning
and running out
of words…
the illogical,
the unreasonable
daunting the
reason
for me
to begin.
defeated by an
unlikely victory
summoning miracles
from the sky
that has plunged into
a dense space
of fractures and
dents
losing meaning
and running out
of words…
the illogical,
the unreasonable
daunting the
reason
for me
to begin.
calliope in all things
words like delight and inevitable
circle my mind, the bends and curves
of my thought indulging in the
gentle sound of your name,
a sigh, a breath, a moment
a phantom, a ghost, a recollection
a banquet, a feast, an unnamed memory
embracing and fastening itself
to the sunrise that painfully dissolves
beneath clouds and hastening hours.
circle my mind, the bends and curves
of my thought indulging in the
gentle sound of your name,
a sigh, a breath, a moment
a phantom, a ghost, a recollection
a banquet, a feast, an unnamed memory
embracing and fastening itself
to the sunrise that painfully dissolves
beneath clouds and hastening hours.
so much for movie posters
my attempt to upload photos from my phone to my blog was useless...
i will see to it that they will be added within the day.
i will see to it that they will be added within the day.
of films and memories
i am killing time and i am here at national bookstore in shangri-la. i thought i would have absolutely nothing to do but then i saw this compilation of movie posters from the 50's to the 70's (by tony nourmand and graham marsh, published by evergreen) and thought to myself...this is the universe' attempt to keep me from getting bored. god knows what i'd do if i get bored to my skull.
anyway, i took a picture of some of the movies i have seen, of some movies that remind me of other more recent films and...some movie titles that made me laugh: (please check the next posts)
*disclaimer* to get a better view of the pictures you must do at least one of these two suggestions: (1) tilt your monitor or (2) tilt your head until you break your neck and ultimately damage your spine. in case you opt to do the latter, i will not be liable for broken bones. sorry i will try to take better pictures next time, i'm uploading from my phone. huhu
anyway, i took a picture of some of the movies i have seen, of some movies that remind me of other more recent films and...some movie titles that made me laugh: (please check the next posts)
*disclaimer* to get a better view of the pictures you must do at least one of these two suggestions: (1) tilt your monitor or (2) tilt your head until you break your neck and ultimately damage your spine. in case you opt to do the latter, i will not be liable for broken bones. sorry i will try to take better pictures next time, i'm uploading from my phone. huhu
twisted tales
i'm with my best erick at starbucks shangri-la right now, getting caffeinated. today marks the onset of starbucks' tradition - so basically for the next few weeks, i'll be forced to chug liter after liter of starbucks' christmas blends so i may get their 2010 limited edition planner - preferably with the help of friends ahaha.
so we started our coffee session with one question: is chivalry dead?
i was asking erick if i daunt men. well, i actually feel that there always seem to be an issue when i am seen with a girl at work but that never happened when they see me with a guy. i think it's because everyone knows that i am not really interested in men nyahaha.
so erick said even if he knows some guys who actually like me but i don't just daunt them, i strike fear in their hearts (so poetic, dofa, really nice).
speaking of men - we agreed that there isn't a guy on this earth who would want to rescue a damsel in distress. saving them was never part of the plan, however, getting into their pants is. tough but true. my doyen quipped that if his species will hear him talk like this he'd be excommunicated. i say he'd probably be stoned to death. thank god he did not exist in the era of the crusades.
who thought of chivalry? why would they call it chivalry when there's always a reason why they would rescue a damsel. and the three main reasons are: sex, money and power. and in that order.
take for example the fairy tales that we all grew up reading:
beauty and the beast - beast apparently took belle captive in the hopes that she would fall in love with him and ultimately break the curse. it is very obvious that beast wouldn't have wasted his precious time impressing the girl if he could do something all by himself to lift the curse. belle was really hot, but he just wanted to get in her pants.
snow white/cinderella/sleeping beauty - it wasn't fate that brought the princes and princesses together. it was testosterone. why would they want to battle evil stepmothers, witches or seven naughty dwarves (the bastardized version of snow white) if they know they can't score?
alladin - why else would alladin want to be with jasmine if not for her gold? i mean she probably smells like her pet tiger...and no sane guy would go for that.
i'll attempt to revisit other fairy tales - either through books or movies. but one thing is clear - the word chivalry was invented to prove how disillusioned women are - that there are 'nice' guys around. the word chivalry simply puts devious things in a positive light.
so we started our coffee session with one question: is chivalry dead?
i was asking erick if i daunt men. well, i actually feel that there always seem to be an issue when i am seen with a girl at work but that never happened when they see me with a guy. i think it's because everyone knows that i am not really interested in men nyahaha.
so erick said even if he knows some guys who actually like me but i don't just daunt them, i strike fear in their hearts (so poetic, dofa, really nice).
speaking of men - we agreed that there isn't a guy on this earth who would want to rescue a damsel in distress. saving them was never part of the plan, however, getting into their pants is. tough but true. my doyen quipped that if his species will hear him talk like this he'd be excommunicated. i say he'd probably be stoned to death. thank god he did not exist in the era of the crusades.
who thought of chivalry? why would they call it chivalry when there's always a reason why they would rescue a damsel. and the three main reasons are: sex, money and power. and in that order.
take for example the fairy tales that we all grew up reading:
beauty and the beast - beast apparently took belle captive in the hopes that she would fall in love with him and ultimately break the curse. it is very obvious that beast wouldn't have wasted his precious time impressing the girl if he could do something all by himself to lift the curse. belle was really hot, but he just wanted to get in her pants.
snow white/cinderella/sleeping beauty - it wasn't fate that brought the princes and princesses together. it was testosterone. why would they want to battle evil stepmothers, witches or seven naughty dwarves (the bastardized version of snow white) if they know they can't score?
alladin - why else would alladin want to be with jasmine if not for her gold? i mean she probably smells like her pet tiger...and no sane guy would go for that.
i'll attempt to revisit other fairy tales - either through books or movies. but one thing is clear - the word chivalry was invented to prove how disillusioned women are - that there are 'nice' guys around. the word chivalry simply puts devious things in a positive light.
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