Archive for December, 2013

focus. pitik. flash.

Posted: December 23, 2013 in Uncategorized

Give me lust baby. 
Flash. 
Give me malice. 
Flash. 
Give me detached existentialist ennui. 
Flash. 
Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. 
Flash. 
Give me sympathy. 
Flash. 
Give me brutal honesty. 
Flash. 
Give me attention. 
Flash. 
Give me adoration. 
Flash. 
Give me a break. 
Flash. 
Give me pity. 
Flash. 
Give me another chance. 
Flash. 
Give me wonder, baby. 
Flash. 
Give me amazement. 
Flash. 
Give me joy. Give me fun. Give me love. 
Flash. 
Give me patience. 
Flash. 
Give me control. 
Flash. 
Give me romance. 
Flash. 
Give me denial. 
Flash. 
Give me tolerance. 
Flash. 
Give me understanding. 
Flash. 
Give me amnesia. 
Flash. 
Give me new parents. 
Flash. 
Give me control. Give me calm. Give me restraint. 
Flash. 
Give me peace. 
Flash. 
Give me release. 
Flash. 
Give me homesickness. 
Flash. 
Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. 
Flash. 
Give me pity. 
Flash. 
Give me empathy. 
Flash. 
Give me a voice. 
Flash. 
Give me a face. 
Flash. 
Give me clarity. Give me reasons. Give me answers. 
Flash. 
Give me any sense of control. 
Flash. 
Give me terror. 
Flash. 
Give me denial. Give me ignorance. 
Flash. 
Give me a new start. 
Flash. 
Give me courage. 
Flash. 
Give me tolerance. 
Flash. 
Give me wisdom. 
Flash. 
Give me anger. 
Flash. 
Give me vengeance. 
Flash. 
Give me total and complete justified retribution. 
Flash. 
Give me courage. 
Flash. 
Give me heart. 
Flash. 
Give me passion. 
Flash. 
Give me joy. 
Flash. 
Give me youth and energy and innocence and beauty. 
Flash. 
Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism. 
Flash. 
Just give me my first opportunity. 
Flash. 
Give me attention. 
Flash. 
Give me beauty. 
Flash. 
Give me peace and happiness a loving relationship and a perfect home. 
Flash. 
Give me emotional whining bullshit. 
Flash. 
Give me self-absorbed egocentric babble. 
Flash. 
Give me terror. 
Flash. 
Give me panic. 
Flash. 
Give me a complete late-stage revision of my adult life. 
Flash. 
Give me anything in this whole fucking world that is exactly what it looks like. 
Flash.

 

 

[from Chuck Palahniuk’s Invisible Monsters]

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On Black Out Poetry

Posted: December 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

nakahain na ang mga salita

tatakpan ang walang saysay

pagtatagpi-tagpiin ang mga salitang nais

bigyan ng bagong kahulugan

nakikita mo lang ang gustong makita, ang kahulugang pabor sayo lang ang nakukuha

kahit pa umpisa pa lang, alam mo namang wala talagang ibig-sabihin, na wala talagang laman

 

I admit I enjoyed doing Black Out Poetry. I stopped (more of rested from it) after my fourth “piece” because I can’t shrug off the parallelisms of it to my life. Was I only over-thinking? I don’t know. But it hit me that the whole process of Black Out Poetry is really an escape. No offense.

Simple. You get an article (which can stand alone and already has a set content and meaning), you pick up the words you like, form new sentences and give it the meaning you want. You then satisfy yourself with what you have created.

Sucks how that can be compared to real life. You exchange words with people you talk to. You understand what they really mean, yes. But sometimes (or most of the time) you filter their statements and retain only the parts you like, then you give your own meaning to the words you collected. Will fooling yourself make you happy? You know it wont, but you can’t avoid doing it to feed your ego, boost your self-esteem and continue to be in denial about the truth that the person slapped on your face.

Well rejection is one thing. Lying to yourself is another. And the latter is a self-destruct action. I guess for now I’d stick to the literal meaning of things. No more over-thinking. What is, is. What are, are. What did not happen, did not.

I remember a statement I heard from a friend: “when you ASSUME, you make an ASS out of U and ME”.

There.

 

Cherry Red 121913

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A perfume of flowers but no bouquet
Sweet-smelling scent
It intensifies
This is beautiful

I try to freeze

Poetic but too high up
My shot cannot capture all that is raw

Its been days since the sun set.

 

CherryRed 121413

My first black out poetry :)

Posted: December 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

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A conflict arises, default remedy is nothing short-term

Issues not identified, discussed or resolved

Trouble created by players

Worth. Skill. Talent.

Bashing, back-biting fakers

True conversations talked about end only to abide to escape

 

CherryRed 121013

Mad Rush (Black Out Poetry)

Posted: December 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

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Scramble looms

Overnight for two

Expected peak

Pour it

Unique celebration

Extreme aventures attract human engagement

Massive influx

Come

Spicing up fun

Complete two-way

Inbound and outbound

In between

 

CherryRed 121013

Left Behind (Black Out Poetry)

Posted: December 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

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Left Behind

A few times everyday
High speed between barrels, threadbare town
Word gets out
Close friend
The seconds it takes to fly through
Woosh

Not one of them
A cold, blue-eyed stare
Crumbling, shut down
Leaving
Hoping to start a new life
Everything is rotting at the edges
Another begins

Not apparent nor is it visible
Narrow, great stretches
Neglected, drawn backward

In time hand recedes
People struggling with choices that belong to the past

Heat
Must be fed by hand
Burn

Is it safe to stay?
Can they leave?
Clad in tattoos

Wanted. Happening.
Own world. Diiferently.
They dont know.
I would say it.

Monster love.

 

CherryRed 121113

Because unlove is worse than hate

Posted: December 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

You should know that there is something worse than hate and that is unlove.

Because hate is anger over something lost, hate is passion, hate is misguided, it’s caring for the wrong things but it is still caring.

But unlove, unlove is to unkiss, to unremember, to unhold, to undream, to undo everything that ever was and leave smooth stone behind in its wake.

No fire.

No fury.

Just, nothing.

And that is worse than hate.

 

 

[THE SALTING OF THE EARTH – I Wrote This For You]