Archive for March, 2014

Mad Girl’s Love Song

Posted: March 30, 2014 in Uncategorized

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)” 

 

– Sylvia Plath

malamig ang umaga

Posted: March 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

ito na sana ang huling umagang gigising ako na makirot ang dibdib. literal na kirot na gumuguhit mula sa leeg hanggang sa talampakan. sakit na hinding-hindi aabot sa iyo. iyon na sana ang huling panaginip ng pait. nakakapagod na rin namang umasang sasalubungin ka ng masayang umaga pero sa paggising mo mabigat ang pakiramdam at mag-uunahan nang tumulo ang mga luha. bakit ba kailangang ganito?

matapos na sana ang walang hanggang pag-abot sa hangin. hanging hindi makapanatili sa palad ng sosobra pa sa anim na segundo. hanging yayakapin ko hanggang mapansin na sarili ko lang ang niyayakap ko, walang ibang kamay, walang ibang bisig. sana matigilan na ang pagsusulat sa tubig ng mga letrang hindi mo rin pag-aaksayahang basahin. hindi ka na magawang abutin. 

sana madaling kalimutan ang kahapon at ang mga noo’y inabangang hinaharap na ikaw ang kaakbay. sana ganoon kadaling humarap sa mundo na wala ka na. sana ganoon din kadaling kalimutan na mahal kita. na mahal na mahal kita.

 

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for you

Posted: March 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

in between work and work and work, i have been browsing the “i wrote this for you” blog. there are many new entries, but in the middle of browsing i remembered you.

remember when i asked you about the blog?

you answered me with a title… Phantom Limbs.

i answered back with another title… The Bibliography of Strings

 

somehow those two entries got stuck in my head. everytime i feel sad, i remember the words. i recall how i was stunned to know that someone else can be so thrilled with words the way i am.

if The Bibliography of Strings is a song, i guess that would be one of my life’s soundtracks.

Phantom Limbs is my go to post when i feel lost and drowned with all these crazy feelings inside. reading it makes me feel sad, but alive.

“Do the lyrics still shake your fucking soul.” – yes. every fucking time.

lines from a poem or song, quotes from a book, scene from a film. there are many things i’ve learned from you and i am craving for more.

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pitik ng anghang

Posted: March 2, 2014 in Uncategorized

recurring dream

tellable fiction

you have a beginning and end

but somehow you work hard to get the middle you’ve imagined

as if life is not yet as complicated as it is

we color everyday with innuendos

problems in misremembering

sentiments make the edges look curved

the unquenchable sip for desire

no one is getting their emotional needs met

forgetting’s just forgetting

dream vs. memory

madness

 

 

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