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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

OVER COFFEE

Over coffee and slight glimpses
There is nothing to affect our senses
It was a perfect moment
Impetuous decision well- consumed.

I was with your parallel self
And your alternate reality was mine
Should have just locked the thin fabric
between you and him
Should have pulled you back into this
Fantasy I thought I have masterfully disguised.

You retreated like a soldier unarmed
Like a soaring flag pulled down at dawn
You opened the window and climbed to your senses
You sealed it
No way for me to peer through the curtains.

Snow fell during summer
Just as I thought it would
Felt warm against my skin
It was surreal
I though I found the Atlantis.

The allegory has been handed
I cried over my juxtaposition.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

RAIN

I will see you soon

 
The longing will then subside,

 
Rain slowly ending.


6/21/11







'Til we meet again, my love.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

MY NONCHALANCE IS SUCH A GIVEAWAY

If you know that I spent half of my working hours last Tuesday to stalk you, please spare me the embarrassment and just keep your mouth and your mind shut. You need not comprehend my very mature and rational actions. Grasping explanations about the things that I do and the things that I want is like a futile attempt to understand why some girls go crazy over that factory-crafted robot boy they nicknamed Justin Bieber.

When I say 'hi' or 'good morning' to you here in this field slave aka office, please do smile back. Don't ask me why. It's the same as guessing why Wikipedia said that this girl named Katy Perry is a singer and a songwriter. When you look at me (I know you give me those glances. I just know) and I don't look back, please bear in mind that I am shy. After all, not so many guys look at me the way you do.

If ever we get the chance to talk (discounting our usual morning hi's and hello's), be kind to me. Please don't talk about sports and overtly masculine stuff I can't relate to. And just so you know, I'm not a basketball fan. :)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Sometimes you just do anything except those shit on your to-do list

ADULTERIUM

It’s 3:33 pm. I feel sleepy and tired.
I realize how tiring it is to do the same things over
And over again.
I live for you but then I know I’m missing so much.
I’m living a lie, trying to survive an eternal war.

I skip stones, I try to make an extra leap
If that is what it takes to let you know
How much I love you.
But then again I have these dreams of crossing barriers
And of letting lose, and of playing bass, of planting trees.

Please don’t call me selfish.
I try to think of you alone.
It's just that sometimes life is such a mindfuck
And every mundane thing I do is a perpetration of adultery.
The conventional is what it’s supposed to be;
The irregular is what I plead for.

I live for you but then I feel the need to live.
Life is but an illusion.
We are all dead.

3/30/2011

After two years, I realize I have an existing blog


FOR MARCUS

Time, like sand
in my hand that slowly
breaks loose Never to
be picked up again.

Every bead a memory
of how we transgress
the physical realm
of this cruel world
we live in.

Time, like sand
in my hand that slowly
breaks loose Never to
be picked up again.

I know you understand
more than I do.

6/15/2011

Happy birthday Marcus. I will see you soon.

Love,
Mama