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Linggo, Setyembre 14, 2014

sunday Again

you share and share 
and share
bits and pieces of
your Mind
your Heart
your Body
your Soul
your Self

they take and take
and take
a handful and a pinch of
Whatever you have to Offer
Whatever else they can Find
Whatever they think they Need
Whatever they think they're Entitled to
Whatever they think they Want

you wish and hope
and pray
for a bit and a half of
their Ideas
their Thoughts
their Feelings
their Stirrings
their Truths

they hide and leave
and apologize
for the entirety and some of
their Rash Judgement
their Unintentional Mistakes
their Impulsiveness
their Stupidity
their Lies
.





and they're supposed to be the genuine ones
.

Lunes, Setyembre 8, 2014

Whispers on the 7th



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So lie to me.

Lie to me as I lie to myself.
Say something wrong. Say something right.
Pour out words as bittersweet as these precious moments.

Lie to me.

Lie to me as you lie next to me,
As you hold me close, let me embrace you more.
As you gently caress, let me touch your soul.

Lie to me.
Lie to me this once as I hold you in my hands
and drink in your presence, your scent,
the softness of your shirt, the beating of your heart.

Lie.
Lie as oft as this clock 
whose time is right 
twice a day.

Lie.
I've got nothing to lose
but the nonexistence of us
anyway.


“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” 
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Linggo, Agosto 11, 2013

Twenty-four Lessons

I guess I can say that, in a nutshell, I have learned these things over my twenty-four years of existence:

24. Know that you will learn something valuable from others. This is true no matter how colorful your life is. You can't experience them all.

23. Also, learn from yourself. Learn from your mistakes. Seize the day. Living a life full of regrets is not living a life at all.

22. But don't be afraid to admit that you do feel regret. Acknowledge your emotions. Embrace them. Learn from them. Grow from them. Don't be afraid to cry.

21. Never stop discovering. It is never too late to fall in love with a new hobby, a new pet, a new idea, a new friend...the list goes on and on.

20. Some of the best gifts do come wrapped and are in, erm, object form. Avoid giving generic gifts.

18. Be artistic. There will always be moments when words will fail you. When that happens, dance. Paint  Sketch. When all else fails, take a picture. There are two universal languages in this world of ours: Math and music. If you can't do Math properly, make music so that the world will know what you want to say. Sing.

17. Don't be afraid to look funny or stupid. The important thing is you're having a good time. It's better to laugh at yourself than to laugh at the expense of others.

16. Yes, avoid laughing at other people behind their backs. Know that it doesn't feel good at all.

15. Time is gold. Avoid procrastination.

14. However, don't confuse procrastination with relaxation.

13. Push your limits. Be courageous. Just because you're good doesn't mean you can't be better. Just because you're already better doesn't mean you can't be the best.

12. And when you do become the best, teach. Teaching is sharing. Not to mention fulfilling. :) Recognize, though, that you never stop learning. If you think you know enough, then you know nothing.

12. Learn how to deal on your own. Otherwise, you'd be so dependent on others. That is never a good thing. So is going crazy.

11. Keep secrets, but be honest with yourself. How can you be honest with others if you don't know how to be honest with yourself?

10. There are times when the unexpected is infinitely better than even your highest expectations. Appreciate surprises.

9. Smile on a gloomy day. You'll definitely feel better and so will the other people around you. Emotions are contagious.

8.  Indulge in moderation. Reward yourself. See, it might be a tad bit expensive to travel to places you have never been to before, to eat really good food, to watch movies or concerts or to binge on booze, but memories are priceless.

7. Letting go doesn't equate to giving up. There are times that it means that you've found peace within yourself despite the chaos around you.

6. Opportunities knock not only because you know the right people, but also because these people trust that you're the right man for a certain job. Believe in yourself the way they believe in you.

5. Also, believe in others. Trust that, yes, yes, there are people in this world worth trusting. Ultimately, they are all worth helping and caring for. We all have our bad and good sides. We are all innocent until proven guilty.

4. And, even when guilty, give people the benefit of the doubt. You might have read people or have interpreted situations incorrectly. Someday, you'd need that second chance. Who says that someone you know doesn't need one right now?

3. Seek and pray. It doesn't matter to whom you pray to. Talk to Him/Her the way you'd talk to your bestest best friend. He/She knows everything after all.

2. Blood may not be thicker than water all the time, but love is. Family first.

1. Love yourself. Boys come and go; girls, too. This world is full of people of all shapes and sizes. But there is only one you. :)

Miyerkules, Hulyo 10, 2013

An even longer period of silence

I have always respected people who decide to keep silent even when the world begs them to speak up. I guess it's because I know how it feels like. There have been moments in my life when I was forced to voice my opinions and make decisions when I felt so lost and would've chosen to just shut my trap and not make a choice at all.

It can be viewed as immature and even irresponsible, I know. I cannot deny the fact, though, that sometimes it's better to hold your tongue even when your head is full of thoughts that need sorting out. Perhaps that's it: sometimes, you need to sort them out on your on first before sharing them with anyone. After all, once you've said whatever it is that's running through your mind, it'll be open to interpretation and it'll be very hard to take any of your words back. I made that mistake once. I answered what seems to be very important questions without thinking them through.

I'm still in deep, erm, dirt because of that.

They say the best ideas and most perfect realizations are usually found in complete silence. Sometimes, the only sound that you need to hear is the sound of your mind whirring about, looking for the right solution to your most disturbing problem. I'm taking a page from your book and shutting up. Never mind that we have a lot to discuss. Never mind that I have my own set of questions that I want you to answer. Never mind that I want this over and done with.

Fate has its way of telling you that you have your priorities screwed up. In my case, it presented a new opportunity to make my life as a breadwinner a bit easier. Such a blessing in disguise it was. I was about to self-destruct with all these confusing feelings you've awakened after a relatively long while. So, I am shutting up and focusing on more urgent matters. There are things that are less important, yes, but are much easier to deal with.

I guess dealing with those is my way of getting ready for that time when I need to open up again. Because, yes, I won't hold my peace forever. I will speak again. And, when that happens, you'll be forced to look me in the eye, as I'll be forced to be completely honest with you. You'll stop toying with my feelings, as I yours (though I don't think I ever did do that. Well, at least, not on purpose). We'll answer each other's questions. We'll finally figure out what we have been doing. We'll finally stop haunting each other as if we're each other's own personal ghosts. And I can finally start living again without looking back, hoping that you'll say the words that I want to hear and more. I can finally move on.

For now, I'll just have to endure an even longer period of silence.


Huwebes, Hunyo 13, 2013

Blue and white

They're two ordinary colors, really.

One comes in different shades:
cerulean and cobalt, denim and duke,
maya and majorelle, periwinkle and powder
sapphire and sky and ultramarine.

One with none but its purity
(unless you count ghost white and anti-flash white,
magnolia and old lace, seashell and eggshell,
and ivory and lace).

Two ordinary colors, truly,

Bringing a glimpse of heaven, and the sky, and the sea,
loyalty and purity, and freedom and light,
sincerity and innocence, and faith and spirituality,
and possibility, and inspiration, and perfection.

Bringing a glance of you to me
(together with those happy days and endless nights,
meaningful conversations and unusual anecdotes,
truthful insights and real and true and honest-to-goodness friendship).

Two colors on something named after some fruit,

Just there, on standby...simply there,
simply staring,
simply waiting,
simply wishing.

Just here, in the palm of my hand...actually here
(unlike you who's a thousand miles away,
in your glory and success,
your reality, your truth,
my demise, my pain.)

Two colors I wish I'd see.

To light up my world.
Like a few years ago.
Again.
Again.

Two colors again.

Sabado, Nobyembre 17, 2012

Here's the Deal

Once again, I am talking about something that I apparently have an excess of: feelings. Honestly, if feelings were money, I'd be the richest gal in town.

More often than not, our emotions get the best of us.

They always say that there's a reason why the head is placed above the heart, and not the other way around. I always thought that this was coincidental, the believer of dreams and the hopeless romantic that I am. I kept on thinking Oh, c'mon. If I were supposed to use my head most of the time, if not always, then, why is it that my heart is in the center of...well, everything? 

Lately, though, I've been thinking this over and, now, I'm not exactly sure. I have always been the "follow your heart's desire" type of girl but, time and again, I've been slapped with concrete evidence that this does not work for most people. Especially if your heart is filled with feelings so fleeting...so fleeting, you can almost feel them slip through your fingers.

Yes, sometimes, our emotions get the best of us. The intensity of our feelings, of our emotions, can be too much for our little hearts to hold. Because of this, we often end up feeling too overwhelmed and we end up making bad decisions. And bad choices often lead to bad consequences.

I always thought that when you feel something -- and when it feels like it's something really special -- you should act on it. Now that I'm older (and perhaps a bit smarter), I've realized that emotions, especially very intense ones, should be left alone until they have either subsided or have grown to something even more spectacularly overwhelming. I think I now have a better idea on the concept of "the real thing"...and it's not something that manifests once in a while just because you're lonely, tired, angry, (insert other negative/positive/whatever emotions here).

"In ten years time, will these still matter?" I now find myself asking this question over and over again when I try to deal with (yup, you guessed it right) these pangs, flutters and "whatnots" I feel. Dealing with certain issues now is easier because, while I definitely still don't know what will happen next, I know what and who I want to see when I look back a few years from now. I want to smile and say that, yes, I handled that pretty well, didn't I? It sort of goes against my philosophy and my quite impulsive nature but so what? I have gotten tired of the drama around me (most of which I have admittedly created, by the way). I now strive to aim to see the simplest things, accept these things and let life be. I can see no other way to survive this world and still be happy at the same time.

Sometimes, I still doubt the decision to let go of my childlike (childish?) view of things. Sifting through people and things in life also have its downsides, like letting go of things you are used to, of people you still want, of feelings you still feel. But you can't have it all. When you go shopping, you have to choose the best pair of shoes that will fit you and your wardrobe because you're no Bill Gates: you can't afford it all. Right now, the best thing is the real thing -- not only now, but in two, five or even ten years time.

I understand that the only real things are facts. I guess what I'm trying to say is that decisions shouldn't always be 100% heart but a compromise of both. I like the idea of taking into consideration what is completely true and what is true to you. Like, how some people can screw up and get you so mad but you still forgive them. You give them a part of your time, of your effort, of yourself, because they are still part of you. No, you don't give them your full trust and attention; you're past that, you're not that naive. It is eternally true that they are your family, your friends but it is also true that they have hurt you and are not doing anything to prove that they are worthy of your trust. So, you don't give everything you have. Instead, you give them what they deserve.

And I think, by doing so, you end up deciding what you deserve as well.

Martes, Nobyembre 6, 2012

______'s block

So you stare at that cursor
that continuously blinks.
Blink. Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

Your eyes blink with it in unison.
Or maybe your brain, too,
as it tries to think.
But comes up with nothing.

Your fists unclench as well.
And maybe your fingers twitch
as they grasp for the words you want to say.
But frustratingly ends up with nothing.

Your feet tap to the beat.
Or they might go against it
as you try to digest what that song means.
But you hear nothing.

Funny, isn't it, how
while your legs shake to the beat (or not)
and your digits remain uncooperative
and your mind.
Is.
Blank,

as the screen in front of you,

Your heart is so full and heavy, you can
Actually just bleed and bleed and bleed 
All over your page
Or your blog-slash-account
Or hers, or his, or theirs
And let them know everything
you've masked and protected and saved for nobody
but yourself.


So you stare at that corner
as you continuously blink.
Blink. Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

But don't let the first one fall.



Martes, Oktubre 30, 2012

Amor Fati




"What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide."
-William Shakespeare




“Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.” 
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Biyernes, Oktubre 26, 2012

Conditionals

If I stop wishing, this ends.

If I stop talking to you, you probably won't care.
If I were her, I wouldn't be as sad.
But, if I had stopped dreaming, I would've lost the dream
                                                                  the wish
                                                                  the prayer I fervently ask for
                                                                                                         but I didn't think
                                                                                                                         or stop
                                                                                                                         or pause.
If only I had stopped waiting, I wouldn't be here thinking of you
I'd be without you.


If I stopped, you wouldn't have noticed anyway.


***

If I say I'm ready, nothing changes.

If I say I'm ready, you probably won't believe me.
If I were her, I wouldn't be as lost.
Yes, if I had been ready, I would've told you
                                                         and her
                                                         and him
                                                         and everyone else in the world
                                                                                            but I'm not brave
                                                                                                             or honest
                                                                                                             or even sure.
If only I had been more sure, I wouldn't be here just thinking of you
I'd be with you.


If I were ready, you wouldn't have noticed anyway.

**

If I go fight for you, everything transforms.

If I go fight for you, you probably won't let me win.
If I were her, I wouldn't be as mad.
And, if I had gone and faced the music, I would've held your hand
                                                                               your face
                                                                               your gaze
                                                                               your heart with such tenderness
                                                                                                               but I didn't think
                                                                                                                       was not sure
                                                                                                                       pretended.

Pretended.
I didn't want you.


If only I had gone and braved the waters, I wouldn't be here just thinking of you
You'd be thinking of me too.

If I did fight for you, would you have even noticed?
Would you have even believed?
Would you have even cared?

*

Would I have ever won?
For if I weren't such a fool, I would've realized that my heart truly belongs to you.



Martes, Setyembre 18, 2012

Strip, September.

I know I haven't blogged for a while. This is mainly because August was HELL. I've never had an August worse than the last one. But, being the optimist that I am, I have decided to let that all go, look at everything as a challenge and move on. Don't give me too much credit, though. I don't think I'm doing this because I have matured or something. I just keep on thinking that, if I don't hold my head up high and just walk away, I'd still smell the same poop every single day and that would be just sad. Don't you agree?

Anyway, September is here and some friends of mine have dubbed the month as "Happy September." Only, September, for me, isn't a happy, happy month. It's not hell month, not like August, though. I'd like to think that it's the month of changes. A lot of things are happening and they are happening fast. It's just mid-month and I feel as if I have enough memories to last me the rest of 2012. I honestly find it hard to catch up and it's tiring, in a way, to be always chasing after dreams, whatsits and whatnots.

It's funny how one event can change the way you perceive your life, how a singular moment can create so much chaos that you're shocked, stumped and perhaps even everything else in between.You realize that your so-called principles and ideas are not as grand as you think (perhaps hormonal, even). You realize that the people you thought were like this turned out to be like that. You realize that you overlooked things that were right under your nose -- and you did it on purpose, because it was easier to ignore them, really. And, yes, you realize all these at the same time, and you don't have the time to say "Wait!" or grab a lifebuoy or even breathe for that matter. You end up trying to swim for your life. Otherwise, you'll drown and die out of pressure or you'll float around and simply lose yourself in the process.

In so many ways, September is like that new sexy star featured in your latest copy of FHM: shocking, too revealing, eager to leave a mark in your memory and your consciousness for a long, long time.

Thus, to September, I say one thing: strip. Let it all out. Bare it all. Show me what I want to see...no, show me what I need to see. And, maybe -- just maybe -- when I have nothing in my hands but the naked truth, I'd know how to act and how to do it right come October, November and December.

Strip, September. Teach me how to dance again.