August 2011
2 posts
screeching
I can feel this trench of absence
When my love was handed back to me
Thousands of stories about injuries of the undone
Why is it so damn hard to be left with none?
stranded with what lingers of notes and madness
Faint throbs of palmstroke and sheer sadness
Pools and charades of awesome distress
Slowly, watching you with what you do best
Decapitating the beats from my frozen chest
Closer, fader,...
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MRT
Daplis ng hinagpis, sa malulungkot kong talampakan
Pilit kong dinadaloy itong makipot na daanan
Astang reyna habang nakikipagtulakan sa pulutong ng kababaihan
Bakit pa ba ako nakikipagsiksikan sa hinaharap kong kahirapan?
Gitgitan,halakhakan, gobyerno, at tsismis na may kasamang pulutan
Putak ng putak ang mga palad na uhaw sa kung anumang ginintuan
San nga ba ako dadalhin ng mga tenga kong...
July 2011
4 posts
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CHASE IT!
udubjohn:
eardrum playsure. fo’sho.
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May 2011
1 post
Ulan.
just wrote something while on my way home yesterday..
Ang mabibigat na yapak sa putik na di mabitak
Ang malagkit mong tingin na nalusaw ng hangin
Gaano kaya kalalim yang hinulugang bangin
Kung iyo lamang mamarapatin, wag mo nga akong linlangin.
Ngi-ngiti ngiti ka diyang parang buwaya
Akala mo naman ikaw ay tunay na kanya
Ilusyonadong palikerong siraulong barumbado
Inaantay ka na ng...
April 2011
1 post
“I try to sell courage to the insecure. daring to the timid, joy to those who...”
March 2011
2 posts
F*ck Yeah, Poetry!: How to Disappear →
fuckyeahpoetry:
First rehearse the easy things. Lose your words in a high wind, walk in the dark on an unlit road, observe how other people mislay keys, their diaries, new umbrellas. See what it takes to go unnoticed in a crowded room. Tell lies: I love you. I’ll be back in half an hour. I’m fine.
The childish…
The rise and fall of the Iron Lung
“Why is too much breathing never enough?” the battered lung asked. Why does the Ludicrous heart push it too far…and away..and as you try to reach out, you see nothing but an unsightly vision of used firecrackers, empty water bottles and a plate - full of self-pity. in this case, I wanna embrace that ignorance that wraps around bliss…and once I start crawling back, chewing...
February 2011
6 posts
do you ever feel, feel so paper thiiiiiiiiiin...
canned. and tossed to the grave. this is what we shall do with enormous thoughts..that banter with our intristic peace. It gets a little chilly in here sometimes, but bliss pays a visit from time to time, allowing you to grasp fumes of ambition.
Wax and wane, here and there.. I must be ever, painstaking. Our every babble boomerangs back to us. So remain good-humored and unchanging, and be sure...
frosted
How I wish I could turn back time, and crush it in my hands. kill the guy who invented clocks..shoot all stars and collect them dusts..all that has been gone before, I can seize it in my thoughts once more..like a rainbow without a pot, a man without a cock, a shoe without a sole, a vagina without a hole..Have you ever, felt like?
December 2010
3 posts
Dispirited
It felt like you were kneeling on my forehead. You rein in the words I’m about to say. Filter the remarks you wanted to pay attention to. I loathed the feeling so much, so fucking much that I told myself, I am never going to let me unfold that way again. I never lost control, never let my soul be heard crying it’s numbness. Cold as marble, hard as steel..I never knew such coldness exists. Like you...
Through the eyes of a clown
I still haven’t found what I was yearning for.
I thought I just saw it coming.
Self Restraint, to the thickest curb
Mouth to Ear, Ear to the floor
To you my words are trash,ignored
Overlooked and invisible
Your words, slippery and forged
Promises on canvas, no warranty
Never ending ,quarantine
My thoughts are once again grilled to the core.. I wish that pain was no such emotion, that Eve didn’t invented it for Adam to touch.. and You know that question they’ve been asking nuns and cowards, did it came to the point where you were seconds to losing it?
Have you been friends with your superfluous self? Did you know that such thing existed? Did you wish you could take back some things you...
November 2010
1 post
lost lust
I don’t know is this heaven, inside hell?
Gracefully, the fire burns and the arctic crashes
In my limbs, sweltering my flesh, you are, undone
My fingers are fiery cold, needles pining down my thighs
Come enter, come tousled, come stripped down in my desire
No one gets to hear the music played by my tongue
hindi ko matapos kasi naburat ako.
October 2010
3 posts
Like a torn ligament.
Like a shattered fragment..
Like a voiceless song
Like a hitless bong.
Like an honest mistake
Like my tasteless fate..
Like a pointless arrow
Here’s to our sorrow..
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a new tomorrow.
a letter to my recent scar
Hello stranger, you’ve once again churned with my desires to heal and set right.
I know I don’t wanna restore cos it’ll just mean farewell..might as well bleed with confusion and antipathy..
Burn all hatred,succumb all our fears..but I guess I gotta look after the sunset too..and let it dry this flood..
Swimming with ashes and mud..stroking exhaustion.I got no profession..
I just don’t...
August 2010
5 posts
able to think of the words,when I was half-asleep..surprisingly, memory was sharp enough to remember some lines..
Humahampas iyong mga salita, sinisinta, sinisilyaban
Bulalakaw ng kasinungalingan, bakit pa ba ako pinapahirapan?
sumisilip sa pantasyang, ako, ikaw, mayroong patutunguhan
Bakit hindi pagbigyan, ang hilaw kong kahilingan?
Sa bakas at kumpas ng iyong mundo
Iniimbitahan akong...
Remains
Boel Schenlær Life unrobes the most common spiritual and erotic spring bloom and the earths weathering personality spasms the failures and sometimes joy itself. What remains of a beloved poet is a ruin.
makes me wanna cry. tis for my hungry and fat soul..
kapaan
talking from a different perspective makes a lot of spice and sense, I mean that is not your comfort “language” so you tend to say things that aren’t from the bottom of your hemoglobin. or need I say, a dialect that’s comfortable for the hands, not for the tongue..a quite different set of words gives out an impression.thinking and talking to your own mind in a different...
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July 2010
2 posts
elmaw. as in LMAO
sometimes, looking back really hurts. thinking about the future, hurts, too. and what hurts the most is if the present, will be just part of the past, or if the present, whom you thought could be your future, just stayed there.only there. no questions asked. you are left empty handed, begging for answers . searching for questions. expecting the answers we want. but that is just mere foolishness.
...
Bee Stung
I have been somewhat stagnant for months, keeping all my feelings, all my experiences and futilities in a can. a rusty, useless can. fucking immobile. I will gather my thoughts, write them down, and I won’t tell anybody.. I won’t even tell you. how green the grass was, how fucked up I was the other day, how happy I am yesterday, and then the next thing I know, I won’t even give a...
June 2010
8 posts
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0312.
Whatever it takes..I won’t stop believing.. what I feel. How we feel.
Space will allow us to grow. Into a million pieces..till we come back running to each other
Like the pieces were altogether again..a thousand words have been said
I know we will find ourselves torn..worlds different but yes, we are one, and we will never be alone
You will come back, haunting for the lover in me. I will...
frents film fezt
I am sooooooo broke but still, I won’t miss the 15TH FFF for my dramas and shitlore. I hope to catch the 12nn show tomorrow, Girl on the Train first,then Summer Hours, then Good Marriage.Third or Fourth to the last Row, Center aisle. Who wants to come with me? I hope to see someone I know tomorrow.. last year I went alone and went down that escalator feeling like I was shot in the throat 100...
let me share this link with you.
http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=577469&publicationSubCategoryId=86
kindly read it. and tell me what you think.
Philippines, Noynoy, I have no comment,as of now. but I will voice out mine, soon. what I have to say is nothing to you, but remember that dirt isn’t “dirty” without that single speck of dust that’ll complete...
when you are kind to other people, they give you shit in return. don’t expect, keep in mind that situations also tend to object and reject. sometimes,they make you feel that you are just not enough and what you did, alongside. but what matters most is you know you did your best and you did your part. some people don’t have contentment in life, and some are just impatient. some want...
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CALLING ALL FASH-ECCENTRICS & BEAUTY NUNS!
So yeah! online portfolio is finally existing! haha! me and my partner in grime,Urbansnapper Santi decided to put up an online portfolio here in Tumblr…and we kindly neeeeed your help spreading the word about it. our works, behind the scene stills, stints, indoor and outdoor shoots, are all going to be posted there so we really need your promotions and marketing skills (nuksss)! a simple...
May 2010
16 posts
IT'S ALL ABOUT OPTIONS
fiamette:
You either give more than you were willing to lose or just remain spectacular.
with my favorite monster, Fiamette. yes we are visual violators.
tastefully done, Julo.
more violations soon :p
carlorosales-deactivated2010052 asked: cool stuff you got there schoolmate! :)
You be quiet
fiamette:
She is very interested in something that bores the sh*t out of you. Photo: Julo Cope
wow„ af. I am speechless…I have never been a “model” in my entire life. Thank you so much!!!!! ganda ko dito! Chos!!! hahaha! I needed this. we needed this.
I really feel so Susanna Kaysen! gasssss.
now suck it.
that one big step will calm my nerves that are as angry as Troy. ooooh darling, it felt oh so goood. away from all the fake and shitty splatter of words and illegitimate thoughts.
mind-fuckery.
and once your fingers and eyes meet, as your epidermis feels that goosebump..go poke yourself in the eye.
I wanna get out of this house. just dance with the night, and curse the moon and try throwing...
kaththecrapout asked: Aaawww, why Bochang? :(