Flag Ceremony

Lined up
Height inching
ID tags hang
Blare of recording
Mouths open and close
Puppets of puppeteers
Right hand rests
Each beat to restlessness

Habit

Let's all do the tsk-ing. It's relieving. Trust me.

Explosive

I am in desperate acts. How hard is that? I will do anything. I can release the pins and the caps anytime you want but not this heart attack, not this heart attack. Please, I just want you back.

Daily Digest

Okay, I'm drowning in the absurd. I know for a fact that sooner or later, I'll probably eat all my words. Therefore, I must muster to open thy mouth and master the art of chewing. Masticate each in perfection so as not to trouble my throat.

Pacemaker

Cold as a stone. An empty chamber. I hate heartless people. People who have hearts but don't let other people listen to its beat.

Again

And when that day comes, my thrombocytes might not win. They have started to drop down.

You Can Probably Tell I'm This Desperate

Miss, you look nice today. I like your dress. I think you have a date later.

Miss, how long did it take for you to fix your hair?

Miss, are you in a good mood? I can lend you my stress ball.

Quotes

A parent told me, "I want my son to be an ant in this school. We want to be like ants. Normal like everyone else."

I should have told her how sweet her boy is. He always has ants in his pants.

Retrieved

I take it back. I cannot and will not be selfless. I tried really hard. My fists are still clenched. My eyes could not close.

Break

I'll write here. I feel rather safe.

Sensory Overload

What does she know? I never should have cried. Never.

The Wait

All of it might be a blur. Might be.

The Word/Wordy/Worthy One

He comes crawling at night
Like a scheming serpent tendering the glistening apple.


A whisper.

Eat it, savor it, die from it.


He roasts, boils, grills it.
He bakes it with a cherry.
He feeds me with it.
He can slice it and bit by bit, put it in my mouth.
He lets me chew, swallow and choke from it.

I always hunger and hunger for another recipe, a new drown.

On Hiatus

The Witch is.

For now.

So many good things happening.

Maybe.

Snap Back

Or so I thought I was falling. Failing and ailing. There will always be that single, if not the last, nerve that will send you to restart. Not shutdown.

The world can sometimes give you a minuscule space to move around.

Box-office

Despite the murderous heat, a long, long queue of people wanting, needing.

A small bag of rice for the day to see life's next attraction.

El Terible

I have a stalker in the office.

Joy.

Please Crowd Please

Crusades of superlatives.

"Pare, hindi siya suma. It was that paper that made him cum laude. Terible, pare!"

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The in-betweens.

After every song, there was an applause. Mid-air of two hands meeting, I think of you. Why. How. Now, what.

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For the first time, my beer really tasted intensely bitter. First time. It did not surrender to my needling need to forget, forgo.

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The music was commonplace. The guitars, the bass were very, very familiar.

I was dressed in shit. I was posing like shit. I don't want to please anyone. Please.

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Homebound.

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Before shutting my eyes, I was forced to do the math.

The only valuable remainder was Mikey. Cute and geek.

Concatenation. Deflection. Preoccupation.

1. The Battle of the Fields is still on. To rice or not to rice.

2. Motorcyle-riders' deaths prove the fast ones never win.

3. Hooray for the idiots who tried to save the world from global warming! Now, can we have free freon-fucking conditioning?!

4. Thou shall wear decent clothes in school. Even if it is summer. I'm tired of hags and grouches and their fabricated grin.

5. Can someone suggest Gabby Concepcion, instead of inducing hostilities between TV stations, consider profiteering from artificial insemination for women who foolishly dote him.

6. It's beach-ing time. Scary.

7. I so heart neon in this heat.

8. GMA should blame the lag messages of SMS network to "skip" the Palau President from terrorist-testing procedures.

9. Let me admit one thing, I don't know anything.

10. I can't wait. Take me to. Let's go... Quiapo, baby!

Blank Verse

I'd rather not write today. Patience must be served to the public.