iwrite. iact.

NEWS FLASH (muna): I LOST MY EFFIN' PHONE BITCH. I COULDN'T HAVE LEFT MY BAG OPEN COS I COULD HAVE SWORN I CLOSED IT. WHEN I REALIZED IT WAS MISSING, I WAS IN SCHOOL NA AND A CONSTRUCTION WORKER IN ATENEO SAID, "maam nakita ko pong sinundan ka nung isang lalaki kanina." THERE.

URRGGH HIS SON BETTER BE DYING OF CANCER. DAMN. I DON'T LIKE TO CURSE PEOPLE BUT DAMN, I'VE SPENT A FORTUNE ON THAT PHONE AND SIM.

SO MUCH FOR RANTING. LET'S GET DOWN TO THE NILLY WILLY. :P

so i'm in a lit/ poetry class yeah? this summer. and i've been scribbling stuff since then. i've been playing with words and matching rhymes all over. err i wouldn't say they're any good, that's your cue. but yeah most of the poems that will follow have something to do with what we have been discussing in class. one actually earned me a star yay. and miss said i should have read it in class. wow. that would be the day. sweet sweet redemption. (for all my embarrassing moments in that class which i do not wanna talk about. they must think i'm a complete dork and dumbass. urgh.) anyway here:

1. summer 2009: this i wrote cos i was analyzing a poem for a class requirement and i couldn't hear myself think cos the rain was just raging. also, generally this summer, rain's been the common scenario and i dont like it a lot.

i dont wanna hear the rain
cos its gloomy and in pain
i feel its groans and aches
that fall with the sound it makes

i dont wanna see the rain
that splashes on streets of Maine
i cant look at them drop by drop
all of them hurry down then plop

i dont wanna smell the rain
cos its sad trickling on the pane
its oh so wet and stuffy
it makes my nose all runny

2. My Brain Tumor: this poem is a required one and i got the star on this one. it's a reflection on one class discussed poem "Slave Woman of Tarlac." i did it for like 5 minutes. wow. i didn't know i could still be praised for a poem ever in my life again. this really gave me time out from my chaotic life. i'm not that dumb. i can still create.

I look back to that sight
The horror, gloom and the fright
I doubt I’ll ever see the day,
When this fear will stop its play.

My mind it keeps the pictures flashing
Those times I feel the pain comes rushing
My screams they echo, though muffled
In my head, all sounds are jumbled.

I am numb; I feel nothing
I see my soul start rotting
Why should I even bother to resume living,
When I have to start from the beginning?

3. crime of passion: i wrote this on my sketch notebook when i was in trinoma sitting in a cafe and driving myself mad because it was one bullshit day. i was so mad at yz; i was so mad at myself i wanted to kill me. anyway.

i wish to claw my nails through your flesh
dig in your skin, exploit your insides, expose your stench
i want to see you bleed, sweat blood, pee blood
that way you want be able to call your god.

i'll laugh to the sight of your severed guts
your brain will drool of fluids that'll flow off your cuts
i'll dance with the maggots that will infest you
they'll crawl in between and over your goo
then maybe i'll pull and push back that dagger
slicing through your right eye after.

i'll yank your hairs one by one, crack your skull and without hesitations
play with your limbic system like you toyed with my emotions
lastly i will break your sternum and pull out your heart
squeeze it dry like you did mine when your goodbye tore it apart.

there. i'll probably have some more. when i find my inspiration. currently it seems to be gore. maybe sometime soon it'll be ceo. (he's a cute guy i have a crush on in my lit class. again. damn.) i'm acting with him in our group play. nuff said.

p.s. yes i act. this will be a first in so many years. and my lines aren't short!