mardi, janvier 10, 2017

Twitter-verse Vol. 1 (Jan 2014 - Dec 2016)


Twitter-verse Vol. 1  (2014 - 2016)


I remember cold nights like this when we'd let the phone wires sop our silent intermissions.


At once, automobiles and commuters unite in their rush hour retchings.  Yea noise?  Then I'll be brief.


It is not only children who grow up so fast, adults do as well.  What used to be hard liquor has turned to caffeine.  Veggies shakes now.  And?

Friends are curious creatures.  They change so much and yet remain the same.

Somehow even if accessibility to hard-to-find music is exhilarating, there's a somber enjoyment i used to have cleaning cassette players.

Why do they call fatty, hi-calorie foods "decadent"?  Because it takes a decade off of your lifespan?

I thought my love was enough ... until I had to tweet about it.

Contemplating an offertory boff to keep the karmic coins in circulation before the bank runs out of money.  A coin toss might be in order.

What's the point of having a mobile phone if you need to be plugged in all the time?  Maybe it's time to develop better batteries.

And in the morning, you forget you know each other and try to blend in.  Who wins?  The one that replies out of courtesy.

F*ck.  I find that offensive ... because it's true.

When I feel I'm about to faint, I imagine you catching my fall.  Your scent, my last memory, and a distant thud, the last thing I hear.

I do not favor you over the others for I keep my sights to myself.  The periphery is all I remember, and how much I wanted to reach out.


It only takes a few seconds to send someone a short message, a valentine or even a bday greeting.  I admit, you have taken me for granted.


But this ain't high school and you have your own life there.  Love it well  :-)


It becomes easy for someone to forget when something comes to be of an inconvenience.  The bell curve swoops downward, not in circles. 


It's ironic that when I close my eyes to sleep, my mind starts chattering away without needing to open my mouth.


The reality: What we think of ourselves is none of our business because we can only be happy with the approval of those we care about.

Must remind myself this:  Be brave.

Under the lights we are scrutinized.  In our nervousness we misplace our hands...

I dreamt we were going to the airport wiht your homies.  You subtly held my hand and our rings clash.  I regret not squeezing your hand more.


I envy guys who've found love with their boyfriend.  But I envy more, guys who have a good relationship with their Dads. HFD.

That pic of you and your puppy was cute (and grainy).  But you didn't answer what breed it is.  Maybe it's not your puppy? (Or pic?)

Mr. Paguio of DLSU - sorry I was too shy to make a move.  I never saw the crowded LRT as a place to meet people.  Have a safe ride :)

She:  hollow and shallow and oh so full of sorrow.
Me:  sorrowful sex.
She:  I didn't know such existed
Me:  It used to be sorrowful masturbation.


Oh floating fires like glowing embers, unleash not your burdensome coals on this Martian earth.  The struggle can be won without its dowsers.

That moment when your senses reach hyper-awareness, that suffocating panic-inducing throttle of regret for all your misgivings...

I gaze upon the moon-lit darkness that reminds me of the singularity of stars; though clustered, they are thousands of light years apart.


Sometimes I wonder how many kilometers your fingers have to travel just to swipe to get through those close-door conversations.


Everyday we are reminded that the earth, even in its rotundity, has a shattered face.


I don't understand why anyone would go through great lengths of deception and comment mongering.  What do they get posting faux-tographs?

People say they don't care when in fact they do.  Maybe it's more accurate to say "I dont' mind" to show you care but can't be bothered.


Pag gwapo nagtext, KILIG ka.
Pag panget nagtext, CLINGY siya.

Sometimes peace of mind comes in a small peace of paper. And sometimes being negative can be a positive thing.

Relationships are like cherished relics that hang proudly around your neck.  With no strings attached, you lose them.


You tell age by the crudeness - a cassette to a CD to an mp3; the rough patina.  You breathe it, you live it thru.


There are plenty of fish in the sea, but the seagulls feast only on what's on the surface.  Beware of the seagulls!

I wish I could afford to hire a shrink, someone who can vivisect beyond my purview.


Somewhere there is a vast field where she runs free from the wrongdoings of depraved men.

God lies asleep in the cracks, in the space shared by people and things, in the nothings that turn into somethings.


The first time I felt it I said, "This is it. I"m having a heart attack inside a crowded bus!"
Swallowing saved me.

Celebrating Mother's Day, I scolded my sister for being such a brat.  And then I realized the importance of a father.


Talking dirty in metaphors feels so kindergarten with you.  I need a shotta tequila.


Last night, I saw you and not your age.  "Not yet Rizal, not yet. The land is need of young blood."

"You are who you follow"

The word INTIMACY resounds more to me than "recent".  Of course, wouldn't it be nice to have both?

It's sad when a good guy succumbs to temptation and denies responsibility for his infidelity.  I expressed my disappointment quite frankly.

And took it upon myself to urge him to do the right thing, in thename of fairness and empathy. I hope this stranger rights the situation.

I'm curious to try taking Glutathione.  I wonder what it feels like to be bioluminescent.


[This morning I woke
Sunlight and parted pillows
With WIFI, I smile.]

[I pull the blanket

To reveal my sexy legs
It is all a dream.]

[Humaharurot

Nagsisipag-gitgitan
Transportasyon lang.]

[Our glands awake with

The smell of fresh petrichor
Kissing morning breath.]

[It is you not me

My sheets smell like lavender
It is you that farts.]

[My hunger flies off

To seek mushrooms and cumin
Meadow of your pubes.]

[With skirt up he said

"You have a beautiful cunt."
You reply, "Don't stop."]

That feeling when you talk to someone for the 1st time and it lasts 3 hours but there's still more to talk about.

All the love in the world won't matter to someone who isn't ready to receive it.  Let life take its course once you've done your part.


I find dating now gives me the same giddy feeling only, with less sense of urgency to couple.

I wish I could care less about you, give you up now and then take you up again.  But I don't see any other way.


Is there a 3-D printer that can print hype?


Kung pagpipilian ay isang not ready o sa bago't responsive, dun ka na sa bago.  Sayang oras maghintay sa undecided.


You played with my thoughts, but i think i can replace you soon.


There are 2 types of people: Those that like spreadsheets and those that prefer a blank page.  #xls #docx


Just let me do the creepy stuff I do and eventually I will get tired and lose interest.


[If only I can stop chasing you.
If only I could accept the truth..
.. that I am your salve for boredom.]


[I nibble on this:
Our bright future together.

But you don't get hard.]

There are things in life you have to work for, and some things that just come to you at the right place at the right time.


I don't want to be #MrRight. I just want to be #MrYours.

[It's recording babe...

You look up, smile, and brush your
Fingers through my pubes.]

[murmurs and breath mints,

your oral pond welcomes me.
degust my warm cells.]

[drowning, i see you.

my hands dive into the seas
to fish out your ass.]

[So I held myself

scrolling, lingering, leaking...
fearing I would burst.]

[sleepy traffic cars

parks, runners and parking lots
watching you swallow]

The only ghosts I fear are the regrets I've had in the past that continue to haunt me to this day.


Gravity be still.  It is not the earth
that ripples in vulnerability.
The sky will clear as you wake,
the tremor is but minor.

[We are kindred souls.
Looking for love and closure.

But you are fucked up.]

the truth is that i already like you. but nobody really falls for the good guy.
we like people who make an impact, even if it is hurtful.

[I charm broken bones
Of low-flying birds and snakes

In wellness, they bite.]

[Reluctantly, I

Pick their feathers, twist their necks
And skin them alive.]



dimanche, janvier 08, 2017

The poem inspired by a screencap



(Screencap from BuzzFeed video "Coming Out")


I am prisoner to my own bath. My hands holding up
against the will of water, my mouth speaking out
the volumes of truth.

I close my eyes and think
inside the box, ideas wallow
in the strands of drenched hair. The air
trapped in my nostrils escape,
but I remain calm and deny myself of fate.

I am prisoner to my own making. The moans bubble up
amidst the rippling of the surface, the secret I hold
engendered in the slippery space.

I am betrayed but I am baptised.