December 2011
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assumptionista.
Why do I have this strange feeling? Unfathomable, yet it’s here.
6:53 PM.
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7:26 PM.
When you’re waiting for something, time runs just like a snail.
At last!
Freedom.
Liberty from the four corners of this corporate prison.
I can’t wait to go out.
I know you’re up to something.
I am expecting that you’ll show up.
Where are you?
Now I know this...
“Where there is light, there must be shadow, and where there is shadow there must...”
– Haruki Murakami - 1Q84
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"ALAMAT NG BAKLA"
dexternews:
(excerpt from AMAPOLA SA 65 NA KABANATA by Ricky Lee)
Noong unang panahon, wala pang lalaki, wala pang babae, wala pang maski na ano. Pero me isang dilaw na ibong lipad nang lipad. So itong ibon, lipad nang lipad pero bored na bored na talaga. Me nakitang kawayan. Tinuka nya. Lumabas ang isang pagkaganda ganda at pagka-seksi seksing bakla! Kontodo naka gown na pink na pink! Winner...
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clavicola:
Good god, what I would give for another body next to mine tonight.
I couldn’t tell you which is more difficult — this physical loneliness, or this draft that I feel between my heart valves, like I left a window open somewhere in the third story of my soul, and the flame of my candle is blowing inward and outward, swaying with each of your sleeping breaths.
You and I sat dockside with...
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kundiman:
Sometimes, I truly wonder, why are we even in love with the people who do not love us back. It’s like writing a white inked pen on white paper. Invisible, unseen, untouched… unrequited.
Front door.
august-is-over:
When I was a kid, I would get ready for school and as I was about to leave the house my mother would always say to me, that as soon as I left the front door a memory was waiting to be created, she said of all the memories I will create by leaving my front door, there will be very few worth cherishing, so I should make each day count. And sure enough she was right. I created...
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Naïveté
august-is-over:
I remember being sixteen years old and spending hours on end talking to you about our future, how we would never be like one of those boring couples who barely have time for each other, we were going to break the monotony of it all. We vowed that we’d be different, we would always have time for each other, and we’d still go on regular dates and forever chase happiness. It all...
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clavicola:
We need lullabies in the morning more than we do at night. - - -
How many of you poets have written about the topography of your lover’s back at three in the morning?
Everything breaks before dawn. My spine cracks when I arch it, like I’m breaking in my bones for another Sunday.
The sun rises and yawns. Shifting through the sky in slippered feet, he brews himself a cup of coffee...
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A moment.
august-is-over:
Sometimes I just want to be alone. You know to completely shut out the world and for a few measly moments that mean nothing whatsoever, I just want to feel nothing. You know to completely ignore the incessant buzzing of your phone. I need a few moments to stop loving, to stop caring. To feel empty and hollow. To be in a state like the one in which I was born in, bear. Without...
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Harder Love.
august-is-over:
When I fell in love with you I expected a lot of things, you know, happiness, joy and all things you come to expect from love. The things we learn from movies and books, sorrow, heartbreak and all, included. Not that I prepared myself for any of those of course.
I didn’t expect was how difficult it would be to love beyond the scope of you. How hard it would be to fall in love...
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clavicola:
If I could kiss the palms of your soul I would.
Tell me: Are we two faces or a vase?
When we lay with our heads turned inward and our hands pressed together in prayer I can’t tell which is more real:
the two of us or the space in between.
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“I’m the lazy poet
Who needs to fall in love
In order to write anything.
It’s...”
– Moscow, Autumn ‘88, Michael Attie
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Spooning.
august-is-over:
It’s cute when girls want to be the big spoon. But guys love being the spoon for a few simple reasons.
We can sniff you hair, because for some reason it always smells so good. We get to kiss the back of your neck and wrap our arms tightly around you. We can hold your hands and stroke the back of your palms. We can tickle your stomach and feel the laughter running all through...
nubain:
Ayokong dumating ‘yung panahon na nagsasabihan na lang tayo ng I love you kasi nakasanayan na lang natin.
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bagyongtadhana:
Gusto kong sabihin na mahal kita, hindi pala, na napapamahal na ako sa’yo - ibang bagay yun. Pero gustong gusto ko sabihin, takot lang ako na mawala ka sakin, sa estado natin ngayon. Pero bakit kasi ang labo mo? Bakit ko nararamdaman na gusto mo ako, ngunit hindi ako sigurado, hindi ko alam kung ako ba talaga.
Gusto kong sabihin sa’yong napapamahal na ako sa’yo, na gusto kitang...
martsingson:
Meron ba? Sabihin mo naman sakin. Kase kung meron, maganda. Kung meron, maayos. Kung meron, kampante akong hihinga at papakawalan ang sarili sa hangin.
Meron ba? Kase, mukha meron.
Wala ba? Sabihin mo naman sakin. Kase kung wala, punyeta. Kung wala, tang ina. Kung wala, wag na wag ka nang umasa sakin.
Wala ba? Kase, mukhang wala.
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