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naked scribbles: saints

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Thursday, June 11, 2009. Your saints taunt me—. Spit at me in the face,. They mock me;. Them with their stern faces. I do their tap dance. To spare me from such hatred. Oozing from your eyes. It soars with my grief. As you mix them, croaking. Swimming on your cauldron. And must you laugh. You hag, you witch. Your big ugly laugh. As you drown me down. And oh, those grimy things. You spit; the muck. That cake your lips,. From the putrid words. You really take from them,. Don’t you—. And sewage goodies,.

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naked scribbles: tick tock goes the insomniac

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Sunday, January 25, 2009. Tick tock goes the insomniac. The house is a sleeping beast. Breathing on my back;. It speaks to me in whispers—. Drip-drops from faucet leaks,. And little creaks from dark corners;. They echo in the hollows of my ears—. In the depths of a well,. Like my thoughts do:. Incessant in their mindless chatter;. They work in clockwork precision. Tick tock tick tock tick tock. So these dreary eyes. Tick tock tick tock. The sight of the beast. The light of a new day. Death in the attic.

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naked scribbles: piping panangis

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Thursday, January 28, 2010. Tila kandilang nauupos ang mga araw. Sabay sa taghoy ng iyong mga tangis—. Balon ng dalamhating pumapailanlang sa kawalan. Ibulong mo ang iyong mga agam-agam. Sa mga aninong nagkukubli sa kadiliman. Sa bulag na bintana, sa piping pintuan. Ang iyong mga mata, naghihingalong gasera. Tuloy sa paglamlam sa indayog ng hanging. Nagbabadya ng matinding unos na parating. Ang bawat tunog at larawan sa tulang ito ay puno ng imahinasyong malankolohiko. June 30, 2010 at 3:31 AM.

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naked scribbles: saunter strut scintillate

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Thursday, January 28, 2010. The night is ticking. Ticking tock to dawn-. I strut, i saunter. In these sordid,. Not an ounce of sleep. Spilt on my sheets. I see lots of letter s.hahaha. January 31, 2010 at 10:25 PM. Youre a master of alliteration. I know someone who would be your next fan. Hehe. February 1, 2010 at 2:15 AM. Geek - honga, pansin ko. hehehe. Vg - wow, parang di ko deserve yung master. pero shempre, dapat tinatanggap ang binibigay na papugay, di ba. salamat po! At sino naman ito?

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naked scribbles: crimson flowers | a rhyme before bedtime

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Thursday, April 9, 2009. Crimson flowers a rhyme before bedtime. Tiptoe, tiptoe;. Sneak, quietly;. Duck, hide—. Dive when you need to. Her lair, its there—. Loud with her snoring;. And chicken-a-clucking, too. Slither, slither;. Like her hair slithers;. Into her pit, silently—. Careful, careful;. Take care, oh, do take care,. Not to wake the monster. Beautiful in her slumber. Or you will regret,. Once those eyes awake,. All bones will break. Unsheathe your dagger;. Slit her neck, a flowing. Food Allergy ...

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naked scribbles: love's cocoon

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Monday, January 11, 2010. Let me vanish with your kiss. Pop in an instant like bubbles do, in plain sight;. Pull me in by the gravity of your eyes—. Deep pools of black velvet,. Riddled with stars;. Let me sleep deep in your embrace,. Snuggle me warm and safe—. Cocooned from all these worldly cares. By the strength of your ribcage;. Let me close my eyes and be with you,. Even for just a moment’s breath;. In our place that’s neither here nor there—. As tender as a frail whisper,. Let me lay my head softly.

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naked scribbles: at sundown

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Friday, March 27, 2009. The butcher and his wife. Are at it again, in the other room—. He with the knives, and she with the axe;. Throwing blades and parrying arguments. Over dinner by candlelight; the air blooms. Sweet with murder and carved chicken,. The smell wafts through your room;. Brings you to your knees, in silent supplication—. For a truce to end all hostilities,. For a truce to end your duties;. You hate bloody morning clean-ups. With the pail and the mop. I like the sense of humor at the end.

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naked scribbles: in the tender light, in the blistering heat

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009. In the tender light, in the blistering heat. You once wrote, in ink and paper. That i am your missing piece;. That i make the puzzle—. Your puzzle, complete;. In bold, curling, romantic strokes. Your heart bled those words. For me, for me. For you i won’t write, in ink and paper—. For you we’ll have lovely dinners;. Lovely walks, lovely talks;. In the tender light of the moon,. In the blistering heat of the sun;. I’ll hold your hand. I’ll hold your hand. We'll have our alchemy".

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naked scribbles: birds

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Thursday, October 22, 2009. The time of day. The fountain, dry. Gazing out the window. The sky is ashen. Like your urn is. You’re always silent. As the birds are silent. Your eyes held me lovingly. You make me wanna write poems.again. October 22, 2009 at 10:50 PM. Very nice, thanks for sharing. June 13, 2011 at 3:01 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). That Night - Rufus Wainwright. Food Allergy Assistant: Teenagers and Food Allergies- A Troubling Time.