Monday, December 30, 2013

micropoetry session

He is the sum
Of all his parts' legacies 
While still maintaining his own 
Definition of the equation 

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

poetry session

They say to keep it simple.
Write what you know.
Or even, just write SOMETHING, sit in front of your notebook or keyboard and don't move until you do.

Well, this is a result of having an afternoon to myself, reflecting on the above advice.

Patiently Waiting (3 Words)

They say that good things come to all the patient ones…
Well I have been waiting
406 days, 2 hours and 53 minutes
To finally hear 3 words
I. Love. You.
A sentence so short but holds depth so infinite
A phrase so swift but when said cannot be missed
An expression so fleeting but when heard grips you to the very fibre of your being.
I... Love… Being
With you.
And not just as a personification of togetherness.
I mean… BE-ing…
In each other’s midst
And although distance, both near and far, defines the space between us
In inches or millimeters, feet or kilometers…it’s all the same…
It never could divide our personalities so intertwined.
Tightly woven without us even knowing
Or realizing it was even happening.
You sense the slightest inkling of uneasiness and negativity
And intercept its manifestation with just the simplest of greetings
Magandang umaga, hapon at gabi…
Mahal kita
No matter the language our words, minds or bodies emit
The freedom of being myself with you is a gift
Self-love radiating from within, I naturally gravitate to you…
As Mother Nature’s omnipotent rule
We thus only attract what is a reflection of you…
And I know that I still have a lot to learn
I still have cosmos to grow into
Former outer spaces to outgrow and let go
I know... that it is not easy to love
But also... that I am nothing in its absence.
They say that good things come to all the patient ones…
Therefore I’ll still be here waiting
Ready to say those same words back to you…

I. Love. You. Too…



I know that it's been a while.
But it wouldn't take long for me to come back.
To come back to my 1st love...writing.
Dealing with personal issues had caused me to put the pen (or keyboard) aside for the time being.
But I haven't been too far away.
I've still been keeping myself inspired by reading novels, poetry books and the like.
Went on vacation to regroup and re-focus.
Moved into a new space.
And with new spaces comes adjustments.  Good ones at that.
I welcome the quiet sounds at night.
The moments to myself.
Re-introducing myself to being alone with my thoughts.
Because as of late, distractions have been all too prevalent in my every day.

But, even though it's been a while,
My passion never left me.

So...I look forward to sharing with you again my thoughts.
My words.
My reflections.
Thank you for being patient.


Monday, April 22, 2013

micropoetry session

MY self

You presented me
With an augmented reality of yourself
Reprieve and relieve 
The diseased part of yourself
In order to receive the best 
Most deserv'd part of
MY self.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

poetry session

We Survive.

Does it hurt you more
Than it hurts me
To call me a bitch under your breath
While crossing the street…
Or rather, over the phone
Over a computer screen to save face
Where you stay within your
Cowardice space…
Making complaints about
What I did or did not say
What I wore the night before
Or the choices that I’ve made to avoid your callous pathways
I get it
It’s rather easy
To slander my femininity
Without having a sense of accountability
To reach for far lesser inferior meanings
From what it is and what it’s like…
What it means to be a queen

Does it hurt you more
Than it hurts me
To call me a ho just to aggress
Gearing up for war
Stabbing spears in my heart
And aiming bullets at my chest
Burning scarlet letters on my breast
These same breasts that nursed your sons
That provided nourishment in pure excess
These same breasts that you sucked, licked and caressed
That possess the suppleness and the raw
That express a rise and a fall
Whether I assess to ride dicks or walk tall
That same movement now suppressed
When required to wear a bra

Does it hurt you more
Than it hurts me
To see me and view me as
A cavity to deposit seeds
Seeping from your phallic physicality
Bearing sons to promote family name longevity
While miscarrying daughters
Wiping away, decimating matriarchal legacy
Do you realize what it's like?
To possess the powerful ability
To harness life
Two beings, one shell
Individual yet indivisible
Does it hurt you more than it hurts me?
I think not.
When you're being laid upon that table
Being told you won't feel a thing
When really the emotions inside
Mimic the instruments
That cut away and scrape in quick and succinct
Ways and motions
Vacuuming up remnants of a being that was to become your own
Fuck the arguments of stages: multi-cellular organism vs. embryo vs. human
You were my own
And for whatever reason
Were taken away from me
You were my own
And ironically,
This table...
This tidal zone of emotions,
Where other women exercise their freedom of choice
Is the same place where I come to wear the burden of mine
The burden of not having to choose you…
My own

Does it hurt you more than it hurts me?
I don’t think so.
Because we... transpose…
There is pain behind everything that is beautiful
And wherever there is pain there is strength
And whatever strength I uphold comes from a previous beautiful struggle
We women struggle
But whatever the platform of
Degenerate interjections
It will always fall on no longer deaf ears
But open hearts and fruitful minds...
That house revolutionary cadence
To which we hold our heads high
We steady the pace
While still maintaining grace
Take care of living spaces
While STILL working a 9 to 5

We women struggle
And better yet…
We survive.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

micropoetry - sixwords

Proximity means nothing
Yet is everything

micropoetry - ninewords

Darkness surrounds
Skin collides
With great cadence
And rapture

micropoetry - ninewords

Search for me
With the vision
Your fingers possess

micropoetry - ninewords

Dermis becomes vellum
Duplicates as Braille 
Conjugates body language

micropoetry - ninewords

Knowing full well that your absence was a possibility.

micropoetry - ninewords

Scars glisten in the sunlight with opulence and majesty.

micropoetry session

His vision extends beyond 
The reach of stars
Renaming anything in his path

micropoetry - sixwords

This is the part where we...

micropoetry - sixwords

Always reappearing at the perfect time.

Sunday, March 03, 2013

micropoetry session

Whisper the yearnings
You bespeak
Onto my ears
In that voice that pains
And sustains
All at the same time
In all its familiarity

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Monday, January 21, 2013

micropoetry session - ninewords

Brown skin soft
Yet underneath
Thick with tragic experience

micropoetry session

I digress with my perception of you
That beautiful handsome scent of you
Filled my nose, replenished my soul
Until it travelled into my sinuses
Then started stinging my eyes
Giving rise to blurry vision

Saturday, January 12, 2013

poetry session - reflection

A Letter to my Son, on his 13th Birthday

You were born on a Wednesday evening
Under the fine balance of
Stressful circumstance and perfect timing
Your heartbeat was low
Yet your will and vitality was felt
Deep down to the marrow of my bones
To the depths of my soul
Under such pressure
Your diamond-like exuberance
Became my cornerstone
From a colic-like infancy
To never-a-dull-moment 
Toddler / Primary / Pre-Teen
You always made life interesting (still do and always will)
And made me re-think the way I see everything
You constantly save me
And as you approach
Your very own milestone
That stressful circumstance 
Will always remain
Yet is always changing
And that timing is fleeting
Yet carries unspeakable meaning
I carry every confidence
Embedded in my being
That you will find your own way
Through adolescent smoky happenings
And translate each instance into
Everyday majestic blessings
And with life's every test
And seemingly never-ending stresses
I will always be
That cornerstone for you
The way that you have been for me

Know that everyday
With you
Still very much and always will be
The day God blessed me with you
On that Wednesday evening.