Archive for June, 2006

tara na sa Havana

Monday, June 19th, 2006

Bakit ka mahihiyang gamitin ang salita ng iba kung sakto naman sa nais mo’ng sabihin?

Walang ibang nagmamay-ari ng iyong damdamin

kundi ikaw

Natatakot ka bang matawag na alingawngaw?

Di mo ba maatim manggaya?

Masyadong limitado ang mga salita.

Di natin mailalarawan ang kaliit-liitang pagkakaiba ng ating nararamdaman

kaya pagtiyagaan mo na lang

at tanggapin mo

minsan mga salita nati’y magkakapareho.

Kaya’t kung may awit na akma sa yo

Ibirit mo!

c",)

From the Darkroom IV: Another Attack

Monday, June 19th, 2006

Standing in front of the mirror

naked

never liking what you see

break it

another seven years added to a lifetime of bad luck won’t matter anyway

i’m just food for the "gods"

they eat me alive

More from The Darkroom: It just won’t stop

Monday, June 19th, 2006

Exanimate but harnessed still

Can’t you trust me even in death?

Inanimate without your will

How you deny me my breath!

Steel coffin dipped in lead

So much for making my bed…

Nightshade over my grave

My soul remains enslaved.

Shadows dancing in my cave

Am i to be afraid.

Darkroom: Day 101-Remembering Call 13

Monday, June 19th, 2006

There’s so much light,

i’ve lost sight of what’s right

What IS right?

My old hands will never learn,

Cut it off and let it burn

Watch it burn!

Sharp tongue will never stop,

Slice it off and chop

I know, i f*%&ed it up.

Lies: From the Darkroom

Monday, June 19th, 2006

Hate what i"ve done, and hate the fact that it can’t be undone

Suffer the consequences of my stupidity

and mourn for the slow death that comes with betraying oneself

broken now…

broken forever

so i’m quitting… let me justify

Sunday, June 4th, 2006

every single day that i was there…

i wished i were somewhere else

every single time i woke up…

i wished i were dreaming still

that was the darkest, most depressing time of my life

when everyday i felt i was about to die,

strapped on a chair, pissing on myself, trying so hard to pretend that i like it, oh how i like it!

i slept, i woke up, died all over again…

someday hoping that it will all end, and oh how i’d like it!

maybe at that time i was infected by an incurable strain of masochism, loving the pain but never having enough, begging for more, thanking the gods for the "gift" and cursing them after…

but no more…no more…