Archive for March, 2008

Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words

Posted in Uncategorized on March 29, 2008 by armedlittleboy

ni Mark Angeles, Patikim

Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.
Mag-scribble-skribulan halimbawa: “Ang gabi ay pilantod
at nangangalantutay, bugbog-sarado, ang mga bituin sa malayo.
Paruo’t parito ang hangin at ngumangawang parang baka.”

Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.

Labs ko sya, at minsan daw labs nya rin ako.
Sa mga gabing tulad nito, nilalamas ko sya sa aking kandungan.
Nilalaplap ko sya sa silong ng marvelous na kalangitan.
Labs nya ko, at minsan labs ko rin sya.
Pa’nong di ko mamahalin ang malalaki’t bilugan nyang mga mata —parang pugita?

Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.

Imagine kong wala sya sakin. Ma-feel kong na-lost ko na sya
Mapakinggan ko ang gabing OA, mas lalong OA dahil wala sya.
At ang talinhaga ay dumidila sa malay tulad ng hamog sa talahib.
Ano pa bang meron dyan, Ineng, kung hindi sya mapapasaakin?
Period. Sa malayo, may ngumangawa. Sa malayo.

Aburido ang multo ko sa pagkawala nya.
At para bagang nandyan lang sya sa tabi-tabi, hinahanap ko pa sya.
Hinahanap sya ng puso ko, kapag wala sya sa tabi ko.
Ang gabi ring ito’y nagkukulapol ng dirty white sa mga troso.
Hindi na kami ang dating kaming kami.

Hindi ko na sya labs, pramis, pero labs na labs ko sya dati.
Hinahagilap ng hininga ko ang hangin para bugahan sya.
Nilalaplap na sya ng iba, tulad ng paglaplap ko sa kanya.
Ang boses nya, ang seksi nyang wankata, ang for layp nyang mga mata.

Hindi ko na sya labs, pramis, pero medyo labidabs ko pa rin sya.
Maigsi lang ang lablayp ko pero ang makalimot
sangkatutak na 50 golden years ang inaabot.

Dahil sa mga gabing ganito nilalamas ko sya sa aking kandungan.
Aburido ang multo ko sa pagkawala nya.
Kahit ito na ang last chance ko para magmaasim at ito na rin ang huling chuminess ko sa kanya.

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Resignation Letter

Posted in Uncategorized on March 24, 2008 by armedlittleboy

(from a friend to my friends)

I am hereby officially tendering
my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the
responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald’s and think
that it’s a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than
money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and
run a lemonade stand with my friends on
a hot summer’s day.

I want to return to a time when life was
simple; When all I knew were colors,
multiplication tables, and nursery
rhymes, and it didn’t bother me,
because I didn’t know what I didn’t know and

I didn’t care.

All I knew was to be happy because I was blissfully unaware of all the things that should make me worry or upset.

I want to think the world is fair.
That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is
possible. I want to be oblivious
to the complexities of life and be
overly excited by the little things
again.

I want to live simple again. I
don’t want my day to consist of
computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,
depressing news, how to survive more days
in the month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness,
and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of
smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination,
mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So . . . here’s my checkbook
and my car-keys, my credit card bills
and my 401K statements. I am officially
resigning from adulthood.