Tag: spilled ink
A brief conversation about chaos
You said you’d like to dwell in the chaos for a while longer “Here, where the ground has become softer—” It’s all in your mind, I remind you, it is everything else that has turned tough, rough. Take off your lens; open your eyes. Ad infinitum tempus post tempus: it is time. No more second…
A telegram: smoke
The neighbouring volcano is awakening. At last, says Old Pinatubo to its young mentee, but you do not do it like me; like I did, had done. intense, all-consuming unlike you, a trap: covering house by house with smog like how you would boil a frog slowly filling in each nostrilwith every piece of your…
I am in a box (digital single)
Here’s a short little song I made. One leap out of the void, many small steps to the Beautiful Elsewhere that is life. I’d like to thank Past Gyuri for the lyrics (and also Past-Sick-Gyuri for the original recording. Hahaha). And a little longer video recorded live from the 3D café: Stream “I am in…
Pagkalimot
Work-in-progress of sorts. Probably going to update this post with developments. Probably–hah! Sa bawat pagpikit, maaari mong kalimutanAng lahat ng paghati, lahat ng hindi mo ninanais Hindi mo kailangang magpigil sa paghingaPatuluhin ang mga luha’t hayaang matuyo na Bumitaw, hayaang lumubog ang arawBumitaw, mayroong bagong umagaSariwang hangin, panibagong alalahaninBumitaw at hayaan ang sariling makalimot Puwede…
Asking chaos
In the midst of the chaos, that isplain: black and white and black and whiteSomething asked me of a question I’ve been wondering myself:What is it that causes the waves to glistenin the early hours of the oceanlike glitters that do not stick? How can some days feel like it’s made of honey?And where can…
555
five poems for fateful days rain of the twentieth The Holy Grail God’s Face Walking under two ladders A Treasure to be Shared five photos that i like right now five attempts at thinking 시간이 좀 빨리다 못 잊기 어떻게 -영원한 여자아이 이제부터 우리 다섯있다. 갑자기야. 많은 감사있다 또 희망이
fish out of water
she feels her heart collapsing as if every vein is giving upslowly constricting, tightening the spaces around the only musclethat remains feelingthe rest of her body is numb, cold by the wind, burned over by the sunthe sun’s light through the moon’s filters shine on her scales gentlyas if there can be any help to…
My Golden Muse
Yet why is it that she now has gone? I answered her calls, and followed her orders, still she left my table empty; gone with the gold overseas.
the grounded
Yet I didn’t know. And I couldn’t even write about that lack. I felt I lost all my rhythm and syntax; my mind was as quiet and agitated as a typhoon on a sunny day. the grounded, a poem: Some days, they don’t speak to me I mean them: the leaves, the trees in front…
Rebuilding