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10.11.2011

from the doodle pad : mirrors from inside

a stinging feeling of self-loathing
escapes from the image you had tried not to see
a reflection of the fears hidden deep inside,
unleashed nightmares of what used to be.


unhealed wounds and hideous scars
burning bruises of a painful fall
its that familiar taste of acid-like tears
its that unchanging stench of a suffering soul.


suffering from what?
what causes the tear?
that very same heart...
with very same fears...


those resounding voices
of curses and screams
seeping through the head
echoing through the ears.


in this world of incertitude and deceit,
how different is friend from foe?
what difference there then dwells
in the very heart of every soul?


look back at the image,
the broken heart and shattered dream
as you look closer and take it all in,
its the mirror who curses...
its the mirror who screams...




2003





10.10.2011

from the doodle pad: ?

here i lie still...
looking at the very thing that makes me live but bleeds me dry.
and i believed i can go on staring...
moment by moment...
willing the earth to reverse its turn
til things are back to the way they were...
when this wound was still closed up
and not a drop of me has bled.
and i thought i can go on looking,
without blinking...
although leaking...
at the very thing that makes me live...
...but i no longer can...
he has bled me dry.
photo credit: from the web


start:08.29.09
end: 09.04.09


(when it sort of/almost kills...)

10.09.2011

from the doodle pad : absence or nearness of you

having you near
is both heaven and hell
a double edged sword
that i keep cutting myself with.


cause being without you, i just cant be whole
just half a breath
half a beat
half a life
its not living at all...


and yet the nearness of you
pricks in more ways than one
your hands within reach but they refuse to hold mine
you are near yet so far away


so which pain would i rather take?
which side of the sword this time?
will the day ever come...
when i will feel no pain...
in the absence or nearness of you?


08.29.09
photo credit: from the web


(when staying hurts more than leaving)

10.08.2011

Date A Girl Who Reads


by Rosemarie Urquico
(In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl)
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.