Sunday, September 16, 2007
Ang Proseso

Huhupa din ang unos at sa wakas, makakahinga ka na rin. Wag ka nang mag-alinlangan. Dumating na ang araw mo, ang iyong hinihintay, ang iyong pinakaaasam.

Ihahanap mo ng pwesto ang iyong sarili. Hahanapin ang perpektong posisyon. Mararamdaman mo ang lambot ng unan sa iyong ulo at ang lambot ng iyong kamang damang-dama ng bawat nerve ending sa iyong likod. Galaw-galaw para komportable. Hanapin mo ang spot na iyon. Take your time. You have all the time in the world now that you have no more things to do. Take time to find that perfect spot. Umikot-ikot ka, gusto mo gumulong ka pa e. Salatin mo lahat ng parte ng kama hanggang sa unti-unting nagiging sensitibo na ang iyong balat at maramdaman mo na ang bawat spring na nakapaloob dito. Matapos mong hanapin ang tamang spot. Ipatay mo na yung desk lamp mo na hiniram mo lang sa iyong mabait na pinsan. Naglaho na ang liwanag at pumasok na ang kadiliman. Sa iilang mga segundo, magliliwanag muli at makikita mo ang mga glow in the dark moons and stars na idinikit mo nung first year high school ka pa lang sa may kisame. Ang ganda nila. Iisipin mo na lang na ganyan lang din ang kalangitan kapag nakahiga ka sa isang field at pinagmamasdan ang langit. Nakakapawi ng pagod ang pagtingin sa mga ito. Nakakaginhawa sa pakiramdam. AT ngayon, nag-iisip ka na naman ng mga bagay-bagay na isinantabi mo pero nakatengga pa rin sa utak mo. Maiisip mo lahat hanggang sa magpasya kang magpahinga na lang. Ipinikit mo nang unti-unti ang iyong mga mata at patuluyang lumayo mula sa iyo ang mga butuin at buwan. Pare-parehas silang nawawala sa kadiliman ng gabi at ng kwarto mong kasinlaki ng banyo nyo. Sa wakas, sarado na ang mga mata. Pinid na ang mga ito at tuluyan mo na ring nararamdaman na unti-unti kang nahuhulog patungo sa kawalan, kung saan ang linya sa pagitan ng katotohanan at imahinasyon ay wala na at kung saan ang memorya mo ay hindi kasing-talas ng kutsilyong gagamitin mo dapat nung isang araw sa paghiwa ng kalamansi. Nararamdaman mo na. ang sarap. Ang. Sarap.

april28 sensed inspiration at 1:33 AM.
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i love. i have loved. i will love.

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Tuesday, September 04, 2007
A Birthday

Christina Rossetti - A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot:
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That Paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.


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I stumbled upon this poem while I was searching for something substantial for our coming poetry interpretation for our Humanities class. It's such a happy picture, isn't it? Kind of reminds me of something else. Oh well.

The saga of wild mood swings ensues..

april28 sensed inspiration at 6:58 AM.
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i love. i have loved. i will love.

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M e

"I'm the kind of k i d
that can't let anything go
but you wouldn't know a g o o d thing
if it came up and slit your throat"

April Czareen Cruz
' ' apreeeL ' '
28th of April
student/poet/kid
PNU-CTL. Manila Science High School. UP-Manila
music freak
cyber junkie
jawbreaker(figure this one out!)
weird but really nice!

L o v e s
Kids. Music. Web Stuff. Jadis. My Friends. Photoshop. Gemma Ward!!! French Fries. The Sound of Music. Sandwich. I Capture the Castle. Cassandra Mortmain.

W i s h l i s t
I want...
a star of my own. a car. an electric guitar. a camera. to meet Sandwich. to go to Japan. my dreams to come true. world peace. high school back.

T a g

speak up, kid!

"Your r e m o r s e hasn't fallen on deaf ears rather ones that just don't care"

L i n k s

" we are salt - you are the wound"
Aaron
Abram
Angelin
April
Beverly
Biankee
Cez
Chynes
Claire
Dane
Danish
Diane
Edgar
Fatima
Fiona
Gem
Grace
Jaiskizzy
Jigs
Jochie
Jazzy
Justine L.
j-On-Na-ZeL
Jomar
Kath
Kim
Lanie
Megane-kun
Mikmik
Mnel
Nadine
Ninia
Sarah
Yasu

A r c h i v e s

"for the corpses of all my past mistakes"
April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007

C r e d i t s

My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon
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