Sunday, July 24, 2011

Mother's mother.

A busy morning, an elderly woman, a van stuffed with passengers like a can of sardines and I.
Carrying bags of vegetables that numbered more than her fingers, guess she just got back from the local market. Standing behind her, I saw each wrinkles of her hands that I like to think resembles her life's events.
She was ahead of everybody else but sat last before me. Preoccupied with her burdens, I joined in and sat beside her with my bag on my left hand and two of hers at my right. Without a word she took (snatched) them from me once we're both seated. At this moment, my eyes are still at her hands with her greens, hoping to hear a "thank you" but none was uttered.
I arrived my destination and off I went without looking back at her bags, her hands nor her face. Did she once took a glimpse of me or any parts of me while I was sitting or as I was walking away?
Its now quarter before midnight. I miss my grand mama.


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I want to be so much closer to you and more.

Dancing on every strands of your hair,
resting on your eyelid, caressing the wrinkles around your eye.
To dive in and out of your every pores,
and giggle at the tingling goosebumps from your very soothing warm breath.
Good night Love, I feel safe sleeping under your skin. 

Saturday, March 5, 2011

A cuppa.

Life is a cup of steaming hot (bitter) coffee.
I sip - it burns my tongue.
I taste, I cringed.
I swallow, its bitterness dwells.
I've gotten used to it but I could use a sugar or two.

Friday, February 11, 2011

An abortion you should have. Even the mighty man Himself, permits.

She's pregnant with her horrible words and judgmental thoughts. So full of it, not one morning her body doesn't wake up with her morning sickness, wanting to puke it all out. By noon she uncontrollably binge, "eat for two!" she / they say. Eating, feeding more evil into her. Then tomorrow the same cycle continues.

Continuously... I can't imagine the monster.

A lacto-ovo something.

Once more, for a period of time, for different undisclosed reasons.
I'm 80% there. All thats needed is the extra 10% self-control and 10% will.

Monday, January 24, 2011

No interference of any sort.

"Wiping off others' saliva from everything, from my food and from my thoughts."
- septemberlanguage


Hungry, but I don't know what I'm hungry for.



Waiting for you to embrace me.