The Ugly Poet's Collection

Here are my clumsy attempts at poetry. You can find more in my laptop. It’s on a folder labeled The Ugly Poet.

Mine

Green goo
Spewed out
Of her frothing mouth.

Her eyes glittered
Like black diamonds
in a pale face
whithered with pain

Her bone-like hands
Held out
A stem of thornless rose:

Its white petals
Pristine and clear in the gloom

Then, when I touched it
A drop of blood
Formed against the white
Falling out on my outstretched palm

Blood singed my skin
Burning muscle, sinew and bone
Leaving but the charred remains
Of empty human flesh

Mine.

This one is something that can only be understood by its mad writer.Me. Hehe. Ano say mo ‘Del? Inug discard gid?

11/22/08 7:48:49 PM

Music

I touched the keys
With gentle hands
Lovingly running my finger
Over the cold ivory surface

My fingers pounded the rhythm
Of my thumping blood
And hammered the banging tone
Of my wildly beating heart

The constricting of my veins
Was echoed through the notes
And…
The silent tears running down my cheeks
Fell upon pure-white keys

This one is very undisciplined and contains a lot of erroneous images which appeal to the wrong senses.

11/29/08 7:10:20 PM

Ours
(nalipatan ni title ya.So, gin himuan ko nalang, e).

Our music is playing again
Once more
Words drift through my thoughts
And my heart squeezed itself painfully in remembrance

I once shared this song with you
On a lonely bus ride
On our way home

I once listened to this song with you

And in my heart
I knew
Like me
A kindred heart was searching for its pair

Your heart was crying
Pounding painfully
Along with the thrumming beat of the song

And my heart heard you
And understood your heart
Without me knowing it

Kindred heart and souls
Sharing one song
On a bus ride home

And now, I wonder
Who owns that heart
Who cried that night?

Who owns that kindred heart
Which my heart understood

*ugly poem, inspired by All the Love in the Word and a Bus Ride

This one is really memorable because I had an adventure that day. I went to Iloilo right after I received my salary. I mean, I took the more than one hour bus trip to Iloilo at around 4:00 in the afternoon, I arrived in Iloilo Tagbak Terminal at 6:00. The jeepney ride from Tagbak to SM City took me about 30 minutes. So, I only had an hour to browse for my book binge at Booksale. I bought several paperbacks, caught the jeepney back to Tagbak and I was able to catch the last trip bus back home at around 8:00. I sat with a man, a sad and lonely man who played his music outloud. I liked the music. I cannot say the same for the other passengers though.
12/4/08 9:17:07 PM