Monthly Archives: November 2011

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

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Monday

Your voice, when you first

called out my name

and every time after that.

–the most beautiful song in the world.

 

Tuesday

Your smile

how it shines like the rays

of the magnificent sun—my sun.

 

Wednesday

Your hands, the warmth

of your touch, from the accidental brushes

to that tight grip that speak of

assurance, innocence.

 

Thursday

Your eyes, how those black pearls always

seem to pierce through me, my soul, that

I always had to look down,

look away, scared

that it may be able to see.

 

Friday

You.

 

Saturday

You.

Sunday

You.

It won’t do.

 

(c) Recital: Act I

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Nothing tastes as sweet as your first.

With the silver moon as your witness,
Its light casting shadows, forming silhouettes
Of bodies that glisten, stripped down to its naked glory,
–vulnerability.

Love is a world waiting to be discovered
as you move towards each other
with bated breaths,
hesitant steps,
fingers slowly intertwined.

Little by little,
you become the other,
and the other
becomes you.

No prodigy can paint this masterpiece
even with kisses—soft, gentle kisses—
that trace your every outline,
every curve and every corner of your body,
your temple,
trying to memorize the beauty that is you,
but in vain.

You begin to transform into dancers,
moving in perfect rhythm,
full of grace immersed in this dance,
to the music of your beating hearts.

With every push and pull,
the arching of your back,
you move in accelerando,
going deeper and deeper
into the house of Desire,
passion burning in your eyes,
as you learn its ways and shed skin
marked with remnants of the past.

Your fingers curl, driving into the skin,
before you cry out in ecstasy,
both silent and loud,
of pain and pleasure,
waking villages,
cities,
continents.

After the music stops,
its curtains are raised,
doors are opened,
and no same person emerges from it.

 

I made this poem for our Poetry Seminar class. It’s supposed to be an Erotic poem. What do you think about it? Was it effective as an erotic poem? Objective criticisms are very much welcome.

It’s a compliment

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“You look really pretty.”

Ever since I was a kid, I haven’t really been used to being complemented, that I look beautiful or pretty. Or if ever I was, it may be rare since I can’t really remember it that much. Sure, I’ve been told that I “look cute” and whatnot but being called “pretty” or “beautiful” is another thing. Like what I said, I haven’t really been told that that much, which isn’t really helping my self-confidence. But now, I think it’s increasing, a bit. Those words are something new to me so I’m not really sure what to respond whenever people say that. Yeah, I get that people tease me with that so I also take it half-heartedly (or maybe, 3/4-heartedly haha). Sorry if I look stupid, with that big, stupid smile on my face.

 

I’m guessing my post isn’t making that much sense. Forgive me if I have a tendency to not find the right words to express all these thoughts (which kind of travels as fast as light, with my thoughts jumping and straying here and there). A shame for someone who aspires to be a writer, I know.

 

It’s 11-11-11. What wish are you making? 🙂