I recall a video tape, the flammable kind,
of when I was 5. I by chance reviewed it.
You were in the car asking me how my
day was and I was oblivious because I
was 5. Five year olds only care about
themselves. Now what is it you ask?
How people view your work and hope
that maybe I’ll stroke your ego with
a few embellishments. I miss you.
If only I had enough courage
to roll out of the cushions.
My scratchy twists and turns
can be heard in the next room.
The pillows are hard as rock.
And so are you because you
said that men are hard by nature.
This serves as a role play of
the fantasy of the busybody couple
waking up at 7AM, enduring their 9-5,
and hoping they have enough
to steam up their bed.
The worker bee belongs to the hive
in the midst of the labor.
The lover is the other’s companion
through the sweet night-
Or through the 3-hour prescription.
The athlete belongs to the arena
in the 40 minutes of the play
—-
I am yours while you dunk
through that metal ring
and towards my insides,
while you labor through the motions,
while you guide the ball
with your palms as they reach for
the ally’s contact,
while you’ve shot through the hoops
and given the look of assurance.
I am yours because the motions
are reminiscent
and the rhythms are discreetly
our pants
but that would be jealous of me.
that all I know of poetry is a mixture of
songs and literature of college freshman year
never read the whole collection of
Emily Dickinson but adores
the last lines of that one poem
with the chill, stupor and letting go
that my eyes are puffy as fuck
because I slept too late watching
a Hollywood film about mutants
and feeling terrible because it wasn’t
something directed by Fellini or Charlie Chaplin
who looks great without that mustache
that I didn’t take my medication last night
because I forgot them in my dorm room
and that my mother would scold me again
but I feel fine I think
I feel like floating
that maybe if I didn’t cut myself
I’d still wake up by your side
but I’m happy the way I am now
I love him anyway
It is a combination of skins and sighs
of unapparent proportions
The smaller complies with
angled contortions
and our shadows fuse
to a disproportionate body
The mirrors reveal but the
absurdity of our gradient;
and the angles of our merging
a fusion of horizons
Feverish exchanges of nothings
I beg for eternity
But a boundary never fails
To be constructed
Happiness seems to be an effort
Then the cold dawn
Descends before me
I will be posting a list of stuff I want because I want to be positive. Not feeling too great right now. The first list will be the wishlist which would apply to the contract between a friend of mine and I. The next list will just be for the sake of my looking at the positive side of things.
Contract Wishlist
1. Sigma Performance Eyes Kit – I just can’t imagine all the possible looks I’ll be able to do. 😀 This is only P3250 from Kiss N’ Makeup. I almost desperately want these brushes.
2. MAC 219 Pencil brush – Because I need one 😀
3. Maybelline Eye Studio Color Tattoo 24 Hour Cream Gel Shadow (in all colors) – I just love the reviews these have been getting and I want them for myself.
General Wishlist
1. Triple Decker Cheesecake
2. Make Up Store Stuff
3. Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward
4. La Senza’s new collection
5. Triumph’s Memory Foam Bras
Yes, I’m “normal”
I, Ann Frances S. Quebec, on the 2nd of October promise that by November 30, 2013 I would have accomplished the following:
1. run as often as necessary (terms defined already)
2. do yoga again (2x a week)
3. read and finish a book per week
4. find a hobby and stick to it
5. read every single required reading and submit everything that has to be submitted.
If all of the above conditions have been met, Juan Angelo Custodio will give me items worth 5000php in total. These items should be given by the end of December 2013.
So help me God.
Ann Frances S. Quebec
Witness:
Juan Angelo T. Custodio
We aren’t one
and I hope
we wouldn’t be
because a whole
that goes apart
breaks
The minty smell, the feathered pillows
the discolored spots in my body
the ill-fated phone call
the irrelevant pants and moans
the unfaithful taxi ride
are all the chasms in my heart
and penetrate my person
The guffaws and grins have gone
so have the wonderful nights
and the bipolar trembling you
but the scars still remain
the bitten and the cut
and traces will always be visible
All of you are but cracks
decrescendos
and it’s all twirling and fading
and killing me
I Stream 