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cleaved
ahahaha... still experimenting with that phrase, "the other half of me"... shoot... i should stop! ahaha. i'm hungry and i wanna go to sleep.
i thought the other half of me lay buried in rich loam, warm and cuddled between white cotton sheets, protected in a mahogany casket that didn't fit its hole in the ground. this last ridiculous stunt illicited a "matangkad kasi, eh!" from my besotted mother. he rests now in peace, taking with him a part of me i never knew even existed.
i thought the other half of me lived in the books that line the shelves of my libraries of my dreams, the poems and the flying escapes locked there. that each bending of each spine and each turning of each page would lead me to farther and farther shores. this ensnaring escape succeeded in simply slingshooting be back to my reality, keener and eager to prove the pages true.
i thought the other half of me lived in each of the opposites i managed somehow to acquire, their strangeness and guile always progressed from entertainment to expecting to mottled, bottled ending. they each managed somehow to bring out the betrayer, the traitor, the check-counter, the lock-keeper in me. they each managed somehow to bring out the laughter, the screamer, the searcher, the revealer in me.
where now is this other half that supposedly shadowed beside me? i feared it were in the rains and in the floods, in the birthdays and achievements that altered the seconds, in the buses and trains that speed locations, in the photographs and memories that marked the seasons and lined the walls, in the whispers and the laughters that remembered the reasons, in the clothing and the merchandise that tended the grind. in the coffee and conversations that existed in our minds. in the smokes and the dances that chanced on our lips. in the heartbeats and the secrets that throbbed to our fears.
where is this other half that supposedly left me? glittering and in a hurry, always succeeding. highways endless and dotted with yellow lamps. highways that lead to nowhere. highways that sell you places you never knew you needed. avenues that cross and concrete that rises to let you pass beneath. bridges that cast shade against sunheat and rain. a land so humid and so rich, rainwater and ricefields flow unbridled. ...
¶ 9/01/2004 03:35:00 AM
i thought the other half of me lay buried in rich loam, warm and cuddled between white cotton sheets, protected in a mahogany casket that didn't fit its hole in the ground. this last ridiculous stunt illicited a "matangkad kasi, eh!" from my besotted mother. he rests now in peace, taking with him a part of me i never knew even existed.
i thought the other half of me lived in the books that line the shelves of my libraries of my dreams, the poems and the flying escapes locked there. that each bending of each spine and each turning of each page would lead me to farther and farther shores. this ensnaring escape succeeded in simply slingshooting be back to my reality, keener and eager to prove the pages true.
i thought the other half of me lived in each of the opposites i managed somehow to acquire, their strangeness and guile always progressed from entertainment to expecting to mottled, bottled ending. they each managed somehow to bring out the betrayer, the traitor, the check-counter, the lock-keeper in me. they each managed somehow to bring out the laughter, the screamer, the searcher, the revealer in me.
where now is this other half that supposedly shadowed beside me? i feared it were in the rains and in the floods, in the birthdays and achievements that altered the seconds, in the buses and trains that speed locations, in the photographs and memories that marked the seasons and lined the walls, in the whispers and the laughters that remembered the reasons, in the clothing and the merchandise that tended the grind. in the coffee and conversations that existed in our minds. in the smokes and the dances that chanced on our lips. in the heartbeats and the secrets that throbbed to our fears.
where is this other half that supposedly left me? glittering and in a hurry, always succeeding. highways endless and dotted with yellow lamps. highways that lead to nowhere. highways that sell you places you never knew you needed. avenues that cross and concrete that rises to let you pass beneath. bridges that cast shade against sunheat and rain. a land so humid and so rich, rainwater and ricefields flow unbridled. ...
¶ 9/01/2004 03:35:00 AM
