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Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

"ugly"

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Marge Redelicia

"ugly"

from wading in the shallow waters
of the world's perception of
beauty
she plunged into the "ugly" truth

she washed off the
layers of powdery pigments
with the hot tears tracing down her cheeks
she tore down the
expensive garments that draped her body
exposing her skin and bones:
worn and torn? yes
frail and fragile, no
she stands strong and sturdy.

now
she wears
her crimson wounds like golden jewelry
her beads of sweat like strings of pearls

she stands
firm on the truth
that beauty is more than just
pulling attention
by external attraction
it is pushing
past set expectations for
what is more captivating
than freedom
from binding limitations,
what is more glorious
than a revolution

dig down deeper
and embrace yourself
completely
there is more to beauty
than just being pretty

#life #beauty #body #revolution #fragile

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Point of Tangency

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Marge Redelicia

Point of Tangency

Lazy Monday.
Raining Morning.
Inky pens.
Empty papers.

This 4-cornered room became a
Vast new world
When I met
You.

Your "What's your name?"
was more than a question, it was
An invitation to
A breath of fresh air,
A gulp of warm sunshine,
A waltz on green grass.

From small talk on the
Wet weather,
The films at the theater,
And our ******* professor,
Our lips spilled over.
Awkward smiles became
Shy giggles then
Uncontrollable laughter.

We pulled each other to conversations on
Artists Picasso, Van Gogh
Historians Constantino, Ocampo.
I told you about
Distant galaxies and the theory of gravity
While you said things on
Progressive policies and your farming family.
You said pick-up lines, I gave knock-knock jokes.
We tried to mash-up Let It Be and Let It Go.
Your mind was a treasure chest full of stories
Forever you
And your words are engraved in my memory.

All this ended though
When the clocks striked 3.
The session was over;
There's no reason to be here anymore
And so I guess it's best for us to just
Leave.

"It was nice meeting you."
But it's horrible that
We will never meet again.
What was us will just get lost in the plane infinity
For this moment that we shared
Is just a mere
Point of tangency.

The point of tangency is where a geometric line touches a surface once but never intersects it. This fictional poem is inspired by economic isoquant curves and budget lines, as well as all my awesome professors and classmates that I had this semester whom I will probably never meet ever again :(

#love #sadness #time #art #sorrow #smile #lips #sunshine #memory #infinity

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Elements

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Nikki de Leon

Elements

Fireworks never frightened me
When I was younger, I used to reach up to the sky
Hoping that I could somehow catch them
I guess it worked somehow
The sparks made their way into my veins
Igniting everything they touched
I soon embodied fire
It spewed out of me during arguments
Burned down all my bridges
It was my armor, my protection
Until it engulfed the people I loved
In flames not even I could extinguish
One by one they left
And for the first time in history
Fire transformed into water
Now, instead of an inferno
There is a flood
Instead of sparks
There is rain
Instead of burns
Everyone is drowning
I will never be the person they want me to be
I am either too much
Or never enough

#fire #water #elements

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

"Tattoos In The Sky"

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Francis Santos

"Tattoos In The Sky"

They say,
There is a light we all seek;
But all I see are the dark clouds
Forming and massing.

Wherever I walk and run,
They rapidly follow and chase me,
Plaguing the skies with gloom,
Stretching forward,
Farther away,
Beyond me.

A curtain of shadows fall
In droplets of black;
Eating my sight,
Creeping in my body,
Consuming me like
Decay that ravaged the fields
Where I once frolicked.

All is shrouded in terror and blight.
I could see the towers
I have built, which stood strong
And firm, where I once kept
Watch in wait, now fall and crumble,
Its foundations reduced into rubble.
They now kneel in the dark
Like lost pilgrims.

How can the light
Touch my face now?
If Despair has already kissed my lips,
And I, have become its lover.
We have exchanged our vows,
Etched like tattoos in the sky,
Saying, "till death do us part".

This poem was a dream of mine, perhaps a nightmare that haunted me back in the past.

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

reflection

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

ty

reflection

I used to think I set a fire in your eyes,
but I've learned that was just the reflection
of the one you set in mine.

#love #fire #eyes #passion #reflection #confession

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

"Corpses"

Dec 2014 Jhannah Capistrano

Francis Santos

"Corpses"

Every single day,
I try to **** and ****
The loneliness and pain,
So much that I stand
Upon the piled up corpses
Of the daily sufferings
That I have murdered.

They have stretched
Into an endless ocean
Of rotting bodies;
Bodies that I do not
Even recognize anymore;
The waves of faces
That I have forgotten,
And the waves of faces
That have forgotten me.

I would always see
The murky reflection of memories
That can never be found anymore,
Lost in the ripple
Of my silenced screams within.

#pain #lost #**** #ocean #forgotten #loneliness #corpses