#obra
"Turn off the lights."
"No, I want to see you."
"You won’t like what you’ll see."
"I’ll be the judge of that."
"…"
"You’re beautiful."
We didn’t do anything that night. Her moans, whimpers and tears are not because we’re naked and I’m halfway inside her. But because I told her something she never heard from anybody before. And she is truly beautiful. For her body was like an unfinished sculpture – uneven in some parts, rough and rigid like she was made from children’s clay instead of marble. I was the one who saw the beauty in it, the first man (and hopefully the last). She is perfect. She’s a masterpiece that doesn’t need finishing touches. She’s beautiful just the way she is.
"You’re beautiful."
I keep looking at myself in the mirror to see what he sees in me. I couldn’t find it. I tried to look at my body to find the reason why he said that. There’s none. And I feel happy rather than sad because I couldn’t find it. There’s always something different about his eyes anyway. The way his irises are too big and too black like a pair of black holes that will **** everything he laid his eyes on. Maybe he did. His eyes ****** out my imperfections. And I’m glad he sees everything differently. I needed that. I need him, I guess. I’m beautiful. I’m a masterpiece.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
Hayaan mo akong gawin kang obra—
Ipipinta kita gamit ang mga kulay ng pagmamahal na sinayang niya.
Hayaan mo akong gawin kang obra—
Kung saan ang pangalan mo'y mamumuhay sa bawat tulang isusulat ko tungkol sa pagibig, sinta.
Hayaan mo akong gawin kang obra—
Iguguhit kita gamit ang mga kamay kong kailanma'y hindi nakalimot sa mga haplos mo, pangga.
Hayaan mo akong gawin kang obra—
Ipagdidikit natin ang mga pirasong sinira ng nakaraan.
Pangako, mahal, 'di ka na mawawasak muli kailanman.
Hayaan mo akong gawin kang obra -
Dahil mahal, hindi mo man nakikita, isa kang tunay na obra maestra.
Hayaan **** ito sa'yo ay aking ipadama,
Hayaan mo akong gawin kang obra.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
minsan ko nang ipininta
aparisyon ng aking obra
doon,,, manipulasyon lamang ang kontra
pagkat ilusyon lang ang gamit kong tinta
o pareng makata
imulat ang mata
sa larawang likha ng madamdaming kataga
kung itutuon sa puso't isipan, titimo talaga
sa isang alagad ng sining
walang boses na matining
ang tulad nating mandirigma ay isinilang
upang ang kapayapaan ay isaalang-alang
[5 of 12 marked voices of a dozen clusters of letters]
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC