"flavourful" poems
I am dreaming of becoming the person I want to be...
I want to become a photographer.
The one that could capture every moment,
so that later will be remembered.
I want to become a painter.
The one that can make an art through hues,
that can make people's life more colourful.
I want to become a chef.
The one that can cook all kinds of dishes,
that can make our lives more flavourful.
I want to become a scientist.
The one that can invent new things,
so that people will recognize me.
I want to become a politician.
The one that could serve the public,
to stop the poverty.
But I can't become all of these..
No matter how high I would dream..
The real me will have to be just me
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
I saw an Ulila
Whilst riding a Jeepney
Half-Shoed,
Half-Footed,
Saying, "BAYAD!"
An Endearment for Pay
Yet my Eyes affixed
On his One-Footed Shoe
But due to the Wear
Of a Day's Sweaty Trod
Begging for his Family Dinner
Hoping he could have a Full Meal
And Smiles
For him and his family
And still waiting
For his Final Stop
And still scraping
His Hard-Worn Scar
Thus the Ulila
Handsome to Beg
Despite his Birth-Marked Nose
Which was actually blood
From a flavourful fist-fight
And Soil,
Paints his Tender Body.
Thus the Ulila,
Swollen in his Eyes,
Suddenly remembered
He had nothing to Beg
For since his Time,
Was centred on Smiles
Greeting people,
Wishing them the
Best of Cheers and Holidays
And his Reward,
Sheltered and Soft,
Reaching the end of his Bay,
Cried, "PARA!"
An Endearment for Stop
And disembarked
Full of Flavours and Joy,
Wondering,
If he could Share such with his Family.
Then the Ulila,
Felt a Weight,
And Jingles in his Body.
Thinking of his Thursday's Stones,
He took some out
And all he found,
Were just some Worthless Pesos,
Given secretly,
By the Passengers he Entertained
In the busy Jeepney.
Thus Smiled the Ulila - The Selfless Urchin-Boy.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
I am a chocolate box of contradiction
pick a name and call me
go on- put a name to my whole identity
so be colourful, be flavourful-
Fake? Loyal? Insecure?
Each are shards of who I am-
a broken mirror of opposites
just like you
The difference is, you don't know how
to handle your broken pieces without cutting fingers
so pick up mine, throw them at me
little knives of greatness and flaw
Go on, this mirror is already broken
lying in pieces at the feet of its master.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
I’m the space between light and shadow
The dimness just beyond the headlights
I’m the silver lining of a storm cloud
The pause after crescendo
The top of the rollercoaster, just before the drop
I’m the hum between beat and rhythm
The echo in the valley
And the wake of the ship
The air that moves between hummingbirds’ wings
The scent of gardenias on the night air
The wet sand that makes castles but clings to your feet and never leaves the lining of your swimsuit so you never forget that day at the beach.
Someday you may spot me in the background
Shield your eyes against the floodlights and peer into the urgent quiet at stage left
You’ll hear the scribbling of last minute changes;
And know that:
I’m that improvised line
on everyone’s mind
at the end of the night.
The essence of a memory
You can’t quite place
Christmas mornings
Summer jobs
The undertones of that familiar perfume
The elusive je ne sais quoi
That sends you back to the food stall
With no name
On the corner of that park
We used to love
to cut through
On the way back from grandma’s.
You’ll recognize me
In the dying applause
Bonfire smoke on the morning air
The late afternoon breeze that reminds you to pick your kid up from school
The coolness of a glass of water after the first rain of the season
The third chew of an intensely flavourful bite of food
Music at a wake
Bourbon at a graduation
Coffee in a hospital waiting room
I am the crease of your forehead between tears and laughter
The glowing ember of a discarded matchstick
I am the space
Between footsteps
And words
And silent chants
Between your hands
When you fold them
And hold them
And raise them up
To touch the sky
And lower them down
To return to earth
I am the space between Light and Shadow
Between earth and sky
When you need me, I’ll be there.
Even if you don’t know it.
Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 9:18 PM UTC
Let this taste last you a second longer,
Roll it out of each bud and into another
As the flavour dissipates, remember,
You have ingested more of yourself
Than you have of any other lover;
Your eternal loneliness is self-sufficient,
Flavourful, nutritious, delicious… etc. etc.
Indulge in the phantom of your lasting selves.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
We could have baked the best brownies in town,
ones' filled with warm gooey love,
or cooked the best cake around,
so that people would think it came from above.
We planned on making a flavourful omelette,
which would satisfy us for years,
with colored foods of green, red or even violet,
anything except our tears.
Our plans built up like they often do,
holding us down like a chain on our legs,
eventually our plans fell through,
I guess we waiting to long and became bad eggs.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Inducing pleasure
Beyond earthly measure
Time's tether—I searched for you
Unearthing treasure
Oh!—how such flavourful fantasies came true
You've pulled me from darkness
Enlightening all that surrounds us
Such soulful connection surmounts trust
Shining stardust—loving eyes sparkle
"What raw lust!"
Caressing touch—
Together, we tremble
Together, we are bright
Willfully I succumb—all-encompassing light
May our ties forever be tight
A life together—free from plight
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
I went to a town
Came by a restaurant
Seeing food
Yummy but too fatty
Twirling in my mind
Flavourful ice-cream sandwich
Fantastic French fries
Filling my mind with food for thought
Yummy & delicious
To the FOOD we yearn!
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:04 AM UTC
We woke together,
That stranger night.
Amongst the stars and showers,
Of bright gleaming light.
A wisps' dream,
I'm sure it was.
But you were with me,
Beyond that I didn't care more.
We flew through the clouds,
Amongst the fish with wings.
Have you ever seen a salmon,
Floating in the wind?
The hues of the rainbow,
Did kiss our skin bright.
It's taste sweeter than,
An apple pie.
And from it we did borrow,
Our flavourful lips.
So that when I kiss you,
Angles do weep.
Through lightning and thunder,
Did we find our way.
Like Peter and Wendy,
In their younger days.
The sky was ours,
To do as we pleased.
Like rover on mars,
But just you and me.
And between our adventure,
I suddenly did wake.
To you lying next to me,
As the dream faded away.
To a reality so perfect,
I didn't need the sky.
For here back on earth,
It's still you and I.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
Murderer
I am a liar, you know?
I lie constantly.
Every single word, though tasting of honey,
Is foul in its pure nature.
Even with the sweetest words,
I am repeatedly deceiving you.
I hate lying to friends.
But I fear of those friends,
Suddenly becoming acquittances
And I would be left to drift into nothing
Swallowed by my own mouth.
Hello! I’m a compulsive liar.
Yes. Compulsive to a point,
Where I shall lie not just for survival,
But for safety, comfort and joy.
But you won’t even know,
Mainly because I already started lying.
Even my hello is probably laced with something,
Poison that makes me cough up my heart,
Filling my lungs with words I regret.
But we are still friends!
And that is good. Even though…
I could be lying about that too.
Lies don’t even have beginnings or endings.
They are eternal and ever-flavourful!
Sitting in my stomach as if a parasite,
Dining on my ability to smile and not feel it,
Say things that I didn’t really mean it,
And yet. You don’t see it.
Maybe for the best!
Because if my mouth spilled the truth,
That I keep closed with my teeth,
You might think you didn’t know me.
The ME that never stopped lying,
With the fear to lose all.
It’s hard to lie about a ******
To commit such a foul crime,
On someone I knew best – myself.
But I cover it up well,
With few jokes about rainbows
And talks of girls and bars.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
F ragrance within themselves,
L ayers of petals arranged nicely
O ffering sweet, flavourful nectar
W hich the tiny organisms enjoy
E very being loves their beauty
R ed, blue, pink, in every colour
S ee them in bloom all summer.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
you lick the inside of your cheek
it is warmer in there and
softer and pink secretly
without you having to admit to anyone
which wound you have picked at again
that you do not want to listen to acoustic anymore because
that too is too sweet
you understand the sign of the times
clocked in the ears until
they bleed
and letting go of hands does not hurt
it is cold this time of
year that is why you lick the inside of your
cheek
only the
stretching of the muscles
it is normal to
cool off your head
in the freezing northern breeze
a brisk walk or it is normal
to warm up your red ears
on the stove
like a flavourful dish
and never talk in any case
during family diner
fists hooked behind the back
about what is banging inside
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Pure white tablets
Clonazepam
mix it with the magical herbal medicine
clouds of rich flavourful satisfying smoke
a mixture of synthetic and natural
a forbidden concoction
offensive to the natural order of things
to our bodies
to our minds
soon to slip away
im going to mars
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC