"jollibee" poems
Nakakasawa nang mag isip ng mga salita
Para sa mga taong hindi naman nakakakita
Lahat isinisigaw sa hangin
Mga nakatago at nabubulok na damdamin
Sa kadahilanang ito, ako nalang ay kakain
Nang ang oras ay hindi na masayang pa
Buti pa sa Jollibee, bida ang saya
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
may araw ang mga patay
e paano naman
ang mga buhay?
hindi na pala uso
ang nangangaluluwa
treat or trick na
ang "in" ngayon.
tara dalawin natin ang mga
mahal nating namayapa na
kahit ang totoo
hindi na sila
mabubuhay pa.
ang sementeryo na tahanan
ng mga bangkay
pag araw ng mga patay
nagiging pugad ito ng mga lasenggo,
mandurukot, imbi't tarantado
at parang mall na rin ito ngayon
kasi kumpleto: may Dunkin, Mcdo, Jollibee
at Pizza Hut na rin.
wag kalilimutan ang
bulaklak at kandila
linis lapida, papintura
pati na ang paglilipat
ng mga buto pero tandaan
lahat ng ito may bayad
sabi nila mahirap at mayaman
lahat mamamatay din
pero kahit sa huling hantungan
hindi sila magkapantay
kasi may nasa apartment
at may nasa memorial lawn.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Where I’m From
I am from mosquito lotion
From Burt’s Bees and soft jazz.
I am from dancing with my grandfather on the wooden floor
(My feet, bare, pink with tiny toes
Stepping on his shiny shoes as we twirled.)
I am from the rainy mornings
The hiding places
Where no one thinks to look,
And I sit and wait - alone but not lonely.
I am from the indecisiveness and good humour
From the boy who owned only wooden shoes and the lady with the diamonds
I’m from forget me nots,
And the kiss me goodnights.
I’m from the hurt knees and Starry Starry Nights
With a special dedication to you
And I’ll believe in what I want to, thank you very much.
I am from the middle seat to the left of the dinner table,
Second-is-best and Jollibee.
From the comfortable silence
To the “authentic” family ghost stories.
The childhood my father gave up to be able to grow up
And support his family.
I am from the crumbly track,
Fastening sharp spikes on the bottom of my shoes,
The jumpy nerves as I approach my starting block.
From the thump of my heart, my shoes slapping the ground in a rhythm I know so well.
From the rush, the thrill of crossing that finish line.
Watching the day surrender to night, my team stands beside me.
And still I am running
On my shelf I keep a blank notebook
Waiting to be filled with secret fears, adventures and bigger-than-life dreams.
No one knows it exists.
If they find it, they’ll know I want to escape.
I am from these fitful nights,
The toss and turn but don’t wake me ups.
The wanting to be a dream catcher, not just a dream passerby.
In dreams I find no one molding me for a legacy, for a perfect GPA, for a successful future;
Complete control.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
When I was seven, I ran around the streets of Caloocan naked.
So, my neighbors would smile and wave hello and
I would wave back with my tongue. Lowkey liked the attention I was getting.
When I was nine, one of the other girls in school fought with my sister.
So, I pulled her hair. I don't understand why she started to cry though.
I just did the exact same thing she was doing to my sister.
When I was eleven, my mom told me that father was getting busy with work.
So, I had to stop going to school. Which didn't make sense to me.
I had to sell plastic in the wet market so we could eat that night.
When I was thirteen, my older brother wouldn't stop crying.
Soon, he stopped going out altogether.
And when he did, we wouldn't see him for days.
When I was fifteen, I met a cute boy.
So, we went back home together.
I started feeling sick a few weeks later. I probably just miss him.
When I was eighteen, the cute boy started acting like my older brother.
So, I worked at Jollibee. It was nice.
Except when I had to go home. The guys on the train wouldn't stop looking at me funny. Lowkey liked the attention though.
When I was nineteen, the guys on the train got curious.
It's okay. I didn't get hurt.
I asked my friends to come on the train with me always after that.
When I was twenty, a guy on the television said "Matapang na solusyon, Mabilis na aksyon."
I wanted those guys on the train gone.
So, I voted for him.
My father passed away soon after.
My brother never came home.
And the cute boy had Jesus' nail on his forehead.
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
Setyembre 2015 –
Ika-18, sa 3 Kids muling nagsalo
Si Mi ay tumanggap ng relong tulad ng kay Jo
Ika-26, sa 3 Kids parin nagkita
7 poems -7 drawings -7 fairy tales para sa binata
Ika-27, nagpa-picture sa Passi
Nag-“Teacher’s Sweet Treat” promo sa Jollibee!
-11/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*5th MiJo poem
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC