"tag" poems
I want to beat you to death with a blunt object.
I want to grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in.
I want to sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead ends in your mouth, and punch the erasers.
I want to strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake.
I want to burn your dog in front of you, mix his ashes with gunpowder, melt his bone-shaped name tag into a small metal ball, load it all into a musket, and shoot you in the face with him.
I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and then somehow not survive a small fender ****** on the way back from the hospital.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
“Mahirap na daw turuan ng bagong laro ang matandang aso”, siguro nga totoo ito. Pero may mga bagay na nalalaman ang matandang aso na hindi alam ng mga kabataan ngayon. Alam ng matandang aso ang sagot sa maraming talinghaga at hiwaga na taglay ng buhay. Nakita n’ya ang mga paliwanag na nagbibigay ng liwanag; nakita n’ya ang mga katotohanan at kasinungalingan na nasa pagitan ng mga sulok-sulok ng buhay. Alam n’ya na hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto, na hindi porke kalmada ang dagat ay wala nang darating na unos. Hindi ibig sabihin na kapag komokak ang palaka ay tag-ulan na. Alam n’ya na ang kamatayan ay hindi talaga kasawian kundi isang bagong yugto, isang bagong pagsisimula at isang bagong anyo ng buhay.
Alam ng matandang aso ang pagkakaiba nang tunay na umiibig sa nalilibugan lang. kaya natatawa s’ya kapag nakikita ang mga kabataan na inaabuso ang salitang “pagibig”. Mahina na ang katawan ng matandang aso subalit nananatiling malakas ang kanyang isip; malabo na ang kanyang mga mata pero malinaw parin ang kanyang puso at pandama. Marami na s’yang naisulat at marami na s’yang binigkas na mga talumpati, alam n’yang hindi lahat ng nagbabasa at nakikinig ay natututo. Marami sa kanila ay nananatiling mga ungas at gago. Alam n’ya na ang karunungan ay hindi agad-agad na tinatanggap ng mga hanagal na nakikinig, na hindi ang talumpati at panulat ang talagang nagmumulat kundi ang mga karanasan at mga pinagdadaanan.
Malalim na ang gabi pagod at inaantok na ang matandang aso pero hindi s’ya makatulog. Dahil alam n’ya na sa bawat pagkahimbing ay laging may naka-abang na bangungot. Na ang bawat bukang-liwayway ay hindi laging may dalang pag-asa. Na, ang maghapon madalas ay isang tanikala na iyong kailangan na hatakin. Hindi naging masaya subalit hindi rin naman naging malungkot ang buhay ng matandang aso, pero hindi s’ya nanghihinayang sapagkat alam n’ya ang ibig sabihin ng kasabihan na “ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw ka minsan naman nasa ilalim ka”.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
What do you know of war?
First person shooter
Simulated gun fire
computerized blood splatter
What do you know of war?
Tag team alliance
Kids slaying kids
for virtual dollars
What do i know of war?
I saw the carnage
Devastation, the horrors
The smell of death
What do i know of war?
The pain haunts me
every day
every hour
It NEVER goes away!
War ain't no game, bro!
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Ngayong nagdaan na ang isang linggong malamig at maulan,
Nagpakita na ang araw, mainit at maliwanag.
Alam kong dapat masaya ako pero
Paano ako sasaya kung ikaw lang lagi ang naaalala ko?
Naiinis ako sa araw, pinapaalala niya ang mga nagdaang linggo,
Mga linggong magkausap tayo tungkol sa kahit ano.
Mga linggong nakakapagod pero napapawi mo.
Mga linggong wala akong maisagot sa papel ko
Pero bigla ka nalang papasok sa isip ko,
Kasama ng mga sagot na hinahanap ko.
Ngunit ngayon, naiisip ko, ano nga ba ang pinagkaiba?
Kahit noong tag-ulan, naaalala pa rin kita.
Naaalala ko kung paano kita sinasabihang mag-iingat ka
At kung paano kita pinaiyak dahil sa isang sala.
Naaalala ko rin kung paano mo ako iniwan
At kung paano kita hinayaan.
Kaya ngayong wala ka na, wala akong magawa
Kundi mainis sa lahat ng bagay na nagpapaalala
Hindi sa'yo, kundi sa aking mga nagawa
Para umalis ka at iwanan mo akong mag-isa.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
my mother has blue eyes
but I'm still a ******
my mother has blonde hair
but I'm still a ******
my daddy is black as night
but I'm still a *******
my daddy has ***** curls
but I'm still a *******
I call this hash tag the struggle
because to be biracial is nothing
more
because to be biracial is nothing
less
than a struggle
to find who I am
to find who I should be
to find who I'm supposed to be
i really wish they were the same person
i really wish you understood hash tag the struggle
but you don't
and you won't
so stop telling me about my
good hair
and stop telling about my high
yellow skin
and stop telling me my parents have the fever
and stop staring at me when I
walk in
and stop trying to guess which parent is black
and stop trying to guess which parent is spanish
No
I'm not Spanish.
No
I don't speak Spanish.
No
You CANNOT touch my hair
Yes, my nose is in the air
Of course I think I'm the ****
Because I live my life trying to be better than women who are dark skinned ...with something I was born with
...out of my control
Of course I try to flaunt my plush lips around the white girls who get botox
who then become the have nots because I've stolen all the brothas hearts from the city and the boondocks
See you don't even know me
but you think these are my goals
see I call this hash tag the struggle because nobody understands the trouble in being whole
when you're given two halves
that don't match to patch up one soul
and you're born into a ****** up mess still expected to know
and they tell you to ignore them all
be yourself
race should not define you
but I can't even fill out two ******* boxes on a standardized test
because you are only allowed to check ONE to describe you
hash tag
TheStruggle
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
Hi there.
Sometimes it hurts to think.
I'm driving around in my hometown
I saw this old park that me and my friends would run and laugh and play at all the time.
We played cops and robbers
Lava Monster
Freeze tag
We acted like knights in strong armor and princesses with glittery dresses and we all slayed the dragons
Well now here I am staring at this old swing set that no one swings on anymore.
I used to think that I could touch the clouds with my feet if I swung high enough.
There is something so lively about a group of kids laughing and playing on a playground.
There is something so eerie about an old empty playground where no one goes.
That playground used to be so alive.
Now the swing creaks as it sways in the slight breeze.
You can almost hear faint whispers of the kids laughing from years before.
Now all those kids are adults with lives and responsibilities that are much more important than slaying a dragon.
The wood has splinters that get stuck in your fingers.
It is not shiny and fun anymore.
It used to be new
But I have found that everything changes eventually.
I wish people didn't leave so unexpectedly.
Anyways I am just rambling
but next time you see a playground
just try to look away.
it hurts to think too long
Bye.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Sa tag-init tayo nagkatagpo dala ang uhaw
nais mapawi ang pagkatuyot sa tag-araw
mga lalamunang di nadadaluyan
hanap ay tubig, mga umiibig sa lamig
sa daloy ng awit ng mga Ipil
at sa mga aalalang nabuo
sa bawat paglagok, sa bawat isa
mga alaalang nabuo sa tag-araw.
alaala pa ang pagpalakpak ng mga dahon
minsan lang masiyahan sa pagpapalit-panaog
ng tag-araw at tag-ulan
panga-pangakong binuo sa ilalim ng araw
pinagdarasal ng mga kahapon
di pa rin nalilimot,
mga tuyong ugat ng mga pusong sawi
sa pag-ibig na tubig sa tag-init
minsan lang magkaniig
dahil ikaw at ako ay minsan ng nanirahan dito
bumuo ng mga alaaalang impit na itinago
sa ilalim ng mga punong saksi sa mga uhaw na puso,
sa marahang pag-indayog ng mga dahong maririkit
sa bawat pag-ihip ng hanging mainit
sa katawang binalot ng mga sala
at sa bawat pagbabalik sa alaala
ikaw pa rin ang tanging nakikita
sa bawat paglampas ng liwanag
sa maririkit na butas ng kahapong
sa ilalim ng ipil nakatago
Heto na naman ang tag-init
hudyat ay muling pag-udyok
sa uhaw na pusong may pangangailangan
tuyot ang daloy sa bawat paghinga
sa bawat pag-ihip kulang ang haplos
bawat hagod ay paos.
Alaala ka sa mga sinag ng araw
umaalpas sa mga dahon ng ipil
mga hapong napawi ang init ng tag-araw
nakakulong pa rin sa mga alaala
sa ilalim ng punong puno ng pagmamahal
sa kahapon at ako na di pa rin nagsasawa
sa ilalim ng mga Ipil
maghihintay sayo
Sa Ilalim ng mga Ipil
Michael Joseph Aguilar Tapit
04/11/2016
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
**You're a sight for sore eyes
Been blinded by the light
Too many times**
Waves upon waves
Of color changing iconic notions
Fueled up emotions and sad faces
Shadows and shapes shining bright
At the height of the modern age
**A different way to accentuate the names we put inside our minds
Digital rhymes change the journey we travel**
When it unravels, we share, post and tag
A lag and we're lost in the dim lights of what we do next
Shifting through pages of endless faces, words and updates
**Times alienate the importance of touch
Yet the ignorance has a much higher impact
Than the influence of how to overreact**
Observe this society....
Is this how our lives were meant to be,
Staring at phones and computer screens?
**** this technology**, for taking you away from me
Taking moms from children and dads from jobs
Making every other relationship lose trust and feel wrong
**** this technology for what it does to me**
What it does to you, to society.
**** this technology, but don't you dare try to take my phone from me.**
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
My childhood was sunshine,
summer days,
pool,
book,
trees,
It was yellow dandelion, carpet lawn
and endless blue and green
as far as I could see
standing on my tiptoes
on a swing in the backyard
jumping down onto smooth soft summer grass
in the flat calm ivy-colored sea
It was stars on the night sky
like stars on my ceiling,
hair floating up around me with my dreams,
pulling me out the open window
into air,
into indigo,
into midnight blue, nail-polish painted sky
on the sweet-smelling cedar easel,
in the dark room,
where I come sometimes
to touch the beginning with butterfly-soft fingers
My childhood was hide and seek,
shut up in closets,
smiling,
laughing,
giggling,
yelling tag you’re it,
as it touched board game movers
and pushed them
one
two
three
around boards colored like rainbows
that I rode around the world
and into the universe
Now my childhood is two yellow foam blocks
asking me,
“Why?”
“Where?”
but I don’t know why it’s gone
or where it’s gone to,
all I know is that I’m not ready,
but here I come
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Yes, it's seemingly a nonsensical rhetorical question, but, for that precise reason, it will illustrate a lesson, if you so desire to tag along for this short session.
Per Wikipedia, "The horse (Equus ferus caballus) is one of two extant subspecies of Equus ferus. It is an odd-toed ungulate mammal belonging to the taxonomic family Equidae." Hmmm... I much prefer that the horse goes "Nay," eats hay, has a mane, and is ridden by cowboys, cowgirls, Indians, equestrians, knights, jockeys, conquistadors, Mongols, and all. Even better, just point a horse out or otherwise show a picture to a kid and they will never be mistaken again. Even the littlest ones will never be stumped when faced with a rhino, tiger, giraffe, camel, and such.
Admittedly, there is a worry that we could be fooled with that of a donkey or mule. How come no one has taken advantage of this?! What a scam to get us rich! "Duh doy," you say, cause we all know when we see a horse, so why would anyone try to trick us with an *** Well I ask you in turn, why does anyone try to trick us with good art versus bad, let alone art versus crap? How could anyone fall for that?!
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
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Tag-ulan
Umuulan ng alaala
Nagpaparamdam ang pag-ibig,
Siyang pag-ibig na naantala,
Pag-ibig na ikaw mismo ang kumitil.
Taglamig
Lumalamig maging mga kamay,
Nais kang basahin,
Sa mga linyang walang umaagapay.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
Minsan sa buhay natin,
kahit alam natin na tag-araw,
may iilang ambon o ulan na sa buhay nati'y dadalaw.
Sa pagdating at sa pagbuhos ng ulan,
May ilan naghahanap na punong masisilungan,
ngunit di katagalan - sila'y mababasa't tuluyang mauulanan,
pagkat di kaya ng mga sanga't dahon na saluin ang buhos ng ulan.
May mga nakahandang armas na payong naman ang iba,
ngunit mababasa naman ang kanilang mga binti't paa,
na kung minsan sinasabayan ng malakas na hangin,
na ang mga payong nila'y kayang liparin o sirain.
Ang iba nama'y sa pagbuhos ng ulan - nagagalak,
may parang lasenggerong tumitingala, sinasalo, sumashot na parang alak,
may mga batang masayang naglalaro habang naliligo,
na kung minsan nagtatampisaw sa mga inaipong ulan sa estero.
Kung ako ang 'yong tatanungin, ang ulan nakatalaga sa bawat tao,
Na kahit anong iwas mo - darating at darating ito sayo.
ang mga patak nito'y sadyang maliliit -
kapag ito'y patuloy na bumuhos, kung minsan ito'y mabigat at masakit.
Kaya ang tanong ko sayo aking kapatid,
Saan ka dito sa aking mga nabanggit?
Na sa unang pagpatak ng ulan sa iyong bumbunan,
Ano ang iyong gagawin at naiisip na paraan?
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Para lang sa tabi,
Manong, ako'y may nakalimutan,
Pakitabi na lang sa tindahan ni aleng bebang.
Araw araw ikaw'y lagi sinusulyapan.
Sa likod mo ako'y lagi nagaabang.
Isang lingon mo lang araw ko'y nagkakakulay.
Isa kang bituin sa kalawakang walang ningning.
Komersyal sa tV na puro drama ang naririnig.
Hangin malamig sa tag-araw na sobrang init.
kaya para lang sa tabi,
Manong, ako'y may nakalimutan.
Pakitabi na lang sa tindhan ni aleng bebang.
"Iha, ano bang nakalimutan mo?" tanung ni Manong
"Puso ko po 'nong!" sagot ko.
Ako'y bumaba sa jeepney,
Tumakbo at ikaw ay hinanap,
Nakita ka ako'y bigla sumaya.
"Hoy, ikaw ibalik mo ang kinuha mo?" sabi ko.
Ngtaka at napakamot ka sa iyo ulo.
"Miss, nagkakamali ka ata." sagot mo habang ngumingiti sa akin.
"Paano ako magkakamali sa tao kumuha ng puso ko".
Ikaw'y ngumiti at ako'y nsilaw.
Doon ngsimula ang istorya natin dalawa,
na noon'y pinangarap-ngarap ko lamang.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
Malapit na ang aking kaarawan , Subalit puno parin nang lungkot ang aking sistema,
Ako nga ba ay nababahala sa nangyayari sa eksena , o sadyang di ko lang mapigilan ang naririnig sa aking mga tainga,
Nakarinig ako ng isang malungkot na kanta , tugmang-tugma sa tema,
Dala ang lungkot at sakit sa aking mga nadarama, titigil pa kaya ang pagiisip na patuloy lumalala , o magkukunwari nalang sa bawat araw na gusto ko nalang matapos na .
Magpapasaya parin ba ako ng maraming tao , para lang itago itong nararamdaman ko , o ilalabas ko ito kahit napakahirap at baka pagtawanan nyo pa ko.
Sa bawat ngiti ko na naipamamalas ay isang puntos o paraan para lumigaya ako kahit kaunti ,
Sa pagtahimik ko nagmamasid lang ako sa paligid , dahil takot akong magbigay opinyon , at baka ako'y paulananan ng masasakit na Salita na uukit sa aking kaluluwa hindi lang sa balat , hanggang sa tuluyan na nga akong dalhin ng aking isip ,
Kung saan ang dulo at solusyon ay kamatayan.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
a flawless poem
if such there were,
will always be,
the next one
my poor soul,
my rag tag heart
has no censor,
so careless, reckless,
as if words were but
frivolous treasures,
easy spent, easy get
if only, how I wish I
could harvest my best,
with golden cutlery excise
the single flawless poem,
that I know in my possess
lay down this hand so weary
from cupping tears,
be satisfied at long last,
so much so,
that my casket lowered,
hands in repose companioned,
clutching his best, easing his rest,
a paper record to join his ash,
his flawless poem,
at long last
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
Sinubukan kong bihisan ng titik at tugma
Ang ilang mga bagay-bagay na iiwan ko
Sa'yo sa oras na pumailanlang na ang diwa
Ng aking mga tula. Ngunit gaya ng dati,
Unos na dumatal ang aking luha, linunod
Nito ang mga kataga, muling nabalot ng
Hiwaga ang bawat saknong na dapat sana'y
Malaon nang yumabong sa iyong pang-unawa.
Gayun pa man, manatili kang manampalataya
Sa kahulugan ng kawalang kahulugan ng daigdig
Na ito. At nawa, sa pagpagpag mo sa tarangkahan ng
Kahapon, buong pagpupugay **** idambana
Ang paulit-ulit ng siklo at sigwa ng ating pag-ibig.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
If you'd been here
When I was young,
You'd not forget
What we'd have done.
We'd climb roofs,
Jump in the river,
****** neighbour's pears,
Then skedaddle,
Laughing with sweat-matted hair,
Wiping off those grown-up cares.
We'd bumper-jump in four inch snow,
And never let our parents know.
Oh, such fun we two would do,
If I could stay as young as you.
We'd skate and bike,
Play street ball,
Act up in school,
Stand in the hall;
We'd hike with jars
Along country brooks,
Read and trade
Our comic books.
Lie in the sand,
Burn in the sun,
Forgetting it was time for home.
We'd never tire of our treats,
And often we'd forget to eat
Because we're having all our fun:
If you'd been here when I was young.
We'd play Tag and Red Rover,
Flags and Chase,
Then have sleep-overs.
We'd swap tomorrow
For daily pearls,
Then swap each other
For pretty girls.
We'd be up to our shenanigans,
Sleep the sleep,
Then start again.
This is the way
We'd have our fun,
If you'd been here
When I was young.
But now you're here,
And I'm much older,
The things we'd do
You'll do with others;
But when you need a boost to climb,
This old man has a shoulder.
Yes,
I'll sure have lots of fun,
For you're here now.
That keeps me young.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
I walked in
all young and awkward and kindred spirit-less
with a name tag that read
in black marker with my bad penmanship
that only comes on your first day of a new place.
I walked in
and a nameless face greeted me
strange as he was
and asked if my name was Strawberry.
"It sure looks like it, doesn't it?"
I replied courteously.
And so they called me that.
I walked in
months later
to my first weekend with people like me.
and I liked it.
and they all called me Strawberry.
I walked in
on several different occasions
and I grew into my name
as a plant will grow to whatever container
you put it in.
and so people loved me.
I walked in
with an air of summer
an air of sweetness and bitterness and
****
but they still loved me
even more.
I don't know what I will do
when I walk in
my first day as an adult
and they ask me what my name is.
I could tell them "Strawberry,"
but they would laugh.
Adults do not understand
the sweetness and the bitterness
the ****
as only kindred spirits can.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
Siya ay parang ulan
Kay tagal **** hinintay
Sa panahon ng tag init,
Na sa pag dating nito
Ay maiibsan ang sakit
Na dala ng sunog
Sa iyong katawan.
Na dala ng init
Na nang gagaling sa kaniyang mga halik.
Tandaan mo, siya din ang sumunog sa iyong dibdib
Pero siya padin ang iyong hinihimig.
Eto ka nanaman, nakatayo sa kalagitnaan ng bagyo.
Nakayuko, sinasalo ang bawat patak ng ulan.
Umaasang na siya'y iyong mahahawakan.
Pero wag kang magpaka tanga.
Siya ay tubig, lumulusot sa mga singit ng iyong mga daliri. At humahaplos sa bawat sulok ng iyong mga sanga. Pinararamdam kung anong piling ng kasama siya.
Sige, pwede kang umiyak, walang makaka halata, sa bawat pag bagsak ng mga luha na nanggagaling sa iyong mga mata. Iyak lang ng iyak. Maghihintay ako sa iyong pagtahan
Pero tandaan mo, wala kang karapatan magselos. Kase hindi mo naman siya pagaari,
Siya ay pangpataba ng lupa.
Wag kang maging hadlang,
Sa pagtubo ng mga bunga ng kanilang pag mamahalan.
Pero wag kang magalala.
Hindi ko ba nasabi sa iyo
Na ikay isang puno,
Na paparating na ang tag sibon.
At ngayon mo lang mapagtatanto
Na sa kabila ng lahat ng ito, siya ay nasa tabi mo lang, patuloy na binubulong sa iyong mga tenga,
"Mahal, nadito lang ako. Akap akap ang iyong mga braso. Hinding hindi ako kailanman maglalaho"
"Halika tayo'y muling mag simula."
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
If Success was Happiness
Then achievers would be glad
But look around and you will find
That many of them are sad
Of course, Achievement gives joy
And excitement, oh boy!
But when our need becomes our greed
To misery, this will lead
The whole world is chasing Success
Everyone wants achievement
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
There is no Contentment
Why do people want to succeed?
Why is everyone in a race?
The Truth is that we want to win
So that there is a smile on our face
But though we win, we are not glad
We have money, why are we sad?
Happiness is not money, the sages said
It's sleeping soundly when you are in bed
We hear of suicides in the homes of the rich
If they were Happy, then why this glitch?
Although they are achievers, this fact we know
They are not Happy, their face has no glow
If successful, but unhappy, what is the use?
Winning or smiling, what would you choose?
The purpose of Success is for us to be glad
What is the use of winning, if it makes us sad?
Happiness is something different, we learn
Not just money that we earn and burn
Happiness is built on a foundation of peace
Then we are blissful like waves in the seas
Look around at the people who are glad
They live in the moment, they are never sad
They don't swing from the future to the past
They are the ones whose Happiness lasts
Happiness has no price tag, know this my friend
It's a state of mind where nothing can offend
It's being able to smile, and able to laugh
Not just trying to raise our Success graph
We can't measure joy in dollar and pound
Happy is he who peace has found
Though we may fly the world around
We may be miserable on the ground
Success is not Happiness, this Truth we must know
We may have everything, what's the use of this show?
The truly successful one is he
Who lives with smile, laughter, and glee
If one is Happy, then one has achieved all
One doesn't have to be rich and in fame be tall
One can have little, but if content is he
Then he can live joyously
Achievement gives Happiness, this fact we know
But with Fulfilment and Contentment, does Happiness grow
One who is Happy, doesn't need to win
He has Peace and Joy without committing sin
Joy doesn't need a foundation of cash
One doesn't have to be rich, to enjoy life's bash
Happiness is a simple state of the mind
It comes from being loving, it comes from being Kind
Happiness is Success. It is achieving life's goal
It is being Happy in the heart, Peaceful in the Soul
True Happiness is eternal, not just a moment of joy
It last's forever, it can’t be destroyed
Success is a journey of valleys and peaks
Life is a see-saw, there are laughs and squeaks
Success, unlike Happiness, doesn't last for long
But the truly Happy ones always sing a Happy song
So, Success is not Happiness, Happiness is Success
You may be an achiever, whose heart is not at rest
But though not successful, if Happy you are
Then you are an achiever, you are the very best
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
HOT WHEELS.
I went from broke to buying a Lamborghini,
Price tag not so teeny,
Sleek and black, for my driving academy,
Or should I buy the red Ferrari?
Command a salesman to "comprare"?
Wouldn't he be a happy chappy?
But would it make me happy?
I could be buying loads of stuff,
But when you're old, you've got enough!
To me, consumerism is in vain,
My peaceful simple life in the slow lane.
So, today I did not buy the red Ferrari,
Or indeed the sleek Lamborghini,
There was no Hot Wheels Driving School,
Consumerism as a manipulative tool.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
I threw out his socks today.
Those ******* socks.
Long Black Nike Socks that went up to his calves.
Long Black Nike Socks that he wore with his Two Hundred Dollar
French Raw Denim Jeans because he needed the Short Black Nike Socks
To wear to work with his Khaki Dickies Shorts.
Black Nike Socks that he reminded me for months he "needed"
For his birthday in order to function properly.
Black Nike Socks that didn't cost enough to be considered
A sufficient birthday gift,
Along with some other cute things (I thought),
Including a homemade coupon for dinner at
Any restaurant of his choice.
Short Black Nike Socks whose thirty-dollar price tag
Wasn't quite up to par with the forty-dollar
Concert ticket his obviously-better-than-me friend had
So benevolently bought him.
Those ******* socks.
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
Lupa't langit ay nakahanay
Tila'y magkarugtong parang itong buhay
Hindi tala sa ibabaw ang magpapailaw sa gabi o ang araw sa ibayo at silangan
Dagat ng dugo, ang luha'y umaagos
ang alon at ang simoy nito ay ang siphayo
Lahat ng ito ay mukha ng buhay na nakalutang
Ang buhangin ay hindi sa bulag
Sa mga mata ito ay puwing
Mga alikabok at abo
ng pangarap na durog at pira-piraso
Iikot ang mundo sa kandilang nakasindi
Kung pagmasdan parang alitaptap
Kahulugan nito'y munti
sinag niyang katiting
Sa tag -araw ay uulan
ng mga butil na panalangin
Marami gayunpaman hindi kasangguni sa panahong yaon
Babagyo't babaha rin ang mga daanan at tulay
Hinagpis ni Inang, hagupit ng kalikasan ay katuwang
Lunurin ang pagmamahal, ang sidhi niya'y damhin
Dadalhin sa sementeryo
at ang lagusan nito ay walang himig
Awitin sa ilalim ng kabaong nakahimlay na walang tinig
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
The past
It's always on my mind
The grassy backyard I grew up in
This and that-memories of
Halloween, rabbits, fall, you.
All the things that pass in time.
I pick up this notion that
One may recall what happened to
Them when they were a young kid.
The balloons touching the ceiling of
My pre-school, the quiet time when
We supposedly slept but never did.
Like the color yellow, how I loved it,
The '89 earthquake, being shocked by it.
Songs in Kindergarten. Art, pictures, music.
Summer camp, exploring the wild, love, light,
And wind. I remember my brother
And I playing tag as the sun went
Down in the first house I moved in.
Running along the fields in the day,
Swimming, or memories of the
Tumbleweeds performance,
Being In the play.
All of the times I would always
Watch the sun on the swing as it rose
In the morning. I remember the vast
Wheat fields, a sense of calm quiet,
As if there were no place more peaceful.
Climbing my favorite pine tree in my back yard.
But one thing I remember more than ever
Was being on a field of my own.
The sky is filled with clouds always
Floating off like they
Were from an endless world of tranquility,
This warm sun, this was and-I forever remember
It to be-my one true home.
But that is another story...
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC