What am I to you, I wonder?
No, no. Don’t ask that question. Never.
I might not like the answer.
Archive for September, 2008
Question
Posted in Fragments of Fiction, tagged daglit, flash on September 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Cruel Bystander
Posted in Narratives of the Mundane, tagged bystander, love quarrel, observer on September 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m a cruel bystander reporting from the field.
A girl and a boy on a love fight approaches my line of sight from down the dim-lighted street. I stare and steal my senses away from listening keenly for the rumbling sound of a jeep, might bend right around the corner now, anytime.
Sounds of anguish. One female, [...]
The roles I have to play
Posted in Narratives of the Mundane, tagged friend on September 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Time runs. Quickly, it seems, when you have too much to do, too many things to think and worry about. Slow as a snail when you are waiting for something to happen, hoping to get swept up and away from the life you know, or perhaps, even for a little turbulence in the midst of [...]
Music Feature: World on Fire
Posted in Advocacy, Musika ay buhay rin, tagged famine, music, poverty, sarah mclachlan, wealth, world on fire on September 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You’re not alone in this story’s pages
Night has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I try to hold it in, yeah I try to hold it in
[Chorus]
The world’s on fire and
It’s more than I can handle
I’ll tap into the water
(I try to pull my [...]
Sigh
Posted in Narratives of the Mundane, tagged rambling on September 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Half hour to midnight and four minutes till log out, well, at least that’s what the download bar dictates.
It’s freaking cold.
Tomorrow is another day to wake up to with aching limbs and fatigued flesh.
How much wishing would it take to cancel tomorrow’s classes?
I want this semester to end.
I feel tired and weary, like I just [...]
I Carry You
Posted in Attempts at Poesie, Fragments of Fiction, tagged death, loss, story, tale, verse on September 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I carry you in my coat pocket
in a zip lock bag I bought at the market
two weeks past
when mother phoned me to say
how sorry things are
and she wanted me to fly over
come home
I said things have always been
sorry as I scanned the rows
of plastic and cellophane
hating the smell of synthetic
that has always provoked my asthma
I [...]
