Non carbonated lime-green
Rippling motions
of landlocked wetness
Consumerism not for consumption
Photogenic,
Allergenic,
An influencer’s water type feature.
This water is not for swimming
This water is not for drinking
It is for the ducks, the fish, the algae
Differing dwelling among dwellings
Leaf colored waters
Of drake-ish duties
I’m tired of speech
Of tragic conversations,
Of hastily bitter debates.
I’m tired of forced rituals
Of dogmatic preference
Cloaked in rebukes and judgement
I’m tired of planned togetherness
Of constant compromise
And submission to imperfect authority
I’m tired
Of routines dictated by uneven sacrifice
The only change is Greek to me
Wounded fighters in stolen armor
Battles sooner lost than won.
I’m tired.
Small indulgences
Bursting into nothing
Wispy wafts of fragrant artifice
Splattering flames
Submerged in self-drowning waste
Constant flickers
Of the wagging tongue
Hot and silent
Aromatherapy
Fulfilling variants
Of diminishing sensations
Cheap meditation of
Broken seals
This little light of mine
I feed to keep alive
If I am envious of one thing,
It is the air of contentment some people have
Ensnaring the eye
Like a stupendous forested cloak
that hides them from worrisome malice
I wish to steal it
for myself
To bask in its warm gladness
Untattered illusion
Undrawn shimmering curtain
Fabric of soothing matters
Lay me down in a beautiful lie
A bed of roses among twisted thorns
For that cloak un-mourned
I’ll be wrapped in scorn-free contentment
I’ll be away from home
That cloak as green as envy
Thick and rich like siren song
It is an air more rapturous than breathing
For the imposter in need of masking,
and the child in need of hiding.
A little girl seeks understanding.
Health is wealth
And my cup overflows
Daily ritual offerings
Supplication to the body
A short tempered temple
In perpetual renovation
Swallowed strength
With determined reluctance
Drained the glass
Graceless avoidance
Patterns of neglect
Give way to convenience
Improvement by others
Gobbled good intentions
The last nail on the coffin.
Disaster has struck.
A plea never uttered.
The door slammed shut.
The stars have no fire.
If only I could look up.
Tortured by Shared Destiny.
What a Hero I turned out to be.
Confined and Forgotten,
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing but broken records of seclusion,
Nothing but promises unkept.
I am trapped.
Confined to myself.
Lying to myself.
Pathology of un-escaping,
Fearful phases,
Waxing and waning.
Carnivorous consumption
Dainty discounts
Mega deals
Monied mementos
Packaged promotions
Stubborn slow shopper
Necessary and superfluous
Transactorey, transitory, transmissible
Presents to myself
His armor hid his vulnerabilities
But his guts will rise with prominence
Praise be to bravery and honesty
Brown skinned but blood-blue.
Ill fitting to molds,
He hoarded supplies dragon-like
Scared code of honor
fair play to cross hostile lies
Carefully charging his spartan cry
Speedy precision to under rate
A battered delighted sight
of many conquering games
*inspired by my younger brother Jhef*
My mother asks,
what did you do today?
Nothing or not enough,
I brace for impact
No work, no pay
Makes me a lazy girl.
I work but don’t exercise
Exercise but bad diet
Incomplete and obese
Big brained but disappointing bod
I’m anxious about the sun
Of time ticking by
I’m too young to be any good
Too busy with wasting time
I want to be a producer
Just like that broadway play
Crafting stories not excuses
To be passionate and gay
I want a vocation, a calling
A career with adequate pay
I want to be complete
At least that what my mother would say
Kung Bawal, kailan gagawin.
Kung sabi, Wag!
Tatanong, Bakit?
Bakit hindi?
Masama ba?
Wag mag-badtrip!
Hindi ikaw, aking magulang.
Responsible naman ako.
Ano ba sayo?
Sa aking puso.
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