A Mad Desk

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  • 06:00:39 am on September 30, 2008 | 0 | # |

    ayoo naa tao?

     
  • 11:14:55 pm on March 25, 2008 | 0 | # |
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    I was

    the seed of desire.

    A hateful boon

    among life’s choices

    I had no right to decide.

    a Curse

    conceived by Nanay’s cold blood

    wrapping my face

    in a tight embrace

    as she squeezed me out

    with pure disgust.

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  • 07:11:27 am on March 25, 2008 | 0 | # |
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    The gate creaked with rusty decay.

    A nearby karaoke bar aired an array of novel songs. A ten-wheeler truck overflowing with rice sacks passed by. Clumsily assembled “tricycles” cluttered the now paved road. Always in a hurry to get to their destination. No time for slowing down. (More …)

     
  • 03:58:20 am on March 25, 2008 | 0 | # |
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    The sea stretched far beyond the horizon. A myriad of tiny diamonds, spread out between mountains and shores. Waves leaped about with glee as the sun’s rays touched their glittery guise. They whispered my name.

     

    I closed my eyes and heard the waters roar.

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  • 11:29:02 am on March 23, 2008 | 1 | # |
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    On the porch, she sat

    Alone,

    as the sun shone upon her

    a regal glow.

    Her yellow dress flowed with ease

    as it radiated shame and doubts upon

    my oversized shirt and

    lingered on the space

    around

    the insides of

    my baggy pants.

    I held out my

    Hand

    and waited for

    the touch

    that held on through

    bright skies and ice creams and

    days playing with

    puddles of mud.

    Until our feet became soddened with

    dirt and water

    and our hands,

    wrinkled with soap suds and

    still waters,

    as we try to wash in vain

    the stain of our

    childhood

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  • 09:36:32 am on March 22, 2008 | 0 | # |
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    the bridge casts shadows

    the lily that blooms in May

    you pluck the blossom,

    look pass my eyes and extend

    your hand that never touches mine.