seizure

August 16th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

cut me open
dissect this clot
feeble heartburn
thus instigated
against knowledge
against reason.
parasite-driven
it’s not my fault.
it’s not fair.
don’t infiltrate
my vulnerable system
i didnt know.
amputate all hate
set aside blame
else i slash
my stitched insides.
the breaking migraine
crushed my brain
from thinking guilt.
slaughter me,
it’s my fault.
im sorry.
seize me,
i allow you.
goodnight.

gratified

August 11th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

apterous, destitute of wings
suicide, in dire need of self-mutilation
sardonic and bitter, caught in a masquerade;
perplexed, lost in a state of mental agitation

the portrait of a forgotten nightmare
obscured by salient awakenings
addicted to indulgence unrestrained
yet exclusive of my real feelings

why the seclusion?
why the isolation?
can’t bear to give way
else the need for irrational decay

bear witness to the famous statement
"stop questioning about the content"
fear of rejection, fear of violation
seek justice from pure contentment

resuscitate me.
i commend to the maggots that feed on me.
murder by mere presence,
i seek salvation from your imperious essence.

vacuous from mind and opinion
i surrender my rationality
detachment from unwritten reality
in my despair, i am your territory.

you are.

August 8th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

standing face to face with the devil
half wanting to run away
half wanting to give in.
the tease says she’s in control
but really, she’s the toy.
being played with.
manipulated.
and yet
she lets it happen.
it’s the pain–
it’s the power–
or the lack of it
that drives her wanting for more.
hypnotized
confused
lost in a vacuum
of space enclosed.
her heart is dead.
it stopped beating.
but her head is hazed in a dream
of an empty reality
of uncontrollable desires
of deceit
of constant turmoil
of endless instability.
the manipulator has met her match–
the devil.
the punisher.
of eyes deeming with hate.
and cruelty.
and dominion.
existentialist motives
he feeds on slavery.
and apparently..so does she.
shifting between realities–
is she in control?
she holds the choice,
or so it seems.
Abuse never tasted so good.
I don’t know you.
and yet,
i already know–
all i need to know.
you are.



my sadist.

my moth

August 7th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

have we met?
seems like the first
yet i swear ive seen
those pair of wings
enlighten my being
at least once before

havent we talked?
seems like the first
yet i swear ive heard
that same creeping voice
whisper flutters to my ears
at least once before

those eyes,
those gentle, warm windows
of deep excavation..
enchant the depths of my soul–

something in those wings
that captivate my hidden emotions
of desire entrenched
of blinded passion

my moth..
carry me–
teach me to fly–
to soar, to be free
just like we did
at least once before

thanks for noticing

August 4th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

walk with me again
fool me
hurt me
make me wonder..
laugh at me
never seize to smile
those dangerous eyes
haunting my memory..
weigh me down
seek refuge in me
i will wake you up
just like you said.
scratch with claws
of undefined meanings
pulling the hair
out of my busy head–
i will rest
in peace tonight
as i close my eyes
to your recognition.

Batch song for UP Haring Ibon Batch 2007-A

July 25th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

listen to the sound of the wind
lighten the scares of your mind
if your strength seems thinned
a friend in  me you will find

voices come from trees
hear them and free your worries
as shadows dust the fallen pine
just know that everything will be fine


chorus:
ill be here for you my friend
when the light falls to an end
we’ll seek hope from fallen leaves
we’ll speak of life and all that grieves


the moon glows, emanating light
growing deeper into the night
most of us dream of a perfect world
of lapping waves and life impearled

and as the sun comes into the day
problems will come creeping in
don’t fall into deep dismay
you have me here to take you away

<repeat chorus>

~and even if the rain will fall
i’ll still be here
the trees stand tall

~and even if the rain will fall
i’ll still be here
we’ll stand through it all


<repeat chorus>

…gosh guys kayo na gumawa ng melody dahil lyrics lang ang kaya kong gawin wahehe.. -mel

my mask

July 22nd, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

it was then
i seized to exist
one mystical moment
time had stopped.
by every chance
i could run away
i dare not..
she had me
captivated–
imprisoned–
by her eyes.
by her smile.
by that gaze she gave.
she stole me.
it was then
i knew i wanted
her innocence
to slay it not..
i have lost
with no power
no will..
i feared her strength–
yet envied it
she had a place in my sky
i surrender–
my shining star
you always had me.
so i..
surrender…

“palengke”

July 8th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

bahay na bato
sa biak na bato
nakapulot ako ng piso.

pobreng galante
bayad muna bago baba
baka ka madapa.

maka puno, uhaw na uhaw
pagdating ay di maubos.
natawa ang bastos.

‘gitarang maliit lang ale,
di kasya ang kandila.’
sunog ay nakakasawa.

basta’t may usok pa..
basta’t kulay pula
mayroon pang ligaya..

maliit na pamaypay
nauubos ang pasensiya
kulang na ang aking pera

gulay gulay
para sa patay
piso’y di sapat

alas ocho na
tangena–
tara’t makauwi na

palengke, palengke
isang kanto sa tabi
wala nakong masabi.

poetic justice

July 5th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

my arm is falling off–
but it’s okay..
the wind is here
and the footsteps,
they’re almost gone.

kill the ants!! (kill the freakin ants that keep on biting my precious skin!)

June 24th, 2007 by whomadeabooboo

Everything is melancholy, silent and still
yet i can’t even begin to describe this thrill
a certain kind of emotion that i’ve never felt before–
something that tells me you weren’t just a whore

you are the exact opposite of what i’d imagined you to be–
you’re just a wilting flower eclipsed by a dying tree
a piece of the soil smothered by the storm
a beautiful sculpture slowly losing its form

what essence did you ever have to fit the description?
perhaps just the sympathy for 7th abomination
how could you possibly ever ever be enough
when you know in your heart it was nothing but bluff

vain, shallow, narrow-minded you
grids in collisions at whatever you do
somnambulism in parallel dimensions
dementia of self-appraisal and visions

please don’t question his apostasy
there’s someone better and you know it’s me
you and I, nuanced to the nth level
GO ON AND HIT YOUR HEAD WITH A SHOVEL!!

waves of Jupiter, fallen snow
spare me and tell the wind to blow
too bad for you, you’ve lost your tea
and now i’m drinking the best cup of coffee..!