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#681 Mr.Monday

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Posted 10 June 2015 - 01:22 PM

DO NOT READ BEFORE DINNER (or Lunch, or Breakfast... or any time during food intake for that matter)

 

I am not a sporty person. Yes, I do swim laps, and run and joined a couple of marathon or two here, but generally I am not a sporty person. I realized that when in my Elementary days, I joined the track and field but lost all my runs. They entered me as a shot-putter but I was too skinny. I tried high jump and long jump, both failed. In my adult life i found ways to slink off my colleagues football invitations (it's big here in SG), and even if I'm standing 5'10, I'm useless in basketball. I dunno why but I guess I'm not giving my all, I'm always playing safe. Afraid to be injured.

I remember my high school classmate breaking his arm in one of of our basketball game. It was so bad that his arms have to be casted away.

And when you have a broken arm, there aren't many choices for you in your life. You wipe your ass and you put the food in your mouth with the same hand, same fingers, and same fingernails.

I can just imagine how he washes his ass with a single hand.

You know how most of us isn't contented with just a wipe of a tissue. Wipe and Go never work out for me. I never feel clean without the feel of soap and water in my ass after taking a dump.  It's kind of hard with me if I go with one hand. Like I said, it's a process so I need the other hand to pour the water and then the other hand to wash the poos away from the hole. It's similar to the union of body and soul: The union of left and right hand, soap, lather, pour, rinse, smile. It's not a big deal if I smile after I take a dump, it's self-fulfillment after all.

I just can't sleep thinking about it, so tonight, I tried washing with only my right hand. No I didn't take a dump, I just tried washing. First, I wet my hand and bubble it up with soap. Then gently soap my ass with my bubble hand. Afterwards I pour water slowly, wash it up, pour again, wash, and pour water again, until the soapy slippery feeling is no more.

But.... What will happen if there is  s@%t clogging at the entry of your assh*le? That's where the trouble begins. You have to scrape it especially if its a sticker type of dump, because there IS actually no way that you could shake that off even if you get jiggy or wiggly with it. And even if you furiously tried doing that hole thing, like you make it blink or something (just like what the chicks -- chicken offspring, animal, fowl, et. al, get the picture?-- do when you blow their bottoms, it's like MOMOMOMOM kind of movement, like it's blinking)  there's no way that you could make tiny piece of s@%t drop.

So you have to scrape it. With two or three of your fingers. With your yet to be un-clipped fingernails.

So after you scrape it, you again go back to process of taking the soap, lather, pour, wash, so and so and so, and it's tiring for a single-handed person, don't you think? And at the end of the day you still have to eat with one hand. Yes, there are utensils, but what are you gonna do if you're eating shrimp or a very bony bangus?

So every time you meet a one-arm-casted-person. Be wary on shaking their hands.

Also, for some reason this post that was meant to be a lamentation about my lack of sporting abilities, somehow transmuted on a rant about s@%t. I hate writing free-flow, I should practice drafting my entries first.



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Posted 12 June 2015 - 12:57 AM

A while back

There was one

Uttering lines

 

And gone aback

Like a waft

Of drop

 

Now ---

you’re back,

And it’s like

things had

drawn a blank

 

It means

everything

has a bit

forgotten

 

To thee

frisky bee

 

 

moonflower

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Posted 22 June 2015 - 01:24 PM

Something weird happened just now. I was drafting a gloomy post in relation to this gloomy picture I took and wanted to call it “This way to Gotham”. It is a story on how I finally got the time to go back to this forlorn street after weeks of self imposed reasons like I’m too busy and the bus stop is too far, or what to do after, or the street is too mainstream for “dark theme photography” (is there such a thing?) but in between drafting, I was chatting with a friend about the good life in Singapore. beaches we’ve been to, bitches we met, that pacman shoes we saw online, how the colors change when you squint one eye and more trivial but happy matters. I was  typing and tagging interesting snippets and words because it i think it was funny and would make a good blogging material sometime in the future. I didn’t realize I was mixing two thoughts at the same time. Anyhoo, this is what  came out and  thought I’d arrange them like this to look like a poem or something.

 

Lets forget about
the stock market
or ruling the world
for the meanwhile
and appreciate
a glass of cold water
soft pillows
and a pleasant smile

Let's be amazed
with the fact
that the yellow sun rises
and not fuss about
promotions, 3 day sales
and winning Nobel prizes

Let's not worry
where the human race is headed
or if you will pass
tomorrows test
We can't win the universe
some times "good enough"
is better than "best"

Stop chasing for that
millionaire husband
or beauty queen wife
talk to your dog
buy ice cream
eat cake
and see the sparkle
in a simple kind of life.

 

So yeah, there. My Lame  Attempt on Poetry

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Posted 23 June 2015 - 02:24 AM

Give me some lines

Of thoughts to write

So I can describe

How I feel tonight

 

But it seems

One has run out

of words to write

 

 Better yet to wait

Until daylight

 

 Till then, quiescent

 

2:22 am

 

 



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Posted 02 July 2015 - 12:39 PM

#Nagaalburotong...

 

‘Di mo naman

kailangan

ipadama ang

“ silent treatment”

para ma-miss ka

 

Ikaw pa rin naman

ang natatangi

ano pa man

ang mangyari

 

Alam mo naman

kung gaano ka

kaimportante lalo

na sa pandinig ko

mahal kong headset!

 

 

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Posted 17 July 2015 - 07:47 AM

'I love these shoes..how much?' He asked. '6k' the saleslady replied and he looked at me sheepishly and mopy and i said' sure..maybe on your birthday?'. He smiled and handed back the doc martens.I looked at my old new balance sneakers that had witnessed floods and trekked Mindanao's ravines, now on its 3rd birthday and here i am accompanying him window shopping for shoes.

We sat at Leching's and ordered the usual and i pondered on how to tell him that i can't afford his shoes. He would always give this derogatory remark saying he can't afford buy it because he works in a callcenter. Yet somehow he has selective memory on who, actually pays the rent and bills. I explained to him how expensive it is to pay for everything and he frowned like a spoiled brat and chews his food evenly.
It's hopeless.

I created a monster, oh yeah he was always the monster, just only now it magnified. And he never pays for anything, not even dinner. I wish he'd stop to see my shoes, i did bought him 3 pairs. He never stop to check on my shoes.

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Posted 24 July 2015 - 01:21 AM

An example of cinquain lines

 

Armin Van Buuren

Sublime, marvelous

A perpetuous dreamer

Exalted,  an intellectual artist

Virtuosic

 

 

moonflower

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Posted 28 July 2015 - 02:55 PM

An Inconvenient Truth

Pinulot kong isa-isa
mga naiwan mong ala-ala, at doon aking hinimay
mga pangarap na gutay-gutay
tulad ng pagsuyong iyo nang inihimlay.
May sasakit pa ba?
sa pag-iisa, sa pagtanaw sa papalubog na araw?
na di na muling sisikat pa
tulad ng pagkakataong mahalin ka pa.
Oo, babalik ako sa ating tagpuan
sa mga hindi natapos na nasimulan, inabot ng tag-tuyot
at muling tag-ulan
tulad ng pusong ngayo'y nakatiwangwang.
Walang sasagip sa'king pagkalunod
sa ilog ng luha at delubyo na dulot ng iyong pag-irog
kung sakali ma't ako'y ianod
hayaan mong sa iyong pampang tuluyang madurog.

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Posted 07 August 2015 - 02:49 PM

Muni Muni

 

Kagandahang inukit ng isang magaling na iskultor.

Nakatayo sa isang madilim na mundo.

Pumipintig ang buhay sa sinapupunan.

Takot ang bumabalot sa dibdib.

Walang lakas.

Tigmak sa luha.

Sa gitna ng dilim, kikislap ang patalim.

Isang guhit ng balaraw sa pulso.

Isang aksyon na kikitil sa dalawang kaluluwa.

Isang katahimikan.

 



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Posted 09 August 2015 - 01:32 PM

Another Cinquain lines of poetry:

 

Authority

rapport, emollient

move/close, delete/edit, ban/pin

Always at your service

Mediator

 

1:31pm

 



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Posted 14 August 2015 - 12:52 AM

STOW AWAYS - KT3

Shapeless shadows, shivering.
Turbulent tempters taking
Overly onerous, offering
Wasted women, wandering.

Apathetic, ardently asking
Whisper wonders, wishing
Adamant, arduously abhorring
Youthful, years yearning
Silently still. Severing.


(A tribute to young women who became victims of abuse, cruelty and abject poverty.

May you find peace in this lifetime of pain.)

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Posted 30 August 2015 - 10:11 AM

==== LE BUCKET LIST ====

(you have to read this really really fast)

 

Take a deep breath... OK here we go
 
I want a large juicy sloppy burger with complete stuffing full of mayo and cheese and lotsa lotsa ketchup and I want that without worrying the consequence as being dead after a couple of hours. And I want two of them please I want that with a cold cold milo and in a plate with chips and fries I want them served in front of a white beach in Balading and I want Bongerz to be there with me having the same things I want to sleep after
 
I want to travel in a rugged road again I want trees and farms and mountains and I want pebbles cracking on my feet I want to see that wide river streaming endlessly in the heart of Cagayan Valley I want rain a bit I want sun a bit I want the rain and the sun swaying hand in hand like old friends reunited and doing a 69 in the sky blue sky I want wind in my face disturbing my hair filling my lungs clogging my nose numbing my cheeks soothing my skin Could there be any mushier than this?
 
I want to see that old man again who live on the foot of the mountains of Maraot Banwa What was his name? "Ka-" something
I want to smell his coffee plants and the fresh coffee he served to us back in 1994
I want to see him play his guitar in front of his old dilapidated shack again I want to smell the dirt of mud on our feet once more
 
I want to stop by in the rainy Timog Ave have a hot chicken soup beside the road and move on to sunny Santa Magdalena Sorsogon where sunlight bathe our windows and hit our slitting eyes and then open them wide again in ecstatic blindless to the light.
 
I want a big f#&king empanada and I want it from a cart beside the noisy street of Quiapo at four in the morning before the church bell ring
 
I want a thirteen hour bus ride from Pasay to Sorsogon See those drunks sleeping along the corner of the road and not caring anything but breakfast and coffee the next day I want to chat with them again about the wisdom of not caring anything but breakfast and coffee the next day We would laugh about the frogs in their pockets
 
I want to see the Coron Sign on top of mount Tapyas again and lay on her green grassy hills overlooking the ocean among with two-toned cows and a rented bicycle
 
I want to walk up and down Malate with my music with my jacket with my wicked grin and a hard-on because of the chilly weather not because of the prostis of LA cafe
 
What I don't want are punctuation marks
 
And I could go on and on about things I want and things I miss and get mushier and mushier every time until I get tired and weary and wanting another one of that large juicy sloppy burger with complete stuffing full of mayo cheese and lotsa lotsa ketchup.


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Posted 08 September 2015 - 11:37 PM

seashore

sandy, breezy

wondering, meditating, wandering

Walking along the shore

 

littoral

 

 

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Posted 09 September 2015 - 04:40 PM

You enter my world, sliding through the curtain,
Eyes glittering with a love that is certain,
 
You sing sweetly, whisper softly, and smile warmly,
As you caress the curves of my tired and weary body,
 
You press, knead, push and pull at my joints,
With all the love and pleasure lovers enjoy when joined,
 
What I ask be done, you do from your heart,
And keep us in that place in time I never want to be apart,
 
And here comes the crescendo, oh what a feeling,
We gasp and play along to the passion that's winning,
 
Then it subsides, and you take to my arms,
And we talk about our days, our worries, our charms,
 
But then we have to part, 
I kiss you and gift you for your next day's start,
 
And as I slide through the curtain and out of sight,
You say hello to another within the night.


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Posted 20 September 2015 - 09:10 PM

A Haiku piece:

 

As one closed her eyes
Rhythm starts in unison
Phrenic sense adored
 
Reveled in the space
Along the composition
of the universe
 
A wild trance of belief
Amidst the din in a burg
A recurrent dream
 
 
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Posted 13 October 2015 - 08:53 AM

In the vein of soulful, joyful, blissful lonely.

 

I don't believe in happy endings,

Because stories never end,

And what goes up must come down,

And then it goes up again.

 

I don't believe in heaven on earth,

Because sometimes it's a lot like hell,

But it's just as they say,

The only way out of hell is all the way through.

 

I don't believe in crossing mountains to get to places,

Because there are tunnels,

They're cold, dark and lonely,

But the light's there at the end of their length.

 

I don't believe in things destined,

Nor in things that are predetermined,

I don't think things are meant to last,

Because they are made to be.

 

I don't believe in a happy life,

I believe in one well lived.

 

I don't believe pain hurts and saddens,

I call it exercise.

 

I don't believe in sunshines and rainbows,

I see the rays of hope after the storm.

 

I don't believe in forever.

Because we do not live as such.

 

 

 

 

Instead.

 

 

 

 

 

I believe in ever after.

 

 

0853 Hours

 

Cheers.

^_^



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Posted 13 October 2015 - 09:41 PM

Give me a chance to strive for,

A dance to die for.

 

I'll give you the key to every thing that makes you smile,

If it helps you all through your lonely miles.

 

Even if time signals the end of this moment,

It'll be one that never ever will torment.

 

Let me taste the way you wish happiness,

Now, tomorrow and make it timeless.

 

Let me carry you and pin you against the wall,

Just so I make sure you never will fall.

 

Let me close the door, and hold you close,

And let's savor this blissful happiness in one never-ending dose.

 

 

2132 PM

 

Cheers.

^_^


Edited by MangJ90, 13 October 2015 - 09:47 PM.


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Posted 14 October 2015 - 02:23 AM

Dito sa bansa namin

 

Ang  bansa namin

Ay mayaman sa likas na yaman

Mapa -yamang tubig, mapa-yamang lupa

At, oo, mapa- yamang tao…

Pero karamiha’y salat pa rin sa yaman

 

Dito sa bansa namin

May mga sinaunang bayani

Namamatay hindi sa pakikipaglaban

Sa mga dayuhan kundi sa kasakiman

Ng kapangyarihan ng kapwa pilipino

 

Dito sa bansa namin

Ang tawag sa bagong bayani

Ay yaong nagbubuwis buhay

Sa ibang bansa upang buwisan

Ng gobyerno namin

 

Dito sa aming bansa

Kakaiba ang takbo ng pulitika

Kasi pwede na pala kahit sino

Pwede nga ang sintu-sinto

Ang alien pa kaya?

 

Dito sa aming bansa

Uso rin ang balimbing

Doble-cara kung tawagin

Parasitismo kung ihahambing

 

Ngayon mabango ka

Sa pang amoy,

Bukas mabaho ka na

Simpleng opurtunista

Ang katawagan dun

 

Dito sa aming bansa

Uso rin ang reklamador

Reklamo  dito, reklamo dyan

Lo and behold! wala naman

Naitutulong ultimo sa sarili nya

 

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Posted 14 October 2015 - 10:26 PM

Every resonance
that seems 
 
to bring
into being
 
It makes
one's spirit
 
a seemingly
confounded being
 
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Posted 15 October 2015 - 06:58 PM

Let me breathe to you a soulful tune,

And let me pull for you the moon.

Let the tides rise around us,

And close with each step what divides us.

 

Wrap your arms around me,

And make it as if I'll never be free.

I'll slip my hands around your waist,

With neither hurry nor undue haste.

 

Sing to me all the desires of your heart,

And let me whisper to you where we can start.

Bequeath to me your innermost fears,

And I'll entrust to you the strength of my years.

 

With the moon as our witness,

Let us drown in this blissful excess.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today.

To bid farewell, the you and me of yesterday.

 

1858 Hours

 

Cheers.

^_^

 

 

 






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