Tranquil Madness

It's like that man who sleeps under the Katipunan flyover;that dog sitting on the sidewalks of Mandaluyong; that woman who prayed while Titanic was sinking. It's love. It's life. The soul of that lady who observed while living her noisy world.

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Thursday, May 12, 2005

When we are mad


Author's note: I miss my old, angsty self. This morning was not one of those good mornings. When someone would say "good morning!", I'd usually retort "What's good about the morning?" and at the back of my head I'd continue saying "certainly not you." BITCH.


When we are mad
The morning has turned black
Like the smoke that filled the window
As if a hundred cigarettes were blown in front of me


The demonlike face has destroyed the halo above me
The volcano has erupted as the fire in his face
brought shivers to my skin
I shouted, sending millions of decibels
that hounded, pounded, broke my heart.

He growled without waiting for an answer.
I said sorry with all anger
and he gave me the last look.
I saw myself in him.
He did not see me.

1 Comments:

Blogger Tobie said...

Angst is contagious.
Happiness more so.

Just blog hopping!

12:32 AM  

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