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Iridescence: Footnotes: September
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Friday, September 10, 2010. Steps on sand, immeasurable as it sticks on skin, on shore. Scars washed away by salty waves. Eyes around the seams. Stare back at a girl searching by the shore. Lighthouses live. On, with the same spiralling of light as the stairs. A slip. Defeats the feet. Hips, head, hands, chest, mouth feel pressure. For the first time. Witness the door, opened by the wind. Dear, it must have been nice to hear. From you, perhaps, a pain.
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Iridescence: July 2010
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Monday, July 26, 2010. Mga buslo: walang pinupunan. Sunday, July 25, 2010. Monday, July 12, 2010. Hulyo 11 Bago Maghatinggabi. Marami-rami ang mga alipato sa kalangitan ngayong gabi; mga bituing. Saksi ang kasaysayan sa pagkakabuo nila mula sa pagsabog. At sa pagkakasunog ng junk shop mula sa malayo, ganap na katula-. Tulala ang ispektakulo. Marahil kahit magmistulang mga ulap. Itong nag-aalab na salita, dumapo man ang mga alitaptap. For love to fade.
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Iridescence: Agawan-Base
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. Tanghaling tapat pa lamang. Lamang na ng limang tao. Sa bilang ng mga bihag. Sa tulin ng pagtakbo,. Sa makapal na damuhan. Ng tauhan ang koponan. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Outside the room inside my mind. Here you go http:/ joycemaglipon.weebly.com/. You will be redirected to my new blog in 5.4.3.2.1. We persist to be remembered in an existence that unceasingly overlooks strangers we meet everyday.
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Iridescence: Distance [first draft]
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. Distance has a way. Of making people suffer: another horizon. After running away, where one left. Foot leads anywhere but home. How the hands learn to reach. For the wind, than to wave. With it. Because to leave. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Outside the room inside my mind. Here you go http:/ joycemaglipon.weebly.com/. You will be redirected to my new blog in 5.4.3.2.1. Chers amis Abigail et Suzette, Salut!
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Iridescence: Ultimatum
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Friday, September 10, 2010. Ipinataw sa kanya ang pagkakanulo. Ipinagpalit siya. Higit pa sa dalawampu't limang pilak. Ikinulong siya. At ikinuwadro sa iba't ibang litrato, walang habas na pinaslang. Ng marahas na pagkidlat ng ilaw na nagpaluha ng lila. Sumunod. Ang umaalingawngaw na tunog ng madiing pagpindot. Inaakusahan siya sa sala. Ng kasikatan, sa pagnanakaw ng mga ulo. Ng mga balita, hanggang sa pagbenta. Niya ng kanyang dangal at sa pagpatay.
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Iridescence: Consolations
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. A lover for a lover. Beneath the same sheets. Here, insecurities kill. The memory of victory:. In spaces between fingers. The heaviness of gold lingers,. Along the creases of the palm. Beg for silver coins for alms,. And hands cupped behind ears. Not a brazen bell to hear. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Outside the room inside my mind. Here you go http:/ joycemaglipon.weebly.com/. Chers amis Abigail et Suzette, Salut!
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Iridescence: August 2010
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Friday, August 27, 2010. Ang aking ngalan. Sa ngalan. Ng aking tatay, nananatili ako. Sa aming palasyo. Malawak. Ang aking silid, subalit wala. Nang ibang nagyayaya sa akin. Kundi mga yaya: Lumabas na. Kayo, Kamahalan. Nilakad ko. Ang daan patungo sa aking hardin. Na punung-puno ng mga puno. At halamang nakalimutan ko na. Namang diligan. Natanaw ko. Ang ina ni Ama, dala ang pulutong. Ng aking mga kawal. Nagpatuloy. Silang nagmartsa, nagpatuloy. Sa bilang ...
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Iridescence: Anihan
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. Habang walang umaahong palay sa kabukiran,. Nagsisimula na namang mamunga ang isipan:. Mga tulang hindi mapilit isulat, mga nilalang. Linya mula sa palihang nagbubuhul-buhol. Upang mawari ang hindi, mangyaring mabuo. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Outside the room inside my mind. Here you go http:/ joycemaglipon.weebly.com/. You will be redirected to my new blog in 5.4.3.2.1. Chers amis Abigail et Suzette, Salut!
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Iridescence: A Consolation
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Thursday, September 9, 2010. While the beer bubbles. Down the throat in an attempt. To disenchant the laughter. Dissonant among the crowd. Around this table, bottles. Are raised like proclaiming. Prized possessions, with pride. Like having a hard-earned trophy. Wife The memory humming. In spaces between fingers. The heaviness of gold lingers,. Across the creases of the palm. Scars of silver coin alms,. And hands covering ears. Not a brazen bell to hear.
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Iridescence: Septembers
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Nawawala lang ang bahaghari, hindi ang mga kulay. Friday, September 10, 2010. Why not burn it - by your breath, the wind,. Let the paper disappear? I never forget that I tried. Hands can never feel. The heat of a dead star, dreaming of capturing. That light that pierces the sky, among all of them. That started this fireplace in the backyard,. With gathered dead branches and leaves, old. Photographs, letters which have not been sent. And more which have been returned, things. I never tried to forget.
