Saturday, April 30, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 30th Day!

Red Flowers

Why halt the full growth of the plants?
In the growing and deep woods,
the emerging yellow in the buds?
Why take away the nutrients, and the huge sky?
For the judgment and hate form war
between sky and earth
And the wealthy plants
become brown
as men take revenge.


The boys and the girls in numerous
stories, where they die in bombs,
bullets,
and massacre.


Life or death in the victorious path,
to be met by commands and rulership,
Going back to the beginning,
to repeat, to turn and turn into present.


Countryman, listen to your neighbor.
Within, same as you, same mercy.
Misunderstandings can be talked about, fixed,
reach one agreement of all to compromise
like true friends or siblings
My enemies, my friends, and you my friend.
Say together this chant that I made
and feel every part to make it real.


What brings life to this world,
and to the world beyond us?
What gives poets the things we know?
To write verse and understand?


Red flowers.
The growing trees.
The fulfullment of the world.


*****
Special thanks to the NaPoWriMo team for this wonderful poetry prompt and for filling April with fun and endless creativity. You guys helped bring me back to writing poems quickly!

 
the poem I translated:
 
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April project is finished and I'll be uploading my winner banner on Twitter and Facebook soon.
 
 
I called it my experimental project because this is my first NaNo project where I used the writing style that I had when I was 17-years-old. I was just reading my old writings and noticed that I seemed to have a clearer and better writing style when I was younger, when I was still not on the Internet and wasn't used to Internet expressions and wrong grammar. That is one of the reasons why my project this month is an experiment.
 
 
Other reasons for the project being an experiment is that I used a new word processor, used a different novel outlining style, used a new writing process, had days off on weekends, and had a different creative approach. I used to work all week, and I am writing this novel in the same manner that I created paintings when I was a teenager: I never show any part of it --- or talk about any part of it --- until it's fully finished.
 
 
I was doing these two NaNo project with a third, personal project while also studying. That was why I wrote only around 800 words per day instead of the required 1,600 words. I had to put aside all of the other tasks in mid-April, and this final week had me getting frantic to catch up. It was insane.
 
 
I'm just happy to take part in this wonderful event, happy with my cabin mates, and delighted to learn that the NaNo Word Sprints actually replies to participants' tweets. Thank you to the NaNoWriMo team for making this month a blast!
 
 
About my other NaNo projects, "10th Commandment" and "From the Human Chain" are still in the workshop and "Only the Good" and "Alter Ego" are still yet to be finished. Only fellow writers have read the first two for now (some of my friends have a copy of the first draft of "10th Commandment," but that was the worst version of the book, sorry). I am thinking of altering the plot of "Only the Good." I watched the movie only after coming up with the plot, so I cannot say that I based the book on "Unthinkable." They both have a terrorist who planted a series of bombs that were set to go off within the same day at different locations. I want to change the plot of the book to differentiate it from the movie.
 
 
Thank you for reading. I'm going to take a break from this blog until June. While I'm away, you can check out my graphic design e-store on Zazzle. I've designed Mother's Day gift products here back in 2013 and Mother's Day is just two weeks away from now. Also, you can drop by Barangka, Marikina City in the Philippines. We have a fiesta there every May 1. Have a nice weekend! :)

Friday, April 29, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 29th Day

Echoes

I remember living in Project 4, playing all day,
Little homeschooling, meeting friends.
 
I remember the people, forcing my family
To sell them our house.
I remember my family fleeing.
 
I remember moving to Cavite,
Playing with friends, being homeschooled.
 
I remember the landlord arguing with my mom,
Him taking revenge on me instead,
And then putting the blame on me
To cover it up.
I remember my family running away in fear.
 
I remember becoming homeless,
And then moving to Barangka.
Being prepared for school,
But you were rarely on time,
So I became more homeschooled than ever.
 
I remember enrolling late.
Few books, wrong uniforms, and little supplies.
'Til they elected me president and made me school singer.
 
I remember being pulled out by my family,
'Cause the school was bad for me.
 
I remember our plumbing system
That grossed everyone out,
The next-door neighbor's merciless gossips,
And my mom's enemy
That made me less popular.
 
I remember doing my many hobbies,
Alone in my apartment.
I remember our debts growing
Because of you.
 
I remember downgrading to Payatas,
Where I spent my days reading, writing, studying.
I remember the violent landlady there,
Who caused us to flee
 
To my dad's house,
Where he sent us away
And we moved to Gwapotel instead.
 
I remember waiting in the food court or lobby
To check in at nights
Just to save what you give.
 
I remember being unable to continue that life
And asking Lolo Harold for help.
And Lolo Harold, instead, drove us to Antipolo,
Where there were no women,
The bathroom had no lock,
And our papers got stolen.
 
I remember my family fleeing from Antipolo
In total fright,
And staying with relatives,
Who kept sending us away,
And we can't even contact abroad.
 
The last resort was the waiting shed
In Villa Maria Clara,
Where the town leader offered the whole covered court
Just 'cause he was my mom's childhood friend.
 
I remember the day you finally helped,
And we started over in Gwapotel,
But a family member went missing!
 
I remember having to let go of everything
Just in search for her.
The waiting shed was the only place
Where she can find us.
 
I remember staying there, day and night,
Sunny and rainy,
Troubled and happy,
Just to help her.
 
I remember when the waiting shed got vandalized
And we couldn't sleep there anymore.
Had to stay in the covered court instead.
 
Going to Gwapotel a week each month
Only to recharge a little,
And then back to the search.
 
I remember finding her,
And when the people abroad finally heard of it all,
They sent help.
 
I remember staying in Gwapotel for a while,
Until a new tenant hated us so much,
And made up a story
That Gwapotel believed.
And they banned us.
 
And we moved to you ...
I remember living with you.
It was the best,
And always will be ...
 
But all good things end.
I remember moving to Bayanihan,
Where we started over again.
 
I remember discovering the Mobile Web
In my sister's hand-me-down cell phone.
Spending days building my blog.
 
I remember our first laptop,
Which I shared with my sister,
And my other sister,
And her friends.
 
I remember being bullied by authorities,
And getting in HUGE trouble for fighting back.
 
I remember my sister relocating us to IVC,
Where we couldn't live for long because of you again.
 
I remember moving to NIA.
I remember when the owner of the house changed,
And we didn't get along.
I remember moving to another house in the same neighborhood.
 
I remember when you got in the way of my life again,
And we finally learned to make up for your absence.
It felt good.
No matter how hard we worked, though,
We couldn't bear with the violent neighbors.
 
I remember getting sent away with the neighbors,
Homeless for the third time
For something I didn't start. Again.
 
I remember when you helped out again,
And we moved into Calderon.
I remember how my family and the helper disliked each other,
Until he unreasonably refused to let us stay,
And we moved to Mandaluyong.
 
I remember the life-threatening prices in Mandaluyong.
I remember leaving the place for no other reason than that,
And going here,
Where I spend too much time writing,
And no one ever leaves me alone.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 36505

Thursday, April 28, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 28th Day

Masterpiece

Starting with the crossed lines ...
On the side, my hand signs!
And a bit of background ...
Color all around,
Completing with a ground.
 
To stop here like Morse.
Lining in colors
To where all the strands grow,
All natural, but fair.
To where all the winds blow.
And last but not least: hair.
 
To make this painting fine.
Within every outline
Fill a colorful dose
Which almost out-of-sight.
To show which one is close,
The part that reflects the light
 
These groups of spaces bade.
The darkest of all shades,
All the folds and shadows,
The creases in this mesh,
For the eyes and the nose,
Different shades of flesh
 
And don't make those mere slips!
Then coloring the lips.
Life beyond affliction.
On two eyes that have seen
Intended reflection
In the middle of green.
 
For the blackness appeals.
Starting with the pupils,
Just right liquid can cling.
Don't make the canvas wet.
Preparing everything.
Taking up my palette
 
When this drawing's in line.
I don't need the crossed line
Where this drawing was born.
Erasing the first line,
In the best human form.
Marking out the outline
 
Pencil for a painter,
Picking up the darker
Don't make them like sickles.
Mimicking planted feet.
Go straight for the ankles,
Around the things and knees ...
 
Downward, don't just make pegs.
I go to both the legs.
Finishing this and then,
By the left it abides.
And repeat all of them.
Drawing the other side
 
To the waist and the things.
Going further downward
Where the armpit lingers.
Lining back in upward,
To the hands and fingers.
 
This drawing starts to grow ...
Reaching the elbow.
To the other shoulder.
I can't make this a wreck.
Sloping to the shoulder.
Just to go down the neck
 
Leaving it in the air.
Before I do the hair.
And both ears shall align,
So well-measured and fair.
Following the hairline,
And the forehead's up there.
 
Side of the face in sight.
The twin that is the right
Down to the chin, I hone.
The cheek my line goes fly!
To the gentle cheekbone,
From the side of the eye
 
... And the next line I take.
Erasing my mistake ...
Ruined by a mere slip!!!
The mouth is like a rose.
Finding the upper lip
 
Aligning, and they're fine.
Just feeling the hairs line.
Drawing I don't know how,
Babe, I never stop ...
Drawing the inner brow.
And leaving it all up.
 
The rising line goes by
Lining the inner eye,
And the spot for faces.
From where the neck outlines,
Measuring spaces
Starting with the crossed lines
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 32000

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 27th Day

Home

The horizon is neat and straight like a long, endless line to my eyes.
Time passes by so slowly on these endless waters of ocean blue.
Undulating endlessly, pushing on one another, the waves rise,
Mesmerizing to a young newcomer's eyes as the sea breezes blew,
But a part of it all to my sea voyager's mind, somewhere on the sides
Of a gigantic monster that glistens in the sun. And each wave glides.
Their sounds fall back in the distance of one's yearning thoughts after a while.
The sea air that stings the nose makes me take longer breaths and be more alive
As I yearn and reach for this life, for these swift waves never reconcile.
More than tons of water all around, where I can catch and I can dive,
But a growing thirst in my throat, within my mind and inside my heart,
For the Fates continue and decide on still pulling us apart.
Without mercy, giving not the slightest beckoning light of my hope,
Pulling, throwing me off-course, swaying my direction like the waves slope,
But how I regain direction is how I stay alive, how I cope.
My journey is never a straight line that is neat and clearly endless,
My journey is never as it appears when I am about to start,
For the sea and the sky are stronger than me and they stay relentless.
And one must come more than prepared, for death loves flying around like dart.
These are all the days that passed me by, leaving marks on my steering hands.
And in the distance far ahead, I glimpse the distinct shadow of lands.
*****
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 29867

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 26th Day

To Be Continued

Calling to Calliope,
"Calling, calling to you,"
Give me words both happy,
"May your words help us through,"
And true to sing this song.
"And don't get us wrong."
 
Focus my mind to see
The things that are unseen.
"You allow us to see
The kindness from the sin."
May you grant me the strength
To sing this in full length.
 
"We open our minds
To welcome your stories
Of wars of our kinds,
Letting go of worries,
Surrendering to words.
May you bring in a horde."
 
There was a gladiator,
Strong like a real soldier,
Armor scales like gator,
Scouting like a ranger
For a spot most ready
To fight chariots steady.
 
"Our hearts are beating
Faster than chariot wheels.
These minds envisioning
The golden, breaking seals,
Majestic doors of Rome!
Into the field, who roam?"
 
And the ground rumbles deep
As the doors break open,
Unleashing in one sweep,
Like tomatoes ripen.
A pair of chariots ride
Double and side-by-side.
 
"The pangs and pain within
As we feel his sorrow,
And the hope grows thin.
There is no one in row
To help him win this one.
It's unfair and it's done."
 
But with skillful power,
He unleashes his sword.
Wielded by a tower
Of a hero from old.
Not fearing close combat,
Killing, no matter what.
 
And the day fills with red.
Sloshing and flying round.
Here's the gore to be fed,
To be watched, to astound
The elites of boredom
In a whole, new kingdom.
 
The walls shake with applause
At the sight of a head,
Fully severed and gross,
Followed by more bloodshed,
Delectable to men
And as much as he can.
 
And the horses run fast,
Without a direction.
Charioteers never last
In this man's aggression.
The second one keeps up,
For the show shall not stop.
 
"Our ears cannot miss
As the story unfolds,
For this sure is a bliss
When justice it beholds.
Justice, as we feel it.
It resolves, bit-by-bit ..."
 
But fear is a power
That posseses the weak.
Charioteers don't cower,
And when this becomes bleak,
A well-aimed strike of spear,
As the quick hand still steer.
 
"This should never happen!
What kind of song is this?
And why did we open
These minds to more of these?
You kill us, storyteller!
This man can't be over."
 
Though wounded and weakened,
No spear beats the fearless.
Though alone and sickened,
Real fighters don't regress
In the face of a lord.
Once more, raising his sword ---
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 22708

Monday, April 25, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 25th Day

Machine

Even if he swallows his displeasures now,
Will yet nurse revenge till he has wreaked it.
Even if he seems he hasn't taken the blow,
Within his heart, a scheming devil will sit.
Like a switch that some meddling fool has turned on,
When that devil sits, his heart turns into stone

That serves as completion of his good days,
Connecting the circuit through the empty space

And the electricity comes flashing in,
Igniting the old, silent motor to life.
All the metals of the past that earth has seen,
Remaining strong, sturdy, and sharp like a knife,
Happily moving. Where there's smoke, there's fire.
No one can halt the natural, silent ire.

Traveling to every set in a pattern,
Working gravity and electricity,
Momentum turning and turning like a fern,
Pulling the huge chains of the best quality.
My friends, the wheels within have begun turning,
And so did the plot beyond begin moving.

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

My first line source:
"Illiad" [Book 1, line 80] by Homer
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 21652

Sunday, April 24, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 24th Day

The Giant and the Daffodil

My little daffodil,
So beautiful and small.
Whatever is the deal,
You can handle it all
Without losing your cool.
You're making me a fool.
 
Loquacious than usual,
Expressing my weak side,
Trying to stay casual,
Though you make me divide,
And crack like tragedy
Into little fragments.
 
Saying "Wassup" like youth,
Who hasn't lived life yet.
Reciting all things smooth
To impress and inject,
When I've already won.
Still, I can't win the one
 
Heart that is still so rare.
Why do I feel so small
In your gaze, bright and fair?
Why can't I have it all,
When I thought I'm finished?
I am suddenly squished.
 
It's lackadaisical,
I know, I'm no poet ...
I don't have the focal
Point that you always met.
But at least, I have tried,
For my brain's not yet fried
 
By the evil I did,
When I thought you were gone.
The people I have failed
Haunt my nights when I'm done.
I cannot turn back time
Just like I cannot rhyme.
 
Don't ever say goodbye,
For I'll succomb to dark.
All the gloom that floats by,
Engulfing me like spark,
Where I can see nothing.
When I get no loving.
 
So shine, my daffodil,
Enlighten my spirit,
Understand how I feel,
And don't you ever quit.
Because I still need you.
I'll always be with you.
 
*****
 
The fancy words in this poem:
daffodil
loquacious
lackadaisical
 
The un-fancy words in this poem:
whatever
wassup
goodbye
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 23rd Day

We are Poetry

Sometimes, each day is like poems of sorts.
Uncertain, dark, and not easy for me.
Every corner, and the edges, create
A story that makes sense to your thinking.
No day is sure. Poems aren't so sure,
Where they're going, what they're saying today.
You just begin wherever worth doing,
And bounce to where near things become fast things.
When you end up flat, you've nowhere to go,
Continue this that you began today,
Going forward in time and don't you try
To stop. To cry. To fail. To fall. Or lose.
It's not about perfect, it is about
Each day being us, like poems of sorts.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

Friday, April 22, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 22nd Day

Still Alive

Swooping, huge waves. Power,
Sliding, swaying, splashing,
Undulating lower,
Leap into ocean blue
As the waters flow through.
 
Strong music of the sea
Sprinkles across the shore.
Honey, can you still see?
Live fishes wash ashore!
Breathe the life-giving air
On this day new and fair.
 
Thunder in the distance.
Violet clouds approach.
Quicker, here they advance,
A pelting form of reproach.
Whistling winds that turn, swirl,
And the white sprinkles twirl.
 
They're splashing here and there,
No one gets away clean.
Lightning, the flashing glare.
Making the green woods lean,
Bend, and break to the words,
A thousand thunder lords.
 
And the sky laughs the winds,
Freezing in every drip,
Caught guilt of one who sinned.
Forcing to take the trip
Within the rocking storm
In every mood and form.
 
For no man can stop it,
Throwing roofs in the air
When it decides to quit.
Still without a care.
But once life seems to end,
The deep darkness can bend ...
 
To welcome a new day,
Where the sunrise goes up,
Cast blue over the gray,
And make the killing stop.
Growing warm like mercy,
Honey, can you still see?
 
The flowers bloom anew,
Sending colors to life.
Who would have thought, who knew,
There's an end to that strife?
In all these endless fields,
The worn out soul still yields
 
To the beautiful side,
Like the flesh of mortals.
From the dark, great divide,
Bright and scented petals,
And the new green grass sways
To their musical grace
 
And the leaves of the trees
That grew back in the place,
Worshipping life we miss
During the dark, cold days,
For today, they relieve,
And today, we still live!
 
So live every second,
Every moment and life,
When the branches beckon,
Ridges jut out like knife,
Sloping into meadows,
And a flower that grows ...
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo April 2016 progress: 19632

Thursday, April 21, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 21st Day

Oh, Woe! Oh, Woe!

Stepping on the land of the enemy
To behold a house that is filled with gold,
Everything needed by the human me,
Belonging to a man so brave and bold,
The man who have taken my hand to fear.
The defeat of my people I still hear.
 
And his lady arrives to welcome my place.
She's graciously smiling a perfect smile,
Making me feel like a part of his grace.
Calming my sorrowful heart for a while.
She is singing all of the feel-good words.
As shiny and new as all these Greeks' swords.
 
Although it is clear to her why I'm here,
Arriving in her husband's homecoming.
In my heart and in my soul, there lies fear ...
Having lost a chance for a good wedding
With one of my own, living my own kind ...
Now in tears, still leaving it all behind ...
 
I still hear the cries of my own people,
Feel the flow of their blood on our sand
As I step on this land like a cripple,
But o I feel worse for this woeful land,
For in the hallways and rooms of this house,
Lies a sleeping evil that will soon rouse
 
The next twist of fate for the near future.
Behind all the gold, the walls breathe shadows ...
Monsters seen only by my soul so pure,
And you who sees the thing that never glows
In the hearts of well-dressed people, it hides,
Growing bigger in their flattering chides.
 
You who have opened my mind to see these,
I have trusted you with all of my love.
Loving your clever eyes that never miss.
And a share of your vision I still have.
But oh, why have you sent me to this place?
Why the worst of your works I have to face?
 
My body is caught, but my soul is free!
And I refuse to make another step!
I miss my home, where the lovers agree.
And in their mother's rule, children are swept.
At least, this is what I know of my Troy.
Losers though we are in this evil ploy.
 
My gentle soul cries in the air of here,
Where a wife will murder her own husband.
Children who banish their own, fateful fear,
And scheming to remove the feeder's hand
All in the name of parading evil.
These are all the things your visions reveal.
 
I'm the missing thread soon to be woven
Into the purple robe of his grand floor.
In nearby trees, I wait as a raven,
Bringing the message to open the door
Into the deeper functions of your plot.
And this human fear might be the one cut ...
 
I shall go now for I am being called.
Stepping forward into my greatest doom.
She beckons, for her heart has become cold,
Colder than this house that's covered in gloom.
Please grant me the glory I deserve.
For your will, my god, I still stand and serve.
 
Making my last walk, breathing my last breath
In the hall of all their powerful sins.
Leaving this place, going toward my own death.
I may not see all the following scenes
In the present time of her wrong statement,
But I have bowed to the real fulfillment.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 17674
 
Resources for the poem:
 
Note: Please let me know if my citations are unnecessary. Thanks in advance.

Also, this just came up in my Harvard network, "The Trojan Women."


Wednesday, April 20, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 20th Day

Hi, Hottie

Blinding flasher.
I saw nothing.
Fiery washer,
Hotly creeping.
Let the presence be felt,
While those strengths melt.
Binding fleeing feet in place.
Angry speaker,
Blow ashes to my race,
Fire-breather.
Beware with much ado
Of the volcano.

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 15742

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 19th Day

How to Love

Look all around you, and see these colors.
Vivid and bright are they to naked eye.
But deep within the soul, there's this force ...
It's making your appreciation fly.
Like a glass that stands before your warm gaze,
Blocking the universe within a maze.
 
Listen to music on the radio.
Do you hear every key of the piano?
The dark force seems to control the cardio,
Blocking the sounds, and making you say "no,"
When you ordinarily say "yes,"
For the music is threatening to bless
 
Your senses with the hurt you keep inside,
Bringing back the beautiful and old days,
When there she was, always just by your side ...
She was beautiful and so full of grace.
And then, she just vanished like a nice dream.
Now, you know those things aren't what they seem.
 
You can go on and wish of bringing back
Things that aren't here, things that don't exist,
Only increasing the feeling of lack,
Like fairies in the forest of gray mist.
Chasing all the dreams that are way too far,
Living like an old, overspeeding car.
 
One day, all of these bright lights will pop out,
And the music will not play forever.
You remember what it was all about?
You won't be in this place again. Ever.
Do you remember how sweet the cake was?
Did you pause to admire all the stained glass?
 
There is always an end to everything.
Use your time on doing good while there's time,
Appreciate every joy that people bring.
Trust me, though life's filled with evil and crime,
If you look really hard, goodness you'll hear.
So feel every moment while they're still here.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo progress: 13441

Monday, April 18, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 18th Day

Weh

Like an elevator,
Traveling backwards fast,
And the present sounds tore
Like a cake collapses,
And this smells like some mess.
 
 
A far cry from before,
Spying through glass shutters
In silent house of fore.
The other thing matters,
As sweet as morning dew,
Like the sweet scent of you.
 
 
Just do unto others,
Always be nice and kind,
For you don't want others
To have yourself to bind
Within their own evil.
This is what they reveal.
 
 
Always pray, for He hears
All your most silent words
And all your deepest fears.
Powerful than the lords,
He'll save you if you're good,
And it's evil to brood.
 
 
Let go of your shyness,
Let go of all your doubts,
And dance, for you can bless
What this life is about,
Even though you don't know.
For one day, you will grow.
 
 
And learn to sing like us.
Memorize the lyrics.
Can't be the way it was.
Memorize this for weeks,
And fill this house with songs,
Forgetting all their wrongs.
 
 
Complexities of Math.
Always remember these.
Listen. And hold your wrath.
Never let your mind miss.
I want you to do best,
Far better than the rest.
 
 
And I want you to spell
Like you're four grades higher.
Go, write clearly and well.
As these day gets colder,
We practice 'till you tire,
Building your mental wire.
 
 
Don't you talk to strangers,
And never eat their food.
A bad person lingers ...
They seem like they are good,
But you don't want to know,
And never try to know.
 
 
Napunta kaming plaza.
Yun nga lang, tingnan mo.
Yung langit, naulan.
Sa Kamu-kamu,
Dun kami napunta.
Mamaya, sama ka?
 
 
Ay, bakit naman, ay?!
Anong sinasabi
Nung baliw nyang tatay?!
Kami inaapi.
Sila ang masama.
Masamang-masama!
 
 
Weh, hindi naman eh ...
"Huwag kayong babalik,"
Sabi nung babae.
Yung may batik-batik
Na damit kanina?
... Sige na nga, 'di na ...
*****
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 12261

Sunday, April 17, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 17th Day

Emo a Decade Later

All dizzying colors
Like many radios,
Playing at once with force.
Feels like a rodeo
About to be thrown off.
At least, my boss won't scoff.
 
For it's my fresh air break.
Concealed out of office,
Every breath that I make ...
Just dealing with the fleas
As my lungs fill with smoke.
At least, I'm not so broke.
 
Watching the boys outside.
Why do they come from Mars?
This galaxy's so wide.
Why do we fight in wars,
When there's other planets?
Mother Nature collects
 
The worst boys on this Earth.
Like that one baby beard ...
How long it's been since birth?
Girls, we all know they're weird.
I'm dying 'bout the freaks,
Can't stop these hysterics!
 
Happens when I'm boytrapped.
Having to say the worst
Of the worst of all the crap,
And I'm about to burst.
Let me go somewhere nice,
To stoner's paradise.
 
Haven't eaten 'til now.
How I love a snakemeal!
Eating this whole thing how,
How does it make me feel?
Exactly like a snake!
And it's not even fake.
 
Have to go back to work.
Sneaking in the chat room,
Hope the boss doesn't lurk,
Or I'm having the broom
To sweep the whole office.
Hope that won't happen, please.
 
Everybody offline.
Not even my boyfriend.
It's when my dog does fine,
And to his break I send
With his boyfriend credit.
Now, he's not on Reddit.
 
The only thing that cures
His severe eddiction.
Grammar so neat and pure.
Excels in prediction.
But that bad night lingers
On icicle fingers.
 
When he's been stuck in there,
Freaky cold library.
Isn't it just unfair?
Lonely and so dreary,
It's not good and not fine
When everyone's offline.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

Words (and phrases):
fresh air break
baby beard
I'm dying
boytrapped
stoner's paradise
snakemeal
boyfriend credit
eddiction
icicle fingers

Resource:
Urban Dictionary


Saturday, April 16, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 16th Day

A Day in the Life of Lisa

Like little children who need discipline,
They will find many ways only to cheat.
"Go, men, and keep this whole camp very clean!
Scrubbing, sweeping, and trimming isn't a feat!
For it is a shame you work under me,
And my superiors already agree."
Wait, what? What was the dream I just got?
Me being a sergeant in the army?
Wearing combat clothes that make me look fat?
I'd rather have baby doll dress for me.
The pretty, floral curtains in my room.
But I will sweep the floor now with my broom.
Walking past the living room and TV.
The news is on CNN 'bout the quake,
And my father updating his CV,
For Japan is much farther than the lake;
No one in this family is worried,
And with our own lives we still proceed.
Heading to the window, drinking water,
Wishing I can get to the balcony.
There is no door where I can get to there,
Because it's fake and it's very funny.
At least, this window has garden that grows.
Every day, there's more redness to this rose.
As it reaches out to the warmth of sun
On this bright, clear, and beautiful new day.
Well, isn't his voice musical and fun?
Upbeat with talent, making my heart sway ...
Who is this boy making this song for me?
Why is it only now that you I see ...?
"Dear Daddy, no! Don't throw a glass of water!
He is in love and don't hurt his feelings.
Oh, no! Don't throw a bucket of water!
You should hear how sweet he is when he sings.
Now, he's got that bucket over his head!
If he steps on the cats and snakes, he's dead!
He might not see his way near our pond!
He'll be swimming with our dear salmon!"
Oh, just why did I end up in this land ...
It's my dad each of my suitors summon.
It's not like "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."
Now, I will go to my closet of scarves
And get out of this annoying building!
Might be the real CIA headquarters,
Because my parents can know everything.
They just don't care how much my love matters.
Hurried down the stairs, past the landlady.
Outside, trees. Lots of trees. Walking steady ...
For I'm going to find this nice boy.
He is so talented and he's so sweet.
Oh, God, please! I hope I can work this ploy.
Oh, there he is! The two of us can meet ...
... The fishball vendor?! How did they look same?!
I lost him and my parents are to blame.
Near the wall with "HEPE," eating rice meal.
Alone, annoyed, and so miserable.
But I'm getting the feeling that I feel.
Deep beneath the soil and all the rubble.
He is coming. My lover is coming.
Not that one. The other one. I'm leaving ...
I'd better go home before he can find out
That I have been chasing some other boy.
And from this store I come hurrying out
Farewell, rice. Farewell, store. And farewell, boy.
I'm going back to my dear, tall building.
The place where I have been safely hiding.
Oh, no! That boy's in the hallway again!
No, not the other two, the third one.
He can spy like some annoying agent
And our real nicknames are only one.
God, why did there have to be two of us?!
Please, bring my life back to the way it was!
Now running up the other flight of stairs,
And sprinting straight to our home. The place ...
Back to the same old family affairs.
Reading Mark Mathabane on Sundays,
Writing poems before the rooster sings,

Waking up when the Centennial Clock rings.
*****
Almanac Questionnaire:
Weather: Sunny and hot.

Flora: A red rose.

Architecture: Condominiums in the Philippines have fake balconies.

Customs: In some traditional places in the Philippines, boys sing love songs to girls they want to date ... and the girls' parents tend to throw water at such boys.

Mammals/reptiles/fish: Cats/snakes/salmon

Childhood dream: I had a recurring dream in which I was an army sergeant and I wouldn't grant any of my soldiers a sick leave because they weren't really sick. They were just very lazy.

Found on the street: The fishball vendor!

Export: Rice.

Graffiti: "HEPE"

Lover: ... That guy.

Conspiracy: There is a conspiracy theory that the official CIA headquarters might not really be the official CIA headquarters. The real one is most possibly the one we don't know.

Dress: A baby doll dress.

Hometown memory: The boy across the street who had exactly the same nickname as me. I was very irritated by the idea that there were two of us.

Notable person: Mark Mathabane.

Outside your window, you find: Trees. Lots of trees.

Today's news headline: Something about the earthquake in Japan.

Scrap from a letter: "Dear Daddy"

Animal from a myth: Cerberus

Story read to children at night: "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves"

You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: My landlady.

You walk to the border and hear: Gunshots.

What you fear: That I don't write this poem on time.

Picture on your city's postcard: The Centennial Clock.
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
Note: It's not true that some Filipino parents throw water at their daughter's suitors. They actually throw something more gross.


Friday, April 15, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 15th Day

North and South

The shining, endless light.
All things are out-of-sight.
 
This pristine quietness.
Spoken words while voiceless.
 
The sweet scents of flowers
Out of trail of stalkers
 
In soft and weak smoothness
And the sleek evilness,
 
Sweet as sugar in day
Hot as spice when it's late.
 
Vivid blue sky in sun
And long evenings of fun.
 
Winter white of still peace
In bloody strife of grease.
 
My old, joyous laughter
Doesn't make him better.
 
My absolute horror
Fills him with deep fervor.
 
Captured in his strong arms.
Free in my love from harms.
 
Breathless in his wild ways.
Alive, real in my gaze.
 
Dying because of him.
Living for all I seem.
 
Like a twister of storm,
Like whirlpool without norm,
 
Still fighting for my cause …
And still making me pause.
 
Keeping my head up high
In the flood he makes ... my ...
 
I'll bring the whiteness back.
So he can make it black.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 11110

Thursday, April 14, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 14th Day

Target

Flying birds in blue sky,
Far away and small.
Tell me which one to shoot.
Tiny mark as birds fly.
Quiet! Don't make a call.
In the distance and pea-
Sized in the range that they hoot.
Don't move, or the birds flee ...

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 9614

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 13th Day

It Doesn't End Here

Everything you're doing
Leads to the one right path.
All the things you're seeing,
They all add up like Math.
You will be so happy,
You won't feel small like pea.
The desire in your heart,
The hunger, and the drive
Are natural like art.
You will live, you will thrive.
All you want within grasp,
You'll hold them strong like clasp.
Even flowers take time,
Even dollars take dime,
And speaking is like mime.
You will find your own place,
Where you truly belong.
You will carry your grace
And you will remain strong.
Like the bamboo that bends,
Your power never ends.
*****
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 6482

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 12th Day

The other couple, 4

Body, Can't look at her
Breadcrumbs, Please collect the
Bridge, Traveling through the
Den, Working in her own
Door, Don't open this one
Drums, Tonight, we'll play the
Face, Can't recognize his
Finger, Ring around her
Fridge, Taking wine from the
Hand, Taking his taken
Hips, Place his hands on her
Land, Nothing more in this
Linen, Hide beneath the
Lips, To gently kiss her
Mirror, Tonight, she is his
Pedestal, On this lone
Ridge, Moving over the
Sand, Riding above the
Strangers, Those two, loving
Terminal, They'll end at

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April word count: 5009.I just finished doing research for the upcoming developments of my story and will resume writing after this.

Monday, April 11, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 11th Day

The House

Right here stands the big house.
Two-story, balcony,
The curious it can rouse.
A driveway so stony,
And the outdoor staircase,
Leading from the bookcase.

Shadows in the indoors,
Where the lights had burned out.
On slippery, waxed floors,
Orange cat walks about.
The shelves of the thick books,
Looming over who looks

Through the glass of windows.
As the wind outside blows,
The truth finally shows

Visitors stay outside
The strength of glass windows
And doors on outer side.
As their lone gas lamp glows,
It's light is all they see.
At home, I hold my key.
*****
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April word count: 5009 I didn't have the time to write for the project this Monday.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 10th Day

Long Distance

If I were Julius Caesar, the great man,
Guess I would not be assassinated,
For all I ever do is clean more than
The cleaner places that the gods fated
To be in those grand, beautiful pictures.
My old and weakened spirit the thing cures.

My beloved feline looks to the door.
Must be another visit from the client.
My children’s toys no longer on the floor,
For they have become grown-ups and silent.
Now, I shall answer this one visitor.
In the late night, I hear his good motor.

But you are not my client, who are you?
Oh, no! Don’t take me! Pleeease, don’t you take me!
What wrong have I done? Please give me a clue.
Fast, shadowy men of mystery.
In this fast-moving car I am now locked!
Heeelp meee, my Zenaida! I am kidnapped!!!

Don’t take away my phone! My wife needs me!
You don’t know Zenaida. She’ll be worried.
And who’s this familiar stranger I see?
Ha! I knew it! The imposter to get rid
Of Zenaida’s worries. How clever of you!
Don’t be too confident! We are not through!

… My, my, my … Just what am I standing on?
It sways like melted jelly, and moving
Like it’s made to make me dizzy. You con!
… Now, please, please, please! I can’t take this swaying.
Not anymore! Not in this tight blindfold.
I’m sweating although my skin feels so cold.

Alright, I get it. We’re floating in sea.
You’re taking me to another country.
O how I appreciate the odyssey.
This is how the sea changes you like tree,
Breaking the natural growth with waves.
For sarcastic remarks my heart now craves.

LAND! We’re finally on land! Good ol’ friend ...
How I missed the unmoving ground and soil,
The sweet, gentle scent of the trees that bend …
Sight of the shining sun makes me recoil
As you untie my blindfold and set free
This miserable captive, I agree.

Gotten used to your ways, but now you leave?
How could you leave me alone on this land?!
Visions of your boat I still make believe,
Turning back, make me a part of your band,
But in loneliness I am left alone ...
Walking round and round and stepping on a rare stone.

And another rare stone. Golden in hand.
And there’s more of them stones inside the mine!
Finding wealth in this new treasure island,
Good for you, all these wealth will just be mine.
It’s finders keepers, boys, finders keepers!
Though I began to speak with the whispers.

On this day, I conquered, I came, I saw.
In my dreams, I hear my wife’s voice attack
The caretaker-turned-Robinson Crusoe,
With the same old words she used, “Get back Jack!”
How did I let that woman govern me ...?
In this land, I am myself, I am free.

My wife broke the record for the longest whine.
Just one day with her words is already worth
The fifth column and the first forty-nine.
With a wife like her, how could this be earth?
She’s related to the aliens outside.
You trust me, I’ve lived with her all my life.

Yes, Zenaida, you can still yell at me,
For this love is a tale of two cities
It is the best of times, as you will see,
For I can hear your annoying voice cease
As I live the lonely life on this land,
Shadows of Mr. Mercedes still stand.

They’re chasing me when I am not looking.
I am sending short stories of this woe
In our house so you can still be reading,
Although the garden I no longer grow,
No more food, for I’m no longer the baker,
So just say goodbye to your caretaker.

Don’t make a big deal of my dear feline,
For it’s the case of the caretaker’s cat!
What is Felix’ business, just let him win.
He’ll want the rocking chair where I once sat.
When the kids find out their father ain’t theirs,
It’s the case of the horrified heirs.

As for me, I’ve built my own house right here.
Who would have thought, I can still lose the fear
Of being far from all of you, you hear?

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo and Lillian Hallberg for the wonderful poetry prompt!
Resources:

Saturday, April 9, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 9th Day

Frankphobia

Like an eternal blue,
Never ever changing,
My thinking you can't glue,
Like scent that is nothing,
Only blank and bare air.
O how you make me stare ...
 
Not because of my love,
But because I'm dying,
Frozen, like a white dove
In a lake that's freezing.
Most unheatlhy and still,
This is the way I feel ...
 
Like I feel anything ...
Now, I am simply blank,
Like noon in the shining,
Simple, straight, and so frank,
I'm beginning to fade,
It's too far to get laid.
 
Like beats that are too slow,
Never corresponding
With the way my thoughts grow,
Unsuitable to sing,
When I'm way too confused.
Oh, I feel so abused!
 
The world won't be that good
If we had such music,
We won't be getting food,
The tempo makes me sick.
Oh, songbirds might die
And don't even ask why.
 
Oh, manipulative
Colors of assortments,
Making the mind believe
In flavorful statements,
But one nip will reveal
What is painful and real ...
 
That they all taste the same.
Bleh! Why did I try?
For this life is a game,
Where you just make me cry.
Not because of heartbreak,
But because there's no brake
 
To all these happenings,
When none really happens.
But my heart still sings,
Like all the writing pens,
But in tunes of sadness
Of this quiet madness.
 
I should be mum no more
And speak up my own mind!
But you'll hurt to the core,
Or maybe you just might
Be offended by me?
But, baby, can't you see?
 
I'm bored to the bone!!!
There, you see, I said it!
Like little, hurtful stone,
I finally said it!
The true words I regret,
I'd rather keep secret ...
 
Oh, heavens, I said it!
It's enough punishment
To feel bad about it ...
For I have commitment ...
Still trying to be nice,
When there is nothing nice.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the dare, erm, poetry prompt! :)

Friday, April 8, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 8th Day

A Message to the Flower

Warm vibrancy of pink,
Listen to the trees hum.
Don't you let this heart sink
As grounds vibrate like drum
To songs of gushing wind.
I wonder who has sinned
 
For this sun to vanish
And cast shadows on us.
There won't be flood, I wish,
Those reflecting like glass,
Pulling like my children,
Pulling you like oxen.
 
And your petals turn dark,
Dark pink and almost red.
You bob in winds like mark
Of sunny days that led
To unfortunate days
Like this, the chilly grace
 
Of mighty Nature's wrath.
These mood swings sure don't last.
With benefit of bath
As crystals soak the dust,
Heavy are they from the sky,
Your little friends might die.
 
So hide under my shade
As they get relentless.
They're pelting down the glade.
All them plants are helpless.
My friend, this isn't good,
But nah, don't you still brood
 
For everything don't last,
Powerful storms pass
To weaken in dust,
Or find new ones to sass.
So though all the trees wail,
Sailors collect their sail
 
The dust swims in waters,
Friendly earthworms get drowned,
More liters and liters
Invading the whole ground,
Soaking up your dear roots,
Cutting up their dear fruits
 
Shaking this way and that,
Winds screaming like women,
Don't you sleep, don't you bat,
Twisting, evil omen,
To better pull you up!
You think this will not stop.
 
But one day, they will leave
Like they never were here.
One day, you will believe
That there's nothing to fear
As the sun gazes back
On this very same track
 
Where you beckon like love,
As vibrant as always.
All the beauty you have,
Welcoming more bright days
With your gift to the world.
Your name never gets old.
 
So hold on to the Earth,
Dance with this fast music,
For this has been your birth,
This whole life that you seek
Has been made to survive,
Keep holding on and strive.
 
*****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!


My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 5009

Thursday, April 7, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 7th Day

The Pond of Beautiful Charm

Velvet, vivid, and blossoming charm,
Uplifting, intricate music so beautiful,
Smooth, soft linen rippling like the surface of pond.
Fresh and soaked around this pond
Of the sweet, scented charm,
Syrupy, delicate and beautiful.
For thoughtful simplicity is beautiful,
Like your reflection on a pond,
These are the reflections of your charm.
Fill this pond with your beautiful charm.
*****
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 4672


Wednesday, April 6, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 6th Day

Premonition

Green leaves wrapped around you,
Yourself and whole body.
O do you give a clue
Of what I'm gonna see.
Feel smooth surface around,
Feeling the coming sound.
As red as tomato,
Screaming loud in action.
I don't see potato.
I think this is fiction!
And I cry for more time.
Do sacrifice a dime.
To cook up a new scheme.
Though the lights don't go dim,
This is not what it seems
Holding you in my hand,
Lifting you to inspect,
O production of land!
Known by the circumspect,
Legend from long ago ...
And I will let you go.
*****
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 2107

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 5th Day

Isabel and Lina Phlox

The Phlox sisters are white,
With platinum blonde hair
That twirl in the winds light.
Their skin is soft and fair.
Their voices like angels',
And they never wear gel.

Isabel loves spices,
Everything bad for us.
She gambles like dices.
Dangerous, pretty lass,
She's scarily fearless,
Though not so humorless.

She can laugh at all things,
And her high laughter sings
Like broken guitar strings.

Yeah, she might be scary,
So let's go see Lina.
For good things, she's merry.
Hurry, go say, "Hola!"
Nothing to fear with her.
To her you may confer.

*****

Special thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
 
Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 1470 words. I just recovered from my sickness and will do more writing after this.

Resources for the poem (other than the ones provided by NaPoWriMo):

Monday, April 4, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 4th Day

Forget

In July, all things end.
No matter how I try,
Life always makes me bend.
There is no time to cry,
No more time to look back,
No time to be like rock.
Facing the elements
Of his annual wrath,
No right to make statements,
For he'll give me a bath,
Still flooding my senses,
'Til making me senseless.
This is a time of hope,
This is a time to cope.
When hanging by a rope
That turns into a thread,
There is no time, no time,
To be weak and to love.
Reading to check my rhyme,
All I can do is live,
All I can do is leave.
*****
Special thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 967 (Pardon me for the slowness. I got sick yesterday and will catch up once I get well.)

Sunday, April 3, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 3rd Day

Wicked

Beautiful day to you!
Keep music alive,
Guitar tunes make it through.
I'd love to see you live.
My country has stages,
Great as that of sages.

O all those killer beats!
They still capture my mind.
Love ain't none like the sweets.
It's of the noisy kind,
Painful like I feel bruise
And you're right like a truce.

Your rhythms bring color,
For what is life, what for,
If not for better lore?

You brought back my own verse,
When I'm out of muses.
This love cannot be worse,
No music it misses,
When it's all in the mind.
These things you helped me find.

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

Saturday, April 2, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 2nd Day

 Diversify

Leader of our pack.
Though always chasing her,
For life always has lack,
Stories they still confer.
Maybe real, maybe lies.
It's over when he dies.


Like the time near sunset,
When all hues are darker,
Running away, she's set.
You don't hear her snicker,
For it runs through her veins.
Come here and hold the reins!


Like a lioness' charge,
Protecting her lil' cubs,
There's no time to recharge.
They don't see in the labs,
All these kinds of courage
And maybe even rage.


Like an Amazon's cry,
None of weakness or loss,
Their bravery she'll fry,
Because she is the boss
And you shall heed each word,
For she owns the house sword.


Looming over all us,
The size of castles tall.
Fear in every lil' lass,
Except her among all,
And so please include me,
For that ain't all I see.


Like the owl who said less,
She watches over you,
For when the sky did bless,
It's her who made it through
The sins and the darkness
To own all that prowess.


Oh, Judith, oh, the name ...
O lady warrior so,
Play the enemy's game.
Their main weakness you saw,
Coming back with his head
When the war has been dead.


Another Amazon,
Protecting, defending
In only one Luzon.
Miracles she's doing
Beyond my own belief,
All for our relief.


Shining like moonlit night,
Reflect curiosity.
There is goodness in might
And in that strawberry.
Mystical like no clue,
O how you make us blue.


Like a plant that withered,
Even before you grew.
In her arms so weathered,
O how your own soul flew.
You are this dream that ends
Whenever nighttime bends.


A gentle lamb obeys,
Maybe with every fear,
Or maybe with God's grace.
All the cities can hear
The gentle heart that speaks
In five days of the weeks.


Like an eagle sends signs
For us to win this war.
No to the dark designs,
For signs shine like a star.
Here's the way we shall be,
And one day, we'll be free!


Pretty, little rosebud,
Growing through all these years,
Though these thorns make you bad,
You can reject your fears,
For your shine will save you,
And this will help you through.


Earlier in the day,
When the sun is lowered,
She makes this life less grey.
Even when Earth showered,
She'll cast you her own light.
Even the small have might.


In the garden of worlds,
Where everybody grows,
Creating some more earths
In all the lines and rows
Without getting confused,
Only the more amused.

 
 *****
 
Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!


Friday, April 1, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016: 1st Day

 Hi! I'm blogging live again and Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April and NaPoWriMo 2016 have just begun and I'm in!

For Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April, I'm writing a Suspense/Thriller novel titled, "Blue Eyes." It's basically an experimental project at the moment. I just finished writing 967 words of it.

For NaPoWriMo 2016, this is my poem for today:

 

Made of Dreams

Green leaves shining in the sun ...
Tell me why,
When the winds blow, they sing?

Sounds of Nature alive in here.
Birds are singing
As you walk on lush grass.

Soft and bending beneath your feet,
But not breaking.
Fighting like scents of the past.

In shimmers, sweet colors, and hues
Brought by flavors
Of the birthday cake they brought

To the party tonight at riverside.
Just making up
What can be, all the possibilities.