DOES A POEM REALLY NEED TO BE MAGICAL?

July 28, 2008

Yes , a poem must be magical As magical as the mirror mirror on the wall
Bringing every reader to Peter Pan’s never never land
Like San Fernando CSI’s World of Fun

Every reader’s expectation to a poem
Is its striking spear like those of Orlando Bloom
W/c touches every heart with its golden lines
Healing broken hearts, with its melodious rhymes

A poem should be like friendster
It can upload images, it can invite friends
It can send inspiring mails
It can edit the style of the profile

A poem must be addictive
So soft, so sweet like the lips of a baby
It makes readers ,ask for more
Like the PEPSI commercial of F4

Poem should in some way be like a prostitute
Who spreads her legs to anyone
Giving them their pleasure
Bringing them absolute satisfaction

Poetry is like Engineering
A process of putting up a collection of thoughts
Arranging things to their proper places
To produce wonderful masterpieces.. 

SEATMATE

January 10, 2008

She who makes me tremble
Makes me tame like a dog
She who wears glasses
Whose eyes show no signs
She who smiles gently
Who gives me hope to unhide what's inside
Burst out what's in me
Uncover the feeling she's been giving me
She whom I wanna be with
Stay with when I have time
She whom I'm giving my whole life
In my dreams or in real life
She whom I've got affection
Who's one of my inspirations
When troubles shower on
When things go wrong
She who has made me love that class
Who didn't ever dare to look at me
A human who seeks her presence
Who makes myself slave
Longing for the thing to her
I've never revealed
Coz I know
She'll never be mine
She who has not yet learned
That my blood freezes
Everytime her skin
Touches mine..

The only thing is,,
She's "blurred"
And I'm worried.
That might be the reason
Why she doesn't want me
She might not see my cuteness clearly.

I NEVER SAID THAT I LOVE YOU

We both know
That you never tried
To buy me even a single piece of Maxx
When hunger attacks my digestive system
And the hookworms
Kill and eat each other to survive
We both know
You were never there beside me
To change my underwear
The time I was confined
After my intestines were severely damaged
By the ultimate hookworm survivor
You don't know why
I fainted in front of the mirror
Before I went to bed last night
Becoz you were there inside the "KUVETS"
Working with your diarrhea.
You know the reason why?
It's the fact that an angel appeared before me
Inside the mirror just when I looked at it.
Yes your face might be a million
Times the face of Britney Spears
And that's not bad
I know your mountains are as high as the Mt. Everest
Your lips are as red
As the blood from a monthly red tide
And I know your legs are as brilliant as the sun
But who cares?
I don't give a damn shit!!
I love the kind of smile
You spread in the air
Everytime fertility
Strikes you
But again who cares?
Don't dream of me marrying you
Coz every single cell
I have inside knows well,
That never in my life
I have said, "I love you".

"BACK TO ME"

Ex-wife,

 

 

 

 

SHIT!!, is all I can say

The moment you bubbled him away

For you just caused my world

Out of the Milky Way

 

You should had told me , you didn't like it

So we didn't do it

You should had told me, not to explode it

So  I did not spit it out

 

Look what you've done!

No one expected this to happen

Neither I expected you to do it

You're disgusting!!

 

I can't imagine how brave you were

To terminate a red-blooded filled with life organism

From forming and let in flow thru the tunnel of darkness

You're the biggest shit I've ever known!!

 

I wish I can rewind time

To the moment you were about to do that thing

And stop you, blow you straight to the face

'Till your eyes fall and roll on the floor

And hear you crying and asking for mercy

Coz you deserve that, don't you?

 

Bring back my son!!

 

 

Ex-husband,

 

Alone St., Depressed

City of Loneliness 1

World of Sorrow