Thursday, March 3, 2011

1. The Beginnings

This is just a random list of beginnings, be it poetry, short story and even an attempt to write a novel.

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Tonight I wrote your name on the stars.

. . . . .

Muse, where are you?
A scribe seeks you.

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Behind the mask
is a dead face
withered flower
tattered old lace.

. . . . .

His hands,
thickened by the callouses of labor,
were the darkest of chocolate,
the same hands that he used to plow the field
and yield wheat and barley,
the same chocolate hands he used to hold his wife and children,
the same chocolate hands that killed Mrs. January Jones on November 1973.

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Lions in a cup
Of vivid blues and reds
Vale knight, contoured top
Enjoy the bliss of

. . . . .

Love,
like the gentle pitter patter of rain,
rests profoundly on my cheeks.
Its pinkish blush,
a curious blossom, that embarrasses,
flutters my visceral butterflies
and trembles my knees.

. . . . .

The sun's rays seeped through the blinds of our window. Its light, a performance of dancing dust particles tickled my eyes. I woke up and once again, I felt the glory of the morning.

I reached for the pillow beside me and enveloped it.

. . . . .

Maybe someday, I'll put an end to all these beginnings. :)


2 comments:

  1. haha~!! let's all hope for the best of your future poetry, story, novel and etcetera. :D

    go for gold~!!

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  2. hahah. tinchu. i do hope i get to write a lot of better stuff.

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