Illo Friday: Ghost

  


Boxed up

I am torturing myself
Locking up myself
To a seclusion of frailty
Of my own weakness;
Of my own grief.
I have gone
Not knowing when to return
If I should return
Not knowing what’s ahead of me
Not caring.
I have crossed the boundaries
   Of my own feelings
And I detest what I have done.
What’s left of me
Is your shadow
Creeping my every move
My every breath
   Stands for you
And I have to go further
Further
Until your image fades
But my thoughts I can’t compete
I have to destroy myself,
   Before it destroys me.

-053101

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note: poem was written in May 31, 2001. illo was made today.
strange that after reading thru my old poems, i realized that part of me was still being haunted by my past..
it's just a case of not being affected by it negatively, and instead, learn from it.

B&W Challenge:Bird (oiseau)

bird, can you still run in the morning sun?
there in your cage, are you locked up or just safe?

can you still see the memory of your past?
or would you rather forget what you left?

bird, do you still recall where you've been?
are you willing to stake out everything?

did you once have a name, a family, a flock?
or would you chose to let go or lock yourself up?

bird, i know you do not
but do you see what i see, feel what i feel?

i am tempted to open the gate and set you free
but i am afraid of what lies beyond
and what's gonna happen after crossing the line?

maybe you are too..

i'm sorry if i can't do anything.
i have no power to move or shape things.

now i see, you are a bird but you cannot fly
but
so am i.


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this is for this week's black and white challenge

Photo Friday: Destruction

seething rain

by the distance i look over
from the other side of the sea i stare
awaiting for the rain's seethe
to cleanse my being, my soul,
to touch me and make me feel
to awaken this numbness in me.

as i see it coming
and i froze as i gleam,
locked in the trance of unknowing
spared from the adamant dullness
of the vast trenching sky -

wave down to move forward
stickled my glued feet together
to the green earth;
but somehow i still see
however i close my eyes
the devastation that i have left
still haunts my every glint -

now the clouds liquidifies
and so does my psyche;
as time has told me repeatedly
you are your own freedom,
you are your own wrath.


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note: this is my entry for
Photo taken at Dencio's Restaurant in Tagaytay, over-looking Taal Lake

B&W Challenge: details of the body

(Un détails du corps)



"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.
Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend."
- Albert Camus [quotes]


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note: something simple for Black and White Challenge

Photo Friday: Thin

sometimes, i feel like i'm walking on thin lines
that my tendency to fall off is very steep
as i am no clown to be able to balance accordingly,
clowns do not walk on electric lines.
but if they do,
there is always a net to catch them.



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note: a random thought when you're not yourself.
this is my silly entry for this week's
It's October.. so have a fun Octoberfest weekend everyone!

trivia: unlike the Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany, which held this year's feast on Sep. 16th - Oct. 3rd [read], in Manila, it's a full-month event. So, bottom's up! };-}

uncovering what's beneath the silence

it started with two people
who marked their initials on sand


camouflaged beneath the lines
of their strenuous futile lives


whose darkness both were only what they see
marking the world's superficiality


and then a brightness slipped in
a shade that remained as a symbol


that there is something more
that there is something to look for


and what they found
was something that erased those lines


what they found have
placed all the darkness behind.


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note: this is the progress of both my illo for IF:Quiet and my life..

click last piece to view at flickr.

Illo Friday: Quiet

beneath the silence

beneath the silent waters
i hide
from the muddled days that pass
fast paced motion i can't catch
i wash my cluttered sorrow
untangling each strand
dying for a fresh tomorrow
holding on to my mind's command

beneath the silent wind
i float
carrying my thoughts to somewhere
putting down the option of running off
hauling my dreariness to flee
to gain satisfaction of what's enough

beneath the hidden volatility
i stir
in the quiet of my own being
nobody can shatter me
as i unravel what's beneath
my own existence
relentlessly..




530 x 700
MS Paint


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note: i havent made an illo in MS Paint for a while, so it took me about 4 and a half hours to finish this piece. pfew! now time to sleep...