The gentle words
Have done their job
The flutter of
My heart has stopped
Eon that was
Three months of wait
Tired tension yields
To strange, new pain
While pulp punctured
By jarring stab
Instead, I am
A crumpled wad
A puddle on
A rainy street
The miry wet
Seeps slowly in
I’m drowning in
What could have been
“What’d you get?” mom asks.
My younger brother silently holds up a copy of Debra Fine’s The Fine Art of Small Talk.
I begin to explain his book choice, but my youngest brother beats me to it.
“So he can become a better conversa-”
“So he can become a better socialist.”
On white space
Feel the rhythm
Of ink on a page
Write the time
‘It’s been a while’
I’ve so much to say
Like window bars
Hear the pain
Better than ears
Know the gush
Of drops undone
Better than anyone
I began writing this back in September, during a time of painful, self-inflicted stress. I can only thank God’s goodness for parents.
Behold: blackout poetry!
I came across some pieces on Pinterest today and, after doing some research, fell in love with the idea. Artist and writer Austin Kleon created the process and calls it
"poetry made by redacting the words in a text with a permanent
marker, leaving behind only a few choice words to make a poem"
Box the words you want to keep – checking that their order makes sense – and blackout everything else. So creative, and still so simple. Naturally, I grabbed a few sheets of newspaper and a black marker and sat down to try my hand at blackout poetry:
I accidentally blotted out part of the “a”!
I’m so glad they were given a special reason to smile today! Kudos to Pacman and those who made the screening of his fight in Tacloban possible. How wonderful to see a little thoughtfulness go a long way!
I hope they know we continue to pray for them.
You were so beautiful, Lola. Your love, selflessness and patience were never absent; not once in my life did I see you get mad.
In so many ways, it was so difficult. I have yet to experience anything more emotionally painful than this night, twelve months ago. But I know, at least, that you are no longer in pain. And I hope that you can see us today, so different from the people you left behind, and feel proud of who we have become. I hope it is close to the same feeling I get whenever I think of you.
You were a blessing I did not deserve and I thank God for watching over you now in a way we never could. Never will I forget you; always will I love you.
Peanut butter and I go way back.
A family favorite, I grew up eating the stuff. If there was ever one bread spread we couldn’t go without in the house, that was it.
Back in my elementary days, whenever hunger struck in the midst of doing homework, peanut butter sandwiches were the go-to snack. Continue reading
Last summer, I was on the hunt for an old folk’s home to collaborate and initiate a community service group with at school. Though it turned out that finding a suitable home was harder than I’d anticipated, the hours of research and unsuccessful appointments finally paid off with our visit to one old folk’s home last month.
It was late morning when my friend and I visited the home, which was a reasonable drive from school. Continue reading
Well, no, but it certainly has been “a while”. “A while”, in this case, directly translating into “months”. Dear me. I think it feels longer though.
Oh, here it comes, you’re thinking. Another excuse, right about now.
And okay, looking back at some of my most recent posts, I’ve realized how often it just so happened that I fell prey to the evil publish-hindering odds. (Oh wow. Was I really that ridiculous?) So I couldn’t blame you if you’re expecting another one right now.
But fortunately, it’s not coming. Instead, I’m coming clean: it’s not you, it’s me. Continue reading
Before you lunge at me for yet another tardy Project 47 post, hear me out: the wordpress.com site (and the internet in general, for that matter) decided to be painstakingly slow last night!
So yes, you see, I would’ve been Sunday-night right on time this week. But with the technical difficulties and all … (okay, so I realize it’s not the most remarkable of reasons, but still perfectly understandable, don’t you think?)
Er, anyways! With that aside, I’ll be frank: I really must be coming off as some full-of-empty-promises kind of girl, which is downright horrible. I have therefore resolved to take advantage of the 4-day weekend by writing and publishing a blog post in the next few days!
My mom brought home a brand-new Nikon Coolpix AW100 the other night – in all its shockproof and waterproof glory – so of course, I was eagerly waiting for an opportunity to take it for a spin.
Since my little brother wanted to got for a swim yesterday morning, I decided to join him and try out the new toy. I’d initially planned to lie down on the floor of the pool and take a picture of my brother as he glided on the surface for this shot, but of course, the result wasn’t exactly picture perfect.
Then again, I’m not one to complain about accidental pictures that turn out well.