Everything was muffled into silence. Even
the tiny contraption that had always signified life on the other end was still.
The only vibrations detected by my eardrum were the memory of the quivering
acoustics of your breathing the night we last slept beside each other and the
reality of the curtain blown wildly by the indifferent wind. The ashtray where
I had laid my last stick of the moontime exhaled fumes, and flashes of your
mirage filled my eyes and became a white shadow of Phrixos swimming in a sea of
illusion of our bodies in smoke and constellations...
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Posted by xtopherdelax |
What are
you doing? You don’t own me. You don’t own yourself. Don’t talk to me about
pride, ego, self-respect, self-love, or whatever the fuck. You say you lost
your self-esteem. You see, it’s probably because you damn love yourself too
much. Don’t tell me about order versus chaos. Words are mere fucking words,
infinite, desultory, illusory, spoken incantations, written dramatizations,
gestured ostentation. I am chaos, you
say. I am the perfect manifestation of distraction, clad in a symmetrical human
anatomy that is not even close to Vitruvian...
Posted by xtopherdelax |
Words,
How have
you been? Where did you hide yourself when you were so ashamed that I felt
ashamed to have turned my back on you? I wanted to break you for not giving me
enough and for giving me too much in the wrong chances, false places, forgotten
time. You see, the better half of words has gone missing for a long time now. And
I found myself looking at people as if they own you, Words, and I can’t take
you with me, back to my solitude of smoke and liquor.
You probably got tired of
me, of my loneliness, of my rage, of my rigmaroles,...
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Posted by xtopherdelax |
constellations float in the dark,
underlining your face,
italicizing your eyelashes
with their lights beaming
through the leaves,
bowing down
to the gravity
that pulls my lips to trace
the rubious threshold
that exhales the whisperings
of your aching anima—
transcending science,
from physical to the metaphysical,
to the cosmic pursuits
of our paphian gestures
and gung-ho kisses,
breaking the fourth wall
of our phantasmagoric overtures.
xtopherdelax 2...
Monday, November 23, 2015
Posted by xtopherdelax |
“We might make love in some
sacred place
The look on your face is
delicate.”
—From “Delicate” by Damien Rice
The
storm had waned in the morning and left its marks on wrecked spider webs—the
webs the old trees had welcomed like the nests the birds had built to nurse
their hatchlings. A spider appeared from a tree hollow. It crawled through a
twig hanging five feet above the ground and started weaving a new web. A
skylark came to rest on a higher stalk as if to spy on the spider as the wind played
a symphony of waves on the leaves surrounding...
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Posted by xtopherdelax |
Tirik na tirik ang araw nang suungin ni Mang Ando ang maalinsangang lansangan bitbit ang monitor ng videoke. Kailangan niyang maipagawa ito bago pa siya tilian ng pinakamamahal na unica hija. “Dahil naman dito, sisikat din si Donna. Minsan lang magkaroon ng ganoong katinding interes ang anak ko. Kung ito ba ang makapagpapaligaya sa kanya e.”May kalahating kilometro lang naman ang layo ng pagawaan ng electronic appliances mula sa bahay nina Mang Ando. Alanganing mag-jeep pa siya. Hindi rin naman ito makalulusot sa makipot na eskinita mula Perla...
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Posted by xtopherdelax |
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Sonny Boy Cruz, 49 taong
gulang, Pangulo ng Pilipinas
General Mateo Guinigundo, 62
taong gulang, Secretary ng Department of Defense
Max Rosario, 48 taong gulang,
Executive Secretary
Christopher Moderno, 50 taong
gulang, Secretary ng Department of Foreign Affairs
General Miguel Meraño IV, 45
taong gulang, AFP Chief of Staff, tahimik at matikas kumilos
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