Jan 25, 2012

Painting of the World

1 mga kritiko
Man woke up unenthusiastically. He saw the sky out of the bedroom window, peeling like an oil painting over a fire or wallpaper decrepit and old falling off the rotting walls of a lone house. He knew what today was. Today was the end of the world. There was no designated year or day or hour or god or decision, the world had just grown tired. The world was currently losing it's composure and all illusion that we may all be dead by the time the end comes. Could you imagine the people who might be alive when the world ended? But this was a peaceful end.

Man got dressed in his best suit for the end and walked outside with a backpack on one shoulder. Already the ground had thinned to a sheet that nobody seemed to notice, the trees had peeled like a banana, and buildings looked like the barrel of a jammed gun, after it'd been fired. Man looked up as a large layer of sky, holding a chunk of a floating white marshmallow cloud peeled over itself into a curled roll, revealing the black of nothing behind it. Man was not scared though. Man approached the sky and yelled, "Hello dead sky! It is I, Man. I will be joining you soon and you may trace the skies of wherever we may go, following me. I'll see you then!"

Man walked and walked as the ground surrounding him curled and drove forward, revealing nothing. Man heard the pained cries of the trees screaming, "Mother Earth! Cruel, cruel world! Do not kill us too!"

Man laughed at the futile attempts as he stopped and dug himself a six deep hole. He told the trees, "Do not cry, trees. For you know just as well as myself that this is Earth's decision and Earth's decision it shall be. I am Man and you do not see me fretting peaceful trees."

The trees stayed quiet but occasionally one would cry in agony and the peeling world's air was filled with whimpers of lost hope and deep sadness. Man looked up at nothing, and decided, it was time to lay himself. Man dropped into the hole and waited. Soon the hole started to tremble and the dirt walls about him curled. Man felt his own body peel and he knew exactly how the thin yellow paint in the home of his own had felt when a piece flaked and an edge developed. The edge weighed down the rest of the paint underneath and it would fold neatly into a strip that swirled ever so delicately.

First Man's skin went, and then the muscle, followed by bones and nerves, then his organs. All that was left for last was Man's mind. And the entire time of his short, and seemingly painless death, Man laughed. Man laughed and laughed and laughed. Man laughed so hard, he would've cried, but his eyes had peeled and the tears had peeled with them. Soon Man's mind peeled and the world sunk into a deep pit of nothing. There was no whole or space or shape or mass.

It was nothing and so nothing it wasn't, because nothing, is something.

Jan 23, 2012

Just Do It

2 mga kritiko
Sometimes you might want to say no,
eat a little more that just a piece of cake,
shout at the person who hurt you,
stand up for what you think is right,
but are afraid of what others might say,
forget about it all and just do it.
You may want to tell your dad he is wrong,
tell your friend that he is not the one,
just do nothing for a whole day,
leave something and pick something else,
but you are afraid of what others might think,
forget about it all and just do it.
You may want to give an orphan something,
help an old lady cross the road,
but are scared people might judge you,
as the girl who shows off,
and wants to be perfect,
forget about it all and just do it.
You dont have to be right all the time,
or speak according to other peoples scripts,
you can voice your opinion,
and say the wrong thing,
but remember to learn from the mistakes you make,
cause those who hate you will hate you no matter what,
and those who love you will love you no matter what.

Jan 17, 2012

I want those eyes

4 mga kritiko
Ask not how it came to be, you are what you are.
Go forth into the oblivion.
Perish in the abundance.
Hide what you know.
But when you can't recognize yourself don't look at me.
I see a flower in your soul.
I wouldn't dare admire it.
Maybe I would paint the picture of an innocent beauty
Destroyed by being conscious of itself,
And look at it, thinking, "Now that is stunning."

Jan 4, 2012

2012 The Gift

1 mga kritiko
As twenty eleven is boxed and shelved,
we prepare to unwrap two thousand and twelve.
Already predicting what we might or might not get,
knowing all to well that its never what we expect.
No refunds or exchanges, this offering must be kept
the only choice is simply to graciously accept.
Curiously we conjure up situations and solutions
justifying our presumptions with pacts and resolutions.
Waiting for the hand to strike. It's almost twelve o clock,
So we can take a peek inside this never ending box.
Finally it's time to tear off sticky tape and wrapping.
Reaching into possibilities, entangled and overlapping.
This ever changing gift, valid for one year,
the only rule included, is just hang on and steer.
Hopeful that my journey is packed with adventure and surprise,
And that all my thoughts and emotions can all be realised.
I'll leave you to unwrap your gift, to see what it will bring.
My advice? Be prepared for anything and almost everything.