The Oracle: April 2005

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Trespassing

I will let you go for now. I cannot help you this time around but I'll be waiting...

Trespassing

You left the lights on again...

I tread through
the floor that doubled
as your closet space,
carefully weaving
my way through the
empty coke bottles
and scratched CDs
you buy everyday.

My foot grazed
a stack of worn books
you taught me to read
and I tripped,
landing on the carpet
I took hours to pick
only to be patterned
by cigarette burns.

I lay still
staring at the
signed poster of
our favorite band
before pulling myself up
on the bedpost
you normally hung
the cap I gave you.

I sat on the bed
and stroked the stain
that you attempted
to get rid of
countless times
with bleach that
only ended up
wrinkling your hands.

I stood up
and approached
the switch,
longing to touch it,
remembering all the times
I disturbed your sleep
and begged you
to do it for me.

Instead I turned
and retraced my path,
resisting the urge
to leave a sign
of my trespass,
even if it was just
a simple act of
switching the lights off.

For you.

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posted by Rax @ 19:52

Chasing the equal sign

"Love is a response to values. It is with a person's sense of life that one falls in love -- with that essential sum, that fundamental stand or way of facing existence, which is the essence of a personality. One falls in love with the embodiment of the values that formed a person's character, which are reflected in his widest goals or smallest gestures, which create the style of his soul -- the individual style of a unique, unrepeatable, irreplaceable consciousness. "

-Ayn Rand

Chasing the Equal Sign

We are two parallel lines
that meet while sitting down,
our foreheads touching
like the sides of a triangle.
We trade thoughts through
this illusion of an apex,
and I, in awe, notice
that there is precision
in the subtle ways
you hold my hand.
Your eyes dare me
with mathematical equations
that only have one right answer.
The angles of your mind
rest on black and white premises
that form a concrete
wall of syllogisms that
mock me every time
you speak my name.
You are undaunted and unabashed.
Even so, I smile
at all these numbers
streamlined to fit your life
knowing that this is the only time
I can meet your eyes
without having to calculate.
For when we stand,
our foreheads will no longer touch,
the triangle will shatter and we
revert back to parallel lines
that will never meet.

I am left to face the incongruence of it all.

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posted by Rax @ 19:50

Scab(bed)

Finally, I've started writing again. I hope the writer's block is gone for good. All I had to do was think of the tip of a pen. . . hehehe

Scab(bed)

Tap. Tap
goes the pen
aching
to flip over
and touch
the page.
held
back, back
by this bulwark
in my mind.
The ink in
turmoil
swirl, swirl
at the edges
insisting on being
heard just this once.
Scratch, scratch.
How slow it starts.
First a trickle -
of
thought
punctured by
rapid scrapes
that blot into -
pictures that
bleed, bleed
these words:
Shaking in delirious anticipation for the proverbial gasp of a full stop.

I fall
back, back
watching the wounds scab.
if
I'll
let
them
scab.

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posted by Rax @ 19:46

knowing but not intervening...

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Name: Rax
Home: Makati, Philippines
About Me: I am many things: aspiring poet, advocate, lawyer, with a good grasp of reality. I am also passionate when it comes to chasing dreams. After all, a childlike imagination is just something I cannot outgrow. Which is why I write(...and refuse to give up anime, fantasy novels and video games... :P)
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