POETRY -------------------------- Once, It was a Garden
The old man stands on the winter dirt. It’s cold. He shrugs up his jacket against the dead wind and says: “I lost her a long time ago.” The bare trees, tangled arms. The gray sky, a dress.
“This was a garden once. These trees here were green and cast cool-slate shadows, this bench was wrought with ivy. There were flowers, here. Colors, thrown across the earth by the sun.
"She would take a white rose and place it in her hair, like this.” He holds up a twig. "Then she would talk to me. Her old man, her old friends, her old loves, the nature of love. The brightness of the fading stars. The beauty of night bridges, rivered forests.
“Really, a lot of things she didn’t know about.” He laughs. The twig slips out of his hand. “But I listened. I guess that’s what I always do. Listen and wait. And, well, it was a summer day and the sun rose high, higher, I'd like to think, than it had ever gone before... that was the day our lips touched. Over here. A sun-patch in the shade that made her hair glitter and dance, the sky toyed with her face.
"I remember leaves like burnt poetry. Autumn. The sun falling into gray. I remember: she felt like the sun, she tasted like trees, she smelled like flowers lingering in earth."
He stops. “So it was. Winter came. A look. Pity. Dried leaves." He sits down on the bench. "Anyway. Nothing more to say."
He leans over and picks up the twig. He watches it. He waits. -------------------------- Serenade You At Nightfall
If I poured down as drops of wine from a crimson heaven, Would your lips then catch me? And would it be to quench your own self-righteous thirst - Or, out of pity, to break my fall? [I have been inside you at nightfall]
Would you sway with me if I were the thunder that made your very feet tremble? Would you sing to me a lull song? Would you carry me across the darkness and devilish lies upon your back? [Were you strong enough?]
Just once I'd like to make you as weak as you make me- With trembling knees and my name spilling out of the breath you'd rather breathe for me... Oh, and if I could paint my love with words, I'd carve them into the face of the moon and make them shine. [A signal to kill the death of the night]
I'd give it all to be worthy of you, I'd never again slowdance with the tide, Or fly away on shooting stars! Just breathe me deep down into your soul, I'll curl up safe and warm inside your heart. [Don't leave me lost in your eyes at nightfall]
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
-Herm Albright
A symbolism of my new self. I tried to keep a part of the old me intact, but I realized it will ba a foolish thing to do,
like a tree trying to grow - and on the process of growing it loses its aged bark, from which a lot of things not to be forgetten should fall
and decay. I am growing, and this will be the encounters of my eternal uprising. Take a peek at my life.
The Profile
Name: Arch D.
Nicknames: The Math Gunner
Birthday: October 9th
School: Univeristy of the Philippines, Diliman
Zodiac: Libra
The Backstage
Fave Drink: Nescafe Ice
Movie: V for Vendetta
Songs: Chasing Cars
Singer: Snow Patrol, Panic! at the Disco
Book: Atlas Shrugged
Get Up - Ciara
Uh, yeah! Uh, ow! Uh, yeah!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara!
You said, "Hi, my name is so-and-so,
baby, can you tell me yours?" You look like you came to do one thing;
set it off! I started on the left, then I had to take him to the right.
He was out of breath, but he kept on dancin' all night.
Keep tryin, oh baby, but you just can't break the feelin' inside.
You know it, and I can see it in your eyes! You want me,
smooth as a motha*. You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me.
Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you.
I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat,
when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove,
ring the alarm, the clock is jumpin', now. So get up!
I said, "Ciara's on your radio,
everybody turn it up!" Spicy just like hot sauce.
Careful, you might burn it up. You can do the poplock,
ragtime, don't stop. That's the way you gotta get it to make ya body rock.
Keep tryin, and maybe, but you just can't break the feelin' inside.
You know it, 'cause I can see it in your eyes! You want me, smooth as a motha*.
You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me.
Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you.
I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat,
when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove,
ring the alarm, the clock is jumpin', now. So get up!
