Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Monday, May 16, 2011

DMB 143



Matagal kong hinintay ang
Dyip patungong langit.
Nang dumating na’y, pasakay
Pa lamang ako. Siya nama’y
Papalabas na.


Nagkatitigan kami at kanyang
Nasabi: “O, ikaw naman, dika
Pwede sumabit.” Nagkatinginan kami
Sa haba ng isang gabing saglit.


Umupo ako at niyakap ng titig
Ang paglalaro ng alam at agos
Sa kanyang buhok.


Umandar ang dyip.
At agad kong nasambit:

PARA!
Kabababa lang ng langit.


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