poots'

Gaano nga kaya kasakit?
Kalimutan sya'y ‘di madali
Mistulang hangin di mawari,
Poot ba'y kailan aalis?

Ginawa na ang lahat,
Kinasa ang lahat ng laban
Ngunit puso ko'y walang alam,
Tumingin sayo ang laging agam

Kailan ba dapat matapos?
Damdamin pinuno ng galit
Kalimutan sya'y di madali
Pagmamahal kailan aalis?

Puspusan ang paghihirap,
Makamit lang ang pangarap
Pagbabagong hinahanap,
Parating na at magaganap

May nakilala akong pintor noon.

Nagsimula sa mga linya.
Unti-unting iginuhit ang bawat nadarama.
Pagmamahal sa isa’t-isa'y ipininta.
Hanggang sa binigyang kulay ang pagsasama.

Pwede ko bang gamitin ang ilang saknong sa iyong tula upang gawing inspirasyon sa nililikha kong obra? Ika niya.

Oo, huwag kang mahiya. Ibubuhos ko sayo lahat ng letra. Bawat titik, bawat taludtod ay iaalay ko sayo. Huwag ka lang mawaglit sa tabi ko. Ika ko.

Pula, pula ang kulay na nabuo
sa ating pagsasama.
Dilaw, dilaw ang kulay na
nagniningning sa iyong mga mata.
Asul, asul ang kulay na nagpapaalala ng
mga ngiting gumigising sa aking mga umaga.
Itim, itim ang kulay na tumapos at kumitil
ng ating ligaya.

Bakit nagkaganito? Unti-unting naglaho
ang ipinintang obra?
Bakit nagkaganito? Natabunan ng
poot ang ating pagsasama.
Bakit nagkaganito? Biglang nanlamig.
Biglang nawalan ng gana.
Bakit nagkaganito? Mga pangakong
binitawan ay nawala na.

Dumating tayo sa punto na
naging malabo ang lahat.
Nauwi lang sa wala, pag-ibig
ay tila hindi pa sapat.
Namumuhay ba tayo sa iisang
kwento at naging alamat?
Nailimbag sa isang libro na
kailanma'y hindi na naibuklat.

THE SIGNS AS ICONIC PEOPLE OF 2015
  • Aries:Guy Fieri
  • Taurus:John Cena
  • Gemini:Donald Trump
  • Cancer:Pepe the Sad Frog
  • Leo:Poot Lovato
  • Virgo:Bernie Sanders
  • Libra:Halsey
  • Scorpio:Drake
  • Sagittarius:Nicki Minaj
  • Capricorn:Taylor Swift
  • Aquarius:Natalia Kills
  • Pisces:Iggy Azalea
Humans in spaaaaace

Had this thought last night as I lay falling asleep. We have all these space-exploration-ensemble shows with a bunch of aliens each of which has some sort of super-human power, more or less. And humans are always given ~leadership~ as their special power. The ability to bring people together, to organize shit, and I always thought, like…what a shitty power. What a shitty colonial “you were a mess until we came in and saved you” power. Drives me nuts. Seems like if an alien species builds a got-damn ship that can fly through got-damn space they probably have their shit together, right? At least somewhat?

So then I figure, what is humanity got to contribute to all these super-beings? We’re just nonsense reckless critters careening through space. Seems like we’d be more trouble than we’re worth.

But what if…I mean, what if that’s us. We’re the universe’s huckleberries. We’ll run headlong into danger, and we’ll *laugh*. And what if…what if we survive and a weirdly abnormally high rate. Like any alien with two bits of math can put together that we should have wiped ourselves out a long time ago with the first set of “hold my beer, and watch this.” So what the shit, how are we still banging around the universe building shit and flying off solar ramps into the sun while doing some spaceship equivalent of an ollie while crushing beer cans on our forehead. Why. Why do we exist.

And then it hits me. We survive. We’re super good at it. Uncannily good at it. So much so that we…I mean, we actually bend probability in our favor. It’s absurd. And it totally falls flat if you actually tell us this (“Never tell me the odds,” said Solo, knowing full well that knowing the odds kills a human’s chances of survival).

So there we are. Careening around the universe. Joining alien crews because they know that with a human on board, especially a cocky human in some kind of leadership position, can warp probability to stretch success in their favor. And they can never ever tell us this. So instead they just pat our heads and tell us we’re just so good at ~leadership~ and that’s what makes humans special

But really…we’re just a bunch of space dinguses.

the signs as memes in 2015

aries: traitor stormtrooper

taurus: hobo and glunkus

gemini: if you’re reading this it’s too late

cancer: gun

leo: *looks at smudged writing on hand*

virgo: iii meme

libra: kinkshaming

scorpio: Dan Nicky your bobbie s

sagittarius: JOHN CENAAA

capricorn: rare pepe

aquarius: WHAT ARE THOOOOSE

pisces: poot lovato