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Pink Wall

Your memories hang on my wall;

on my pink wall

on my dirty pink wall

No.

not dirty

just, well-

dark;

a sad kind of dark

perfect for rainy days

At least you created something perfect.

It’s on my wall.

on my pink wall

on my pink sad wall

 

Your breathe

Your smile

Your stares

It’s all hanging

Like a washed laundry, hanging

a dying orchid, hanging

a pair of earrings, hanging

a necklace on the neck, hanging

a choked neck;

on the rope, hanging

 

Just like your love: hanging

And it’s all on my wall

On my pink wall

On my pink

sad

wall.

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In Betweens

Dizzy she was

 

So as we climb

You held her hand

You shared the weight

To keep her stand

 

Freezing she was

 

So as we stop

You hugged her tight

To keep her warm

And fight the night

 

Headache she has

 

Sat with her

Pressed her light

She closed her eyes

And turned to right

 

And in between

 

I was nothing

But a scared thing

I was afraid

And was lonely

 

Selfish I was

 

Wanted your warmth

Your care, your touch

Wanted so much

Your bounty heart

 

But in between

 

Your stares I have

You look at me

When I do smile

When I do laugh

 

And in between

 

You tease me light

You call my name

Stood upright

We share the sight

 

Oh! In between

 

You give me things

Stick to stand

A mug for warmth

A stone to rest

My muddy heart

 

So why would I

Be scared and sad?

You she had

When strength she lack

 

So why would I

Be scared and sad?

When in-betweens

You give me life

 

 

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Thoughtless

If life is just a blow of dust

If life is as swift as sand

I’ll sit with you no matter what

I’ll sit with you till we’re tired to rock

 

If life would grow and fade

Like a candle which melts away

I’ll make sure I’ll be with you

We’ll brave the storm away

 

If life would mock

If life would suck

I’ll hold your hand and close my eyes

Burst out my tears and prepare to smile

 

Cause if loving you

Would take my life

Then I’ll love you more

So we’ll share one life

 

 

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Kulu-Kuluan: Scene 2

SCENE 2

BABELYN: (Papasok sa kusina, hawak-hawak ang cellphone, seryosong seryoso ang mukha, magtitext. Papasadahan ng basa ang tinype na mensahe.) Meseyj-sent. Ayan.

(Biglang papasok ang dalawang anak na naka-uniporme na. Nagsisikuhan. Agad n’yang itatago ang cp.)

DAMSEL: Hi Mama.

BABELYN: (Naka-simangot)

DAMSEL: E may sasabihin po si ate e. (Sisikuhin ang kapatid na halatang nagulat)

BABELYN: Bakit? Naalala n’yo na ba?

RANA: (Kakamot ng ulo) Ehhh. Opo eh.

BABELYN: Oh, ‘yun naman pala eh. (Pabulong) Gusto pa nagagalit ako eh.

(Ilalahad ng dalawa ang mga palad sa tapat ni Babelyn)

BABELYN: O ano ‘yan?

RANA: Mama, baon po namin. (Ngingiti)

DAMSEL: Sorry Ma, nakalimutan naming magsabi eh. (Hindi makapag-salita si Babelyn dahil sa pagkayamot at dismaya)

RANA: Mama, ano na po? Male-late napo kami.

BABELYN: (Madiin) Wa-la a-kong pe-ra.

RANA: Hala Mama, garabe ka naman. (Tatalikuran ni Babelyn ang mga anak at magpapaka-busy sa mga hugasin sa lababo habang bumubulong)

DAMSEL: Anong sinasabi ni Mama?

RANA: Ewan! Basta ang alam ko may pera yan eh! Nagbayad na kaya si Mang Kusing kahapon. Hmp!

BABELYN: Wala nga akong pera eh! Diba binibigyan ko naman kayo ng sobra sa allowance n’yo? Dun muna kayo kumuha.

DAMSEL: E kasi Mama e.

BABELYN: Kita n’yo na! Gustong-gusto n’yong makipag-date, e WALA NAMAN KAYONG PERA! Hay nako!

(Sa puntong ito ay papasok ang isang lalaking 5’11 ang tangkad. Moreno ang kulay ng balat at may katawan ng isang atleta, kitang kita ang malaking pagkakahawig nila ng bunsong anak)

RAPHAEL: Allowance ba mga anak?

DAMSEL at RANA: Papa! (Hahalik at yayakap sa ama)

RAPHAEL: O ito nang allowance n’yo. Tig-isang daan kayo d’yan.

BABELYN: Tig-isang daan?! E bente lang naman pamasahe ng mga ‘yan balikan ah?

RANA: Thank you Papa! Damsel! Tara na dali!

BABELYN: Anong tara na- tara na? Tirahin ko mukha mo dyan eh! Akin na ‘yang pera.

RANA: (Ngunguso, kakapit sa braso ng ama) Hala, Papa o.

RAPAHEL: Love, hayaan mo na.

(Sesenyasan ang mga anak na lumakad na. Agad namang hahalik ang mga ito sa Ama. Lalapit din sana sa kanilang Ina upang humalik ngunit ilalayo nito ang pisngi sa kanila, naka-bungisngis pading aalis ang dalawa.)

DAMSEL: Ba-bye! Magmahalan kayong dalawa!

***

Itutuloy

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PERFECTLY DISFIGURED

Have you ever read a painting? I just did. Hours ago.

I’ve always dreamed of visiting an exhibit, that’s why I thought of making a congratulatory entry about this young artist for making that dream come true. She took Fine Arts Major in Advertising in Technological University of the Philippines, Manila. From the girl we once mistakenly called by her twin sister’s name back in LRT station, (LOL) she became the painter whose hand strokes and style are being admired by many. She is Johanna Helmuth, and she is Perfectly Disfigured.

                        Jeanine Helmuth, Johanna’s twin sister told us that this Johanna don’t really draw                                nor  paint back in high school, but because they don’t wanna part ways in college,                                  their Mom decided that she take Fine Arts in TUP, Manila since Jeanine would                                          pursue Education in PNU.  (If you know how these Universities are located, you won’t                             ask why. Chos. Hahaha!) (Photos taken from Johanna Helmuth’s facebook account)

DISFIGURED

ako na

 Do you remember the time when you tried to connect the limbs of a broken doll? Or when you connected the breached lace of your rubber slipper? Oh! How about when you tried to solve a jigsaw puzzle? These things, they were broken. Yet you were able to make them whole. They were messy, yet you created something out of them.

“You make them beautiful. You make them just like you.”

Well, this is how I view the whole “disfigured” concept of Johanna’s exhibit. On her paintings, she shows the dark side of human behavior by using rough strokes and edges, she paints them dull, but here’s the catch, despite these, she makes each portrait interesting. And I think it’s something innate and natural. You know, some kind of an artist instinct, charot! Hahaha! Mema lang si bakla e ‘no.  

But hey! Here’s the catch again! LOL. Unlimited catch ata ito since nobody catches me. Harooot! Hahahah.  But here we go. Sometimes we easily see the light when it’s dark, right? Sometimes, we see who truly cares when we build up walls. Most of the times we realize what’s important when we don’t have anything. What was that saying again? Opposite attracts.

This young artist makes us understand what she really wants to say by showing the exact opposite of it through her paintings.

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FULLY-FIGURED

Seeing a painting is like reading a poem, telling a story, and watching a play. There’s always something to find out. If you cannot read without letters, the tendency is, you will never be able to follow the road signs. If you cannot travel without your feet, you can never reach one’s mind.

I hope you can answer when I ask you this;

Have you ever read a painting? ‘Cause I just did. 

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The exhibition was Presented by Art Verité Gallery with cooperation with The Working Animals Art Projects

For more inquiries contact
Art Verité
Telephone: +632 9151982
Mobile: +63 9173296273
inquiry@artverite.net
www.artverite.net

 

 

 

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Marry Me

Marry me!

 

I’ll offer you a ring

Then wear it on the ring

It may not be a surprise

But I’ll accept the prize

 

Marry me!

 

Never been touched by a female’s kiss

I know how virgin you’ll be

But let me do it right

Let me ignite the fire

 

Marry me!

 

I’ll have the world agree

I may not have any to offer

But soon you’ll see

I can bear you a child, which HE- can’t give

 

And that’s when you’ll surely thank me for saying

 

“Marry me.”

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Hey Butterflies! Wanna ask for your opinion. What do you think is the story behind this poem? 🙂 Feel free to comment! Enjooy!

 

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