Showing posts with label LITERARY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LITERARY. Show all posts

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Prince Paolo and the Seven Haikus

By Prince Paolo

I

Your mouth is so big

Your body is much bigger
Oh, let’s burn your bangs

II
This is the latest
Among my other last sems
Should I graduate now?

III
Oh you like him, huh
So hunt him down in Econ
Oops! Your eyeglasses!

IV
They'll give me a cake
But I heard it's a surprise
I'll act nonchalant

V
Let’s make love, all right?
I’ll crush your skull if we don’t
Buds, in your car. Now!

VI

I’m obsessed with you
And your smile and Chinese eyes
But they say you’re gay

VII
I have this desire
Everyone would be open
No pun intended?

Euphorium

By Alex

Red on white. Blood on inner thighs. Hands over crotch area.

“Don’t go. Stay in there.”
But it can’t.
Red on white. Hot on cold. Blood on tiles.
The girl was panting. The girl was screaming. The girl was crying.
Saliva bubbling, seeped out of her mouth. Tears smudged her eyeliners.
Cubicle so dark. Window so small.
Mirror was utterly clean. Sink was spotless.
Blood smeared on the gray, metallic cubicle wall. Blood stained her long, flowing skirt. Blood dripped on cold, white tiles. Blood dispersed in the blue water.
Blood flowing, debris floating.
It’s over.

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“Don’t go”

His hands are like vise on her arms.
“Let me go!”
Blue car stifling her raised voice.
“Stay with me”
His voice dripping with sex. Cold air gave the chill over her spine.
“If you let go of me, then I’ll go…”
Her cheeks hot. His groin feverish.
“But I won’t let you go”
“Then I’ll stay”
His tongue jabbing her mouth.
The girl was panting. The girl was screaming. The girl was crying.
Saliva seeped out. Eyeliner smudged.
Car so dark. Windows too clear.
White on white.
Sin smeared on her inner thighs. Sin stained her long, flowing skirt. Sin dripped on cold, leather seat. His sin dispersed in her water of life.
Sin flowing, lust soaring.
The seed has been planted.
It’s over.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Pamanyubli

By D' Ref

Today, we start celebrating the anniversary of Aslag Online! Today's two poems dedicated to Aslag Online is just one of many special posts to commemorate the feat from today until April 22. So visit Aslag Online daily and enjoy the updates specially prepared by the Aslag Online Team. Mag-comment kayu ne!

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Macamateng cataimican
Ibat queng papel a mesucsuc
A mesalicut queng suluc
Papel a mecalinguan
Siualang ali mepaciramdaman

Ibat queng pamanisip daring talentadu;
Binage da queng nanung mumusu
Kabira, mepacirut la reng miyembru
Queng susulung cahun, liningun la

“Syapo! Online ne!”, ara.

Melabas ing metung banua
Asneng cadacal binisita
Queng bawat suluc ceti yatu
Queng bawat linabas a panaun
Residenti man o alumni
Misanmetung ing siuala
“Ali mu para cecatamung dili”,

Magpasicang gulisac da!

Miaslagan: Mesilo, Mekabalu, Miakit

By Emerlinda

Sasabe ya keng pali ning panaun
Mapali, asasangap balamu alimum
Mabilis, kakalat anti mo ning rabis
Ing bayu, ing luma, ing tsismis

O nanu abe, miaslagan naka ba?
O makamulala ka pa rin ken at manulu wawa?
Makiaslagan naka!
Magkwentu, mangalat, magnakbag kakilala
Mamara, magmayabang, mangutang, mangilala


Tau mang abroad, Tau ring Pilipinas
King Aslag, andyang nokarin, makapisabi, makapagkilala
E mi na mo intindyan nung anak ka pa o matwa

Basta’t balu me ing lawiwing Kapampangan
At manalete keka ing dayang Aguman
Aslagan muku, Aslagan daka, Mipanaslag kata!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Simbang Bengi

By Herald's
Originally published in the Christmas Aslag, AY 2004-2005

Cabang lalapit ca quing luclucan cu
Carugcarug ya ing cacung salu
E cu balu nung bakit o nung nanu
Anti cu mong ating buring sabyan canacu

Peunan da na ca pin mang magsalita
Uli na ning maulaga ya ata
Ding laue mu gagalgal la pa
At piadian mo ring quecang salita

Saquit a panandaman sibucnan cung isalicut
Dapot e cu balu nung macananung gumulut
Uling lugud a metipun maluat a panaun
Binaui mu quing metung a gatpanapun

Mipapulai cu quing quecang sinabi
Macatapilan cung inisip ing mipalyaring iti
Angga na pin man quing pamanuli
Quiquiac cung magdilidili

Panyung tatalnan icua nang mebasa
Uling alang patugut tutulu ing lua
Taglus0taglus quing eran alang sala
Pasbul binuclat, migducmu, ginaga

Bie ala na pin mang casilbian
Anti cu mong caban a mipanacauanan
Masanting namu’t ating cacaluguran
Kasaup, kayabe king beyatan

Caibat na nita micabieng pasibayu
Muang panandaman, ena mipacalalu
Mas masanting mung bage siguru
Ing makaadya para quecatamu

Yanapin man ing mipalyari
Meging mayan ing pamikawani
Pareung sinulung a e sinisi
Matahimik a bie ing denasan tamu ngeni

Pasulung ing panaun pasku daratang
Tumagun cung misa quetan pisamban
E ca marine guiang ditac man
Inya linucluc ca quing canacung uanan

Ing misa miras ne quing ‘Ibpa Mi’
Bubulung ca, Oyni na ing cacatacutan cung dili
Yacu naman, nga cung cinabi
Ot ecu agad inisip ing mapalyaring iti

Cacurap cu mitatatalan na cata
Eya talan e mcaquilala
Nune anti ya caring mipalsinta
A e miquiquit maluat a maluat na

Anti cata mong micaintindi
Ining gamat cu e mu ne binili
Saya ing panandaman at e sinisi
Uling mibalic ca canacu quing Simbang Bengi

Saturday, November 17, 2007

A New Sem Has Begun

By Kenshin

As I stepped down
From the roaring jeep
I was suddenly awashed
with sunlight --
quite blinding --
but no pain.

A new beginning,
I realized, as I started
Up the flights of steps
leading me to the familiar
sight -- always the same,
but never identical.

Lots of posters, reminders and instructions
That a fool may be weary of
but not me -- us
These are the instructions
Of another life to be filled
within the bounds of
flying weeks.
Yes -- flying -- so soon
So fast.

Tip, tap, tip, tap
Feet resounding --
The sound so ghostly as
it was before --
Of the weeks gone bye
and papers fading away.

It went through the procedures
My head needing a cure --
Computers buzzing; people drifting by
I'm on my final track.

I gave up the paper I
held so dear --
Just to be ripped apart
and put in a bin
Following the maze --

So here it goes,
A new beginning as
the end was finally closed
My money held ransom
For my precious piece
I'm happy -- a new journey,
Will now begin

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Unrequited

By San Lucinio
Originally published on Aslag 2004-2005


My friend I have to tell you
Please sit down and hear me out
What I say is something that
You would never dream about

It’s not my fault I couldn’t help it
But what I say is true
Though it’s highly unlikely
I have fallen hard for you

Now that I have started
Please don’t try to interrupt
My confusion is heart wrenching
I’m sorry I can’t be abrupt

The moment we have shared
And tears I have shed
I know I’m not in your heart
I’m just in your head

You try to cheer me up
Whenever I was blue
Though what you gave me was enough
But still I wanted more

You care for me as a friend
With me it’s not the case
You see wherever I go
I always see your face

And now that I have cleared my soul
And bore my heart to you
I know that it will take some time
For me to start anew

My broken heart I must amend
With what, I don’t know
My life has lost its meaning
I must put on a show

And show that I am the same person
You know or you thought you knew
And here our friendship I must end
For I have fallen in love with you

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