tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88577206782125085692024-02-19T10:38:59.273+08:00Everything Falls in AutumnA passage of the seasons when<br>
The last of spring dies<br>
And the cold winter creeps in.<br>
~AkiAki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-16267661048889534572010-08-29T20:19:00.000+08:002010-08-29T20:20:06.172+08:00Underneath the Transylvanian Moon<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Underneath the Transylvanian moon<br />words to my secrets are spilled<br />on a road by day overwhelmed<br />coupled by you and I holding hands<br />at the back of a pickup truck<br />on a canapoy of faded stars.<br /><br />Here a sliver of doubt trails along<br />as you kiss my phantom wounds<br />caress the frown on my face<br />to coax a smile that tugged<br />at the edge of my common sense.<br /><br />But, the dimmed street lights extinguish<br />the fear of moving<br />just a step beyond the moment<br />lest it scratch,<br />tear,<br />and bite<br />the fragile truth<br /><br />making a hoax of my vow,<br />of heartlessness;<br />nullifying our less than platonic love<br />we have declared<br />underneath the Transylvanian moon.</span>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-77772648435841293442009-10-20T16:58:00.001+08:002009-10-20T16:58:34.716+08:00Castle in AutumnShe stands desolate,<br />Her towers crumbling to the harsh winds,<br />Flags no longer fly proud<br />of kings that descend from Arthur's knights.<br /><br />Her foundations still stand<br />And yet, she is covered in moss,<br />Destruction at her door,<br />Left by him for another man's land.<br /><br />Time surrounded her with a moat<br />And a guardian that sleeps<br />To serve and protect<br />Until Eros comes and wakes.<br /><br />Autumn leaves pile up<br />Coloring her gray walls with red,<br />Waiting for a more worthy monarch<br />To conquer her ramparts worthy of Troy.Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-73344403493488974662009-07-21T18:34:00.002+08:002009-07-21T18:40:24.852+08:00Happy Birthday!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9fV2dFDdq8WSsFN5uXYd-zqM87khR8dK1VixFxSP01dFlsuQD3gGKHzfZ6CMR4-vhW69E66BOFoQsPDdvtupVlXRk8lXqgtcagEfYflACPIvTLbFCpZYK4aDeXqbvENfkNRiyHTPJ5s/s1600-h/anniv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9fV2dFDdq8WSsFN5uXYd-zqM87khR8dK1VixFxSP01dFlsuQD3gGKHzfZ6CMR4-vhW69E66BOFoQsPDdvtupVlXRk8lXqgtcagEfYflACPIvTLbFCpZYK4aDeXqbvENfkNRiyHTPJ5s/s400/anniv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360860967113799346" border="0" /></a>Don't forget to bring your poems!Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-29918816552466549992009-07-18T23:32:00.002+08:002009-07-18T23:51:24.736+08:00Blinking Lights and Think. "And that's the way it is"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Blinking Lights</span><br /><br />Heady with the sound of the bass,<br />She turns to run from the laser beams<br />Purse in hand, hair askew, she flees.<br /><br />The spotlight follows her out of the room,<br />It's brightness casting off her pale face<br />Installed to give her an ethereal glow and failed.<br /><br />Dark circles accent her eyes,<br />Visible under the neon lights<br />Alternatively blinding and illuminating her way.<br /><br />for <a href="http://totallyoptionalprompts.blogspot.com/2009/07/request-for-poems-random-stuff.html">Totally Optional Prompts</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Think. "And that's the way it is"</span><br /><br />I've been handed a blank sheet;<br />Told to meet paper and pen,<br />Given time and freedom<br />To answer, "Why?"<br /><br />Pause.<br />"Why?"<br />Silence.<br /><br />My brain tumbles and churns,<br />Grasping at an answer I already know<br />Yet have forgotten, standing motionless.<br /><br />"Why?"<br />Because.. that's the way it is.<br /><br />For <a href="http://memeexpress.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-thats-way-it-is.html">Meme Express: "And that's the way it is"</a> and <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/prompt-72-thinking.html">One Single Impression: Thinking</a>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-19287398030954238382009-03-30T20:25:00.002+08:002009-03-30T20:28:01.300+08:00CaveDark, Cold and Wet lives down where Light couldn't reach.<br />Limestone reigns all over the walls,<br />With Stalactite crowns, in Stalagmite thrones.<br />Here, Columns hold up arches that lead<br />Eventually to a Dead End or that rare Light.<br /><br />Crude markings decorate Palace ramparts<br />Of a Hunter in mid-hunt running away from the game,<br />Darting behind sharp rocks and scattered bones<br />That have turned into Shadows with a thousand eyes<br />Looking and searching for a way out.<br /><br />Moments flow and stop, measured in a broken timeline<br />Drawn by incapacitated limbs and ailing minds.<br />But Time drags out evidence with preserved Skulls<br />Kept with gemstones and diamonds dipped in Red Sand<br />That blinds.<br /><br />For <a href="http://totallyoptionalprompts.blogspot.com/2009/03/totally-optional-prompt-solitaire.html">Totally Optional Prompt: Solitaire</a>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-34581951660999020332009-01-28T21:27:00.002+08:002009-01-28T22:06:38.037+08:00IntersectionI am running away<br />from the road that used to seem so long<br />littered with an endless stream<br />of everything.<br /><br />Now the road<br />is a hallway, dark and gloomy<br />with nothing beyond and<br />all behind me.<br /><br />Wall clocks that dwarf,<br />count off seconds.<br />It's hands eerie, reaching out<br />with the Reaper's scythe,<br /><br />synonymous to the thump-thump<br />of my beating heart;<br />and I run, clutching my sides<br />up the stairs, the halls and<br />through the door. Still, it follows me.<br /><br />Escape eludes me<br />as I scramble for the exit<br />that fades, dancing away<br />from my fumbling grasp.<br /><br />It'll soon be too late.<br /><br />For <a href="http://totallyoptionalprompts.blogspot.com/">Totally Optional Prompts</a><br /><br />Okay, so intersection...<br />This came up as I was running late for class. It popped into my head while running, *ahem* I meant brisk walking, along the hallways. And then I wondered: What if I tripped and fell and hit my head really hard on the floor? Will I die? It was quite a morbid train of thought, really.<br />So this was born -- Time and death. Both things we all can never escape. =)Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-72297748051668379152009-01-25T17:31:00.001+08:002009-01-25T17:32:33.776+08:00If only I had timeIf only I had time<br />to write it down,<br />the words that elude me.<br /><br />I had them right here,<br />surrounding, taunting.<br />Then. . .<br /><br />For <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impression</a>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-2687120628404525932009-01-25T17:04:00.001+08:002009-01-25T17:25:27.265+08:00How to FallI met a clown,<br />Halfway through the circus,<br />On stilts, smiling down<br /><br />At me.<br />He asked, "Would you like<br />a balloon, perhaps?"<br /><br />"No, thank you.<br />What I want is to climb<br />up your stilts and see as you do."<br /><br />"Well now, little girl<br />let me consider!<br />If you fall, you'll be none the wiser."<br /><br />So he jumped off,<br />gave me the poles<br />and said,<br /><br />"Don't look down now!<br />Look far and wide,<br />to the mounts, the hills and countryside."<br /><br />But I did, yes I did<br />look down<br />and fell.<br /><br />For <a href="http://memeexpress.blogspot.com/">Meme Express</a>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-78497505741857462892008-12-18T07:53:00.003+08:002008-12-18T08:13:21.502+08:00DistractionBlaring music<br />coaxes the body to move<br /><br />Repetitive choruses<br />draw out the song<br /><br />Screamed profanities<br />bend the psyche<br /><br />Tacit insults<br />force callous retorts<br /><br />Lost repartee<br />harvested at wastelands<br /><br />A wordsmith<br />sidetracked to hystericsAki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-10973210475159134202008-11-20T22:23:00.002+08:002008-11-20T22:28:03.077+08:00For Voices of the UndergroundThese are for the poetry reading group of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bacolod City</span> - the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Voices of the Underground</span>. I haven't been active for so long that I feel rusty.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Forefathers</span><br /><br />It would be an honor for me<br />To take your hand,<br />And present to you the world of my time.<br />This favor that you ask of me<br />Is no chore but rather a privilege,<br />A task I shall take on with pride.<br />I give you this world.<br /><br />Much has changed, true<br />But some things have remained the same.<br />War, famine, pollution, disease,<br />Death -- humankind has yet to overcome.<br />So forgive me if I tell you fib<br />For the truth is, I am much too ashamed<br />To give you this world.<br /><br />-o-<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stilts</span><br /><br />Whispered half truths draw out our faults --<br />His guilt, her paranoia and my sin.<br />The final verdict dragged as nails<br />Scraped down an empty board<br />Gouge out his fault. Her obsession accused my misdeed<br />As a play written on a blank epitaph.<br /><br />Her blood color the field and her face,<br />The object of my worst nightmare,<br />Stare back at me with eyes empty and devoid of life.<br /><br />His flag flies, like a beacon of harm.<br />He bids my submission.<br /><br />My will fades and I surrender.<br /><br />-o-<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We dreamt of a world far too perfect</span><br /><br />We dreamt of a world full of possibilities --<br />One without unpleasant circumstances.<br />We dreamt of a world where dreams are unleashed<br />And nightmares are but trivial encumbrances.<br /><br />We dreamt of a world where opportunity spells success<br />And failure as a closed door making way for open windows.<br />We dreamt of a world unconstrained by the physics of mortality,<br />Where goals are easily within our reach, each blessed to endow.<br /><br />But reality trumped our dreams<br />And our lackluster lives undermined the make-believe.<br />Our visions were but delusions and we were ridiculously idiotic<br />To dream of a world far too perfect.Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-12382113056542439862008-10-16T00:11:00.003+08:002008-10-16T00:22:18.431+08:00MassKaraAnd as promised..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mask</span><br /><br />I found her under a mask.<br />A mangled corpse -- gruesome, bloody.<br />On hindsight it seemed silly<br />but I turned to her to ask,<br />"Who killed you, little lass?"<br /><br />She turned her head,<br />smiled and answered with a grin,<br />"For a boon, I give a tremendous task<br />to find my killer and unmask<br />who killed me, the little lass."<br /><br />Half of me jumped in surprise<br />Half, with glee undisguised<br />For how often does one see<br />A spectacle such as this --<br />A dead girl talking with a mission for me?<br /><br />On to the city I went where a festival commenced.<br />Man, woman, child wore a mask<br />Of hand painted smiles and a barrel of laughs.<br />I frowned, wondering which ass<br />killed the little lass.<br /><br />Boldly, I approached a street chippy<br />Wearing, brazenly, a mask and a<br />Gown too red, too racy.<br />Bravely, daringly, I asked,<br />"Did you kill the little lass?"<br /><br />Her mask, she took off swiftly<br />And there stood a child no more aged three.<br />In a voice so innocent, sweeter than any<br />she answered my once-valiant query,<br />"No, not I. Not I, surely."<br /><br />With her reply, all the others turned to look<br />and their mask, they removed.<br />Not one who I thought they would be.<br />My question, unspoken to me they cast,<br />"Did you? Did you kill the little lass?"<br /><br />It was then I realized<br />that I, I too, wore a disguise.<br />It shook me at how I couldn't see<br />the mask I wore so clearly.<br />And there, there ended my task.<br /><br />For it was I.<br />I killed the little lass.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Festival</span><br /><br />The city skies burn brighter<br />On flickering lights of gold.<br />The city folk come alive, with bold<br />masks and smiles of tales untold.<br />Merchants call to tease<br />The city's hunger willing to appease.<br />Walk, walk the city streets<br />Walk and dance to the frantic beats.<br />Smell the aroma of sweets and spices,<br />Of food once-raw -- cooked, flawless.<br />It's a night of fantasy, of make pretend<br />It's a night of imagination unleashed, unbent.<br /></div><br />If you're wondering why I have two poems for MassKara, it's because I couldn't decide which to write - the festival or that of wearing masks which implies identities. So here they are.Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-13540470534678441212008-10-05T12:17:00.003+08:002008-10-05T12:27:38.130+08:00On HiatusOk, I'm off for a week or so. It's a week before the exams and we all know how OC I can get about "studying". Or, well, <span style="font-weight: bold;">trying to study</span>.<br /><br />I promise I'll post my poem for Voices of the Underground when I get back. Voices is a poetry reading group that meets every Saturday. I met the guys yesterday and was chosen (by the ballpen) to write a poem for MassKara or Masks.<br /><br />I swear I'm posting a poem, okay? I'll be about the City of Smiles' October festival, <a href="http://www.bacolodcity.gov.ph/bacolod_masskara_festival.htm">MassKara</a>. Just click on the link for more information about it. I'm inviting you to go and visit Bacolod. You'll enjoy it, I promise. =PAki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-21074182872013354482008-09-23T21:00:00.000+08:002008-09-23T21:24:51.874+08:00Something to Share<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is an old poem that I found lying around unfinished. I decided that it was high time to finish it and here's the end result.. Now, I only ask for TWO things: 1.) for you to share your understanding of the poem and; 2.) criticize it. Please? ^_^ Thank you.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Archivists Farce</span><br /><br />Wisps of smoke sucked into a vortex<br />cloud the mind of an anxious complex.<br />Being of body, form and frame,<br />a figure cracked impassive to fame.<br /><br />Chaos emulated on a grotesque outfit.<br />Riot embedded on black skirts; scarlet alphabet<br />twist metaphors and cut the mind with halting wit<br />on a warped strain of a string quartet.<br /><br />Ancient scripts' articulated tragedies<br />befell on to the innocent's guilty lies.<br />Nominal diction contend Dantesque allegories -<br />a trait false gods and idols struggle to personify.<br /><br />Conflict with the demons redeemed this soul gone astray.<br />Genuine hounds direct back the real path of mischief<br />as blessings in disguise curse the wicked influence the way<br />devils, imps and fiends plague the diffident and ill at ease.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />For <a href="http://totallyoptionalprompts.blogspot.com/">Totally Optional Prompts</a> and <a href="http://memeexpress.blogspot.com/2008/09/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html">Meme Express Pick-A-Prompt #1</a><br /></div>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-38258696162224493522008-09-20T20:51:00.003+08:002008-09-22T20:19:16.576+08:00Invitation In LustDon't you see? She wants you.<br />Her eyes follow you as you pass by.<br />She licks her lips and moans<br />when you smile.<br /><br />Her hand strays close to yours<br />when you are near.<br />She presses her body to you, when<br />you hug her. I fear<br /><br />Her eyes tell too much<br />of her desire<br />to kiss your lips until<br />her touch sets you on fire.<br /><br />She means to make<br />you forget of your love for another.<br />She means to douse you in lust,<br />to take her as your lover.<br /><br />And thus, you are warned<br />of this succubus' charm.<br />Don't fall for it, boy. Ignore<br />her invitation to do you harm.<br /><br />For <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings</a>: #129 Invitation<br /><br />I am very much uninspired and.. and.. like a zombie, I am walking around with a blank stare. I need...something! Anything! So.. Comments and <span style="font-style: italic;">constructive </span>criticisms are invited. A warm hug and a steaming cup of coffee await you. Just click on the comment button. XPAki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-71384538391001246922008-09-17T20:58:00.003+08:002008-09-17T21:02:00.253+08:00UninspiredI'm <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> uninspired. And I have a theory for it:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The moon wanes and I<br />have a hundred poems to write.<br />The moon fades - nothing.<br /></div><br />Yes, I know. It's supposed to be a <span style="font-weight: bold;">haiku</span> but... <span style="font-size:78%;">it sucks</span>.<br /><br />Well, gives a new meaning to the word <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >lunatic</span>, doesn't it?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is oh so insane.</span>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-73781369930302081042008-09-15T23:40:00.001+08:002008-09-15T23:42:10.805+08:00SeedsThe demon came<br />and put a seed of doubt<br />in man's heart asunder.<br /><br />It's plan?<br />Mankind to conquer.<br /><br />The angel came,<br />flew down<br />and planted another.<br /><br />This time, a seed<br />of hope and courage yonder.<br /><br />Man was left to pick,<br />to choose, a side<br />to ponder.<br /><br />Which side will you take,<br />I wonder?<br /><br />For <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impression</a>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-36826533490645128222008-09-15T22:29:00.004+08:002008-09-15T22:43:16.976+08:00RainHush, hear the pitter patter -<br />Tiny raindrops on the windows scatter.<br />If you don't keep quiet you may not hear<br />Listen closer, hush now, my dear.<br /><br />Sssh..<br />Do you hear it now?<br /><br />For <a href="http://memeexpress.blogspot.com/">Meme Express</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">**Uhm, its the best I could do today.. to tell you the truth, I think I'm still a bit...... <span style="font-style: italic;">intoxicated</span>.</span>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-69958645899679532882008-09-14T13:26:00.001+08:002008-09-15T22:44:42.031+08:00CoffeeIf coffee can talk,<br />It will tell of success and victories.<br />Talk, coffee, talk.<br /><br />It will tell tales of defeat<br />Of loss, of damage, of failure and of injuries,<br />If coffee can talk.<br /><br />Tales of heartaches and moods downbeat<br />Of triumphs amidst difficulties.<br />Talk, coffee, talk.<br /><br />Talk of crossroads where lovers meet<br />Or distant love over vast seas.<br />If coffee can talk,<br /><br />It will tell of discussions and debates upbeat<br />Treaties signed and concessions to please.<br />Talk, coffee, talk.<br /><br />Tell of grand festivals or a feast,<br />To put the old and young minds at ease<br />If coffee can talk.<br />Talk, coffee, talk.<br /><br />For <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">**I'm not sure if this counts as a Villanelle. Hmmm.. Does it?</span>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-71489551344914573812008-09-12T22:59:00.000+08:002008-09-15T22:44:17.547+08:00ConversationI daresay, no one got it right.<br />I am no diseased mortal,<br />Nor am I a bloodied walking corpse.<br />I am not a monster of the night.<br /><br />I am not a child of the moon.<br />I am not a bloodsucking murderer,<br />Nor am I anyone's worst nightmare.<br />I told you, no one got it right.<br /><br />For <a href="http://totallyoptionalprompts.blogspot.com/">Totally Optional Prompts</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">**Yes, my first ever. ^_^ I hope I got right.. or err, posted in time, even.</span>Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-78691440532000520092008-09-06T18:39:00.000+08:002008-09-15T22:44:56.622+08:00Recurring Cycle<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Recurring Cycle</span><br />Flash Fiction<br /></div><i><br />No more, please. No more.</i><br /><br />Spasms rocked my lithe frame as another bout of pain washed over me. I gripped the flimsy blanket close to my chest, losing myself in my personal hell. My hands shivered, wet and clammy much like the rest of my body. I ground my teeth against the pain, closing my eyes and willing myself to ride the pain out. A wave of nausea followed and I could feel the bile rising from the back of my throat.<br /><br /><i>No, please.</i><br /><br />A guttural moan reverberated throughout the room, the sound registering in my ears. It was a while before I realize that it was mine. I pain had left my ears ringing but it has subsided, leaving me queasy as I anticipated the next wave.<br /><br />I gripped myself as I felt the pain staring to rise again. I flinched when I felt a warm, steady hand pressed to my forehead. I welcomed the warmth. My own skin was<br />cold and damp from the cold sweat that had broken out sometime after the pain went from tolerable to unbearable.<br /><br />Another warm hand touched the side of my face, coupled with a soothing voice. "Sssh. I'm here now, love." The bed dipped as he lay down beside me, enfolding me in his arms.<br /><br />A sob broke out against my stubborn will. "Please," I choked out the words. "Kill me now."<br /><br />Gentle caresses met my request. But it did nothing for the rising crest of pain that seized me. My body rocked and I hissed, thrashing as the pain crested.<br /><br />And then, peace - or something akin to it. The tiny prick of the needle on my arm was insignificant. It didn't register in my pain-addled brain. Perhaps it did.<br /><br />My eyelids felt heavy and my body was humming - peacefully numb. The pain was still there, only it didn't hurt as much as it should.<br /><br />His voice sounded so far way but I heard his sigh of relief. His hands were still on me, embracing me. "Sleep, Aki." he whispered.<br /><br />I almost didn't catch it. I smiled and mumbled in response, "I hate being a girl."<br /><br />His low chuckle was the last I heard before sleep claimed me, the pain now a mere dull throbbing at the background.<br /><br />~Fin<br /><br />**I posted this on my DA too. This is my first shot at this.Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-5793710797309622702008-08-30T22:06:00.000+08:002008-09-14T14:12:30.758+08:00On Peace and WarCeasefire? Bullshit.<br /><br />I saw a debate on TV today about the issue on what to do with the conflict going on in Mindanao - all-out war or peace? One of the topics touched was the ceasefire signed by both parties for the meantime. What's ironic is, almost 50 people died including children, women and civilians. Tsk, ceasefire my ass.<br /><br />I'm not on site, nor am I behind the scenes with this on-going war. I'm only a student viewing the news. But, I'm a Filipina student and that makes one hell of a difference. I could see how much this war is taking a toll on our country's economy. Oil prices are shooting up, the peso is going down, etcetera. Or maybe it's the other way around? Our plummeting economy brings out the war freaks - killing and looting.<br /><br />It seemed so natural for them to say that they now own this and that land by forcing the previous owners out with the threat of possible torture and death. It was almost with glee that they mention how their side defeated the other yesterday or how they have driven out the other away from the place of power. Ah, bloodshed makes me tingle. My insides feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about that bullet lodged in my enemy's flesh.. sweet sweet murder.<br /><br />Heard about the butchered 2-yr old kid? My knowledge of their religion (or even mine, for that matter) isn't as extensive as some. But I'm pretty damn sure no man/woman with a heart and who fears God or Allah can stomach butchering an innocent child.<br /><br />On the question of peace or war, I strongly believe that peace is definitely the way to go. War, even used as a means to an end, is still war. Both sides will lose and ultimately, our Motherland will go the dogs.<br /><br />This is the 21st century, people. We are not cavemen who solve problems by eliminating the other force. We are learned and educated individuals who, for thousands of years now, have had a system of communication. The era where grunts and growls punctuate our actions are long since over... Unless you're still stuck at the Stone Age in which case, you need some serious schooling. Peace! ^_^vAki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-29664098216877022722008-08-09T22:17:00.000+08:002008-09-14T14:12:02.303+08:00On Writing and that b*tch, Writer's BlockI've been staring at a blank screen for the past hour. I have nothing to write about. My day was eventful, yes, and yet I couldn't find the right words to put them all down.<br /><br />There! Three sentences and I have officially exhausted my knowledge of the English language.<br /><br /><blockquote>I've got a bad case of writer's block<br />And, no, I'm not on crack...<br /></blockquote><br />See? Lame. Tsk. Anything to make it rhyme. Besides, writing about (blogging, really) writer's block won't make it go away. Or will it? I need to surround myself with people who have something important to say.<br /><br />Anyway, on to updates! I have decided to start writing fiction again after my short stint on poetry. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to stop writing poetry anytime soon. It's just that I have no ideal topics in mind, plus I'm not as inspired to write as I was earlier this year.<br /><br />So yeah, fiction. Here is a list of what I'm currently working on:<br /><br />1. A collaboration with a friend on his series, Blood and Gore. Chapters will be written in alternate. This means that I write the odd chapters and he writes the even chapters. We started it off as him writing both Chapter One and Two as they were written before the idea of collaboration came up. I am now trying to finish Chapter Three to no avail.<br /><br />2. A Part Two of my character, Captain Nicolette Joanne Blanchfleur also known as the Scorpion Rouge (Red Scorpion), leader of the Scorpion Rouge Mercenary Group. I left Part One of her story hanging because I love cliffhangers. *evil grin*<br /><br />3. I have decided to try my hand at formal writing. Although I am a firm believer that too much rules constricts creativity, education does not hurt.<br /><br />..and there ends this uh, how should I say this? Uneventful? Crappy? Not even worth blogging about? (What? Come on, tell me.) post.Aki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857720678212508569.post-67265865227336548962008-08-07T00:23:00.000+08:002008-09-14T14:11:31.750+08:00BusyYes, yes. I'm new.<br /><br />It's still under construction so please bear with me. Things have been pretty hectic lately. I have an unending pile of rubbish to sort - unfinished homeworks, half-baked projects and such. My notes are strewn everywhere and hell, I can't even find my calculator! XDAki Nominalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13458239428487532554noreply@blogger.com4