Note: Ekphrasis of Edvard Munch’s The Scream, After Linda Pastan’s Carnival Evening. This is a poem I wrote when I was in college, but I tweaked it a bit

Despite the golden waves of high noon,
Rushing through the painting with the eye of vivid sunlight,
Two strangers in the background were no more
than whispered shadows beneath the soundless eternity,
identities lost at sea.

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Why should I look a liar in the eye? 

Note: Found this in an old notebook. I wrote this when I was in college. It’s about a friend who betrayed me. Maybe I should revisit this idea and write another piece on it. 

I hope you’ve properly convinced yourself of your innocence.
I hope you’ve properly convinced yourself of your lies.
I hope you’ve properly convinced him of your lies.
I hope you’ve properly convinced everyone of your lies.
You had to lie to me. You thought it was the right thing to do.
Without your lies, you couldn’t trick me to forgive you.
So go on and lie because you can.
Go on and lie because I’ll let you.
I’ll let you become what you truly are.

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Fiction-ish: Clueless

Note: This is a response to a writing prompt from Writer’s Block by Jason Rekulak. The prompt is “Spark word: clueless”. I don’t know if it’s a short story piece or it’s like half story but half essay. Maybe it’s the start of a fiction piece.

There was a man who was cluelessly driving around Lunta Park. Seeing Rizal’s statue, his eyes widened. When he passed by it again, he expressed the same amazement. He was on his artist date, a concept he read about in Julia Cameron’s book The Artist’s Way. For a few hours each week, he was supposed to do something for his inner artist, and for this week, he chose Luneta Park.

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Wishing for a Self-Help Guide for Literature

How I wish there was a book, an article, or a blog that will recommend stories and poems that will help me whenever I am going through specific problems or will help me learn something. There’s like a list. To learn about empathy, read this novel or this poem. Something like that. Like a list of life lessons, social issues, aspects of human life, and the corresponding novels and poems that tackle those things.

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Descriptions of a Messy Room

Note: I recently reread my 2010 diary, and I found this entry. The entry itself is messy, but some parts are interesting.

I am here at home, and my room is a mess. Crumpled white green tissues piling up beside old sick tapes of pop gaudiness. Trying to discard my tasteless past, but I realized I can’t let go of Mandy Moore, what more the others? The trail of tissues end as the trail of clothes begin. Where the hell is my hamper? All the clothes sleep beside the trash can. The clothes and the trash mingle, and I have a sinking suspicion that I have mistakenly thrown out some clothes thinking that the trash can was the hamper. Papers flying everywhere, like that Harry Potter scene, except that was joyous, or I guess a bit torturous, not knowing where all of those letters came from, knowing they are all yours, and then someone tries to take them away from you.

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Business Idea: Deliveries Sitter

I want to buy online, but one cannot schedule deliveries. What if the delivery guy arrives and no one is home? To remedy this, I thought of a business idea that I would never actually create (haha, as always). So here’s me sending it out to the universe, fully willing for it to be stolen. My idea is: deliveries sitters.

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