Note: from a prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha. Jan. 12 prompt: write a letter to an artist
Dear Julia Cameron,
I did the exercises in your book The Artist’s Way, and they’ve healed me. I don’t know what to say to thank you. I am also a teacher, and I hope that someday I will have a job where I am teaching your creativity course. I want to also make my own creativity course. I want to do something that’s nuanced to Filipino culture. How did you come up with your idea? You said it was just trial and error. Could you elaborate?
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Note: A friend gave me a writing prompt that said write about being chased by a killer. This is a work of fiction.
I was running through the night because she was going to kill me. The balut vendor on a bike just passed me. He did not even care that I was running like mad. He even whistled at me and said, “Makakaabot ka pa sa MRT. Hinay-hinay lang, sexy.”
“Tangina mo!” I screamed. “May gagong humahabol sa akin!”
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I can’t stand how much I have to please this feeling,
When I’m all about control,
Because the curls in your hair can run rings around my fingers,
And I don’t know how not to fall in love,
When you’re taken, you’re taken for life.
I’m going to write love poem after love poem,
If it can expel the lust in me,
And I’m surprised this happened at all,
Because I never cared about you,
Until I saw you sipping coffee and looking away from me.
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*Note: This was inspired by a poetry prompt from The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano
You were around seven years old when you had a birthday cake with mini balloons. The small balls were propped up on hard plastic straws, looking like psychedelic trees planted on a land of chocolate. You squirmed as your mother asked the photographer to take one more picture of you and all of your smiling guests. When your furrowed brow, your pouted mouth, your hunched position was finally frozen in time, your mother let you go. You dashed to the cake, uprooted one bunch of mini balloons, and put them in your mouth. Blech! They weren’t lollipops; they were plastic. You had cried and desired for nothing.
It was a month before your tenth birthday, and you knew that for the first time you wouldn’t have a party. You were sore about it because you thought your mom didn’t have money for it. Fast forward to when you were 22: you visited your cousin’s grave, saw the dates on his tombstone, and you realized that he died one month before your tenth birthday. Car. Turned turtle. Him through the windshield. He was 19 years old. Kuya Paulo, blood! Ten-year-old you tried to cry when your mother told you the news, but until today you blame yourself for not crying hard enough.
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She feels like a memory,
Like that old classmate,
Who’s in all your photographs,
Your arm around her shoulder,
Yet you don’t remember,
Why you laughed so hard.
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Note: This is a work of fiction
I have something to say, and I wish to just be very truthful when I say it. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I know that what I will say will hurt, and I’m sorry.
I want to break up. Over the months that we’ve been together, we’ve had our clashes, and I don’t want any more of them. I have made mistakes, but you have also attacked me and hurt me. I appreciate that you have apologized for some of those things, but I feel like your blow ups will just happen again and again, and I am not emotionally stable enough to handle them.
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Wrote when I was 11 years old
Have You Forgotten
by Age of the Diary
We wanna tell you
That we are true friends
We wanna tell you
That we’ll be here up to the end
We wanna tell you
That we care
But when sorrow comes, were you there?
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