Sometimes, the Best Things You Write, You Write by Mistake
Several of my most reproduced pieces came from rants I posted on The Sinukwan Gazette that I had no intention of ever publishing beyond that paper. I was posting on the fly, as part of a written conversation. Unencumbered by an "editor head," I got something out of me that I may not have otherwise. Keeping a journal of your thoughts on anything (not just the mundane details of your so-called life), or engaging in good online conversation, are great ways of learning how to write with freedom and immediacy. You'll be surprised how much turns out to be useable material. But i got bored of these lengthy rants. I shifted gears... to haikus. For the last 5 friendster months, all i did was post haikus for testimonials. neat, eh? hehe. Kinda thought of posting them here. Yes... another boring hour for me. Notice that they got name-titles, in memory of my friendster friends. Nyahahahahaaa!!! Read on and see, feel and experience... my crap.
Jonald
ONE declares a word,
Then I declare his word – wit
Is awe-inspiring
Anne
Roofed with aptitude
Docile, placid, immaculate
This gem.
Arose
Right before me - a
Wonder, and when did u get
Here, stunning lady?
Jing
Hush, a beauty – fixed
Eyes have disobeyed to blink
Before of you
Apple
Is it you or I?
The apple’s eyes staring back
At me, so I smile
Abet
Just numbered, faceless
Short message, I’m waiting for
A beep every day
Louis
This world where ardor
Is colorless - yet greatly
Yours dye my body.
Leo
Somber afternoon
Hay… must be you, dwelling in
My brainless cranium
Mikko
Slow night, I hustle,
But an amiable guise, glues
My eyes before his.
Louise
Forlorn darkness hours.
Her great wit and humbling charm
Turn gloom to luster
Anna
There, across the room
With inconspicuous guise
She strums, chaste, pure heart.
Ann Mariel:
All day long you will,
Behold, eyes smiling, you'll see,
An afternoon breeze.
John Manuel:
Jovial, I so beamed,
Index finger, enter key,
J.M. in my list.
*The following ones are the upshots of my relentless, eyebag-protracting 2am's.
Pee
Crossed legged, stock-still
Thirteen steps to rest room is
A mile long for pee.
Cat
I hit a cat by
The broom on its head, I think
I heard the mouse laugh.
*And this one, was, believe it or not, rejected. gashed my heart. I chose not to post the recipient's name. (*WHINES*)
Radiance gleams, somewhere,
I have seen magnificence.
Amid the foliage.
MORE TO COME. IL KEEP YOU POSTED.
