Six Feet Under

Introduction : While preparing for a vacation last Friday , I found some old notes that I thought I lost long time ago. Some of them are very important to me, my notes from the first time I attempt to write, poems since high school that nobody got a chance to read, (thought) lost original manuscripts of “Journey in tune”, the untouched concepts for DTA “Inabel”, “Dalwang Dapithapon”, “Si Rizal, Bonifacio at Isay”, my “Silver-Luna” series (a bob ong novel mock up created based on my High School years) and my not so winning entry “Amherst Ureiqn” that got its way to the Neil Gaiman’s : 1st Philippine Fiction Contest by Fully Booked [well just want to pass some entries on various competitions] .

Those writings are so important to me, not only because of each letters reminds me some memories, ideas and dreams but also, they are the reason why I’m enjoying the craft (if not hobby). This made me what kind of writer I am right now, Free like the wind. I noticed that most of my works are written in Filipino. Well, like what I mentioned on my profile, I’m not comfortable and confident in expressing myself in English, however, starting to conquer thy fear wouldn’t hurt me either, so what if I would try.

Good thing to say there are times that a good teacher , an opportunity or a friend will help you achieve a certain goal, or in my case, help me go out of my borders. Abby (Abigail Nadela) and I wrote this piece almost six years ago, older than my younger brother. We wrote this on our Creative Writing subject (if my memory serves me right) facilitated  by Prof. Maynes.

(Last photo with abby---during our graduation photoshoot @ ROPERS)

We we’re “forced” to write a poem (freeverse) using the words that describes the color red. kahit pilit, we enjoyed it and the collaborative work came out great. Good thing I kept it along with my old poems… the last time I  read this poem was on my fouth year, while, again, cleaning my room before going to Nueva Viscaya. And then next thing happened was, i found this gem, eating dust, under my bed, alone….

Enough for the intro, Ta-dah!

SIX FEET UNDER

Brooke Looks up to the sky
As her blood flows patient againts her temper
Wearing a ribbon, red as wine
Wonder if she can be mine

But as I look straight to her eyes
There’s an inner war resembling inside
For me, it’s a warning of her strong liberation
Her inner peace and strength can’t do any fusion

Brooke looks up to the sky
reminiscing the past, experiences in prostitution
Wearing a flirthy lingerie, dancing at the midst of drunk men
Money and sex comes alarming, loud as a siren

After each tension, She comes home stressed and sore
Rememberingthe faces of those who used her
She bathe as she tries to remove a sudden memory
The remaining heat, hidden temper and provocative energy

She lasted almost three years playing with fire
and her hopes withered like a rose
To me, she badly needs love
Which she envy long to have

….Then now, Brooke was looking to the sky
Forgetting the past and ready to set fire
She asked me to give an end to her suffering
As a sudden silence came which hides something

She turned her back, headed up to the hill
gave me a sign that it’s almost her time
I painted the hot metal killer
And pulled hard the trigger

She gave me a sin as I engage myself in such violence
Now she’s six feet under with silence
After that, it gave me a chance to look up straight to the sun
Wishing I didn’t pulled the gun.