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The space that eats the silence between us longs for a reprieve: you breathe, I tap away - these seconds are a chunk of eternity. The tables – ah, the tables. They envy us as we swivel, atomo no - we dance: atomo starting and ending in awkward stance. Strange, isn’t it, how these papers, neatly stacked, look at us: offering letters of resistance that we cannot speak of. Notice how your eyes shine in glass walls. Notice too, how my palms clasp the table finish. My will (never) breaks. (virtual) Conversations are of the past; some tell me they kill. So does your sigh. The space that holds (your) anger, never falters. I shut down, you sign out. Tomorrow, awaits. atomo - english. para maiba naman.
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The space that eats the silence between us longs for a reprieve: you breathe, I tap away - these seconds are a chunk of eternity. The tables – ah, the tables. They envy us as we swivel, atomo no - we dance: atomo starting and ending in awkward stance. Strange, isn’t it, how these papers, neatly stacked, look at us: offering letters of resistance that we cannot speak of. Notice how your eyes shine in glass walls. Notice too, how my palms clasp the table finish. My will (never) breaks. (virtual) Conversations are of the past; some tell me they kill. So does your sigh. The space that holds (your) anger, never falters. I shut down, you sign out. Tomorrow, awaits. atomo - english. para maiba naman.
You’re currently reading “Opisina Blues,” an entry on alab ng panitikan Published: Hunyo 30, 2011 / 6:21 hapon Kategoriya: Tula Mga Marka: awkward , blues , english , office , opisina , poem , space , Tula
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Blogroll Adam David Anton Dulce Bikoy Villanueva Carlo Cielo Carlos Maningat Danilo Arao Kapirasong Kritika atomo Kenneth Guda Kilusang Mayo Uno Lara Mendizabal Leon Dulce Luis V. Teodoro Roland Tolentino Tine Sabillo
Mga alaalang lumipas, balikan Enero 2014 (2) Disyembre 2013 (1) Oktubre 2013 (1) Agosto 2013 (1) Marso 2013 (2) Pebrero 2013 (2) Enero 2013 (1) Nobyembre 2012 (1) Setyembre 2012 (1) Hulyo 2012 (1) Hunyo 2012 (1) Marso 2012 (1) Nobyembre 2011 (1) Setyembre 2011 (1) Agosto 2011 (1) Hulyo 2011 (3) Hunyo 2011 (11) Setyembre 2010 (1) Agosto 2010 (1) Disyembre 2009 (1) Nobyembre 2009 (3) Oktubre 2009 (2) Setyembre atomo 2009 (7) Agosto 2009 (5) Hulyo 2009 (2)
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