Sunday, December 30, 2012

neglected space


writing tragedies
in Dickinsonian randomness
vaguely credible
almost condescending
to all the trivialities,
morbidity magnified.

feigning courage
braving shame
overtaking yourself
from the elusiveness
of reality;
depersonalisation.

devoid of truth
such is life
my innocent youth.

~ RochelleVillaflor©2013
















Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Pseudo Philosopher

sitting out on the porch
in hopes of stopping
a deluge...
(nah, not exactly)
just a little too...
sophomoric(rather foolish!) to question
life and its purpose
betting my life away
on an afterlife
where my doubts rest upon
endless and empty
like a vast galaxy
pulsating in nothingness.

we can always argue
on the path analysis
of X,Y and Z
fully grasp
the law of causality
science, humanities and theology
methinks, can never suffice
our insatiable whys.

~ beautifulbruises©2012

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

wisteria

I am not my hair
Nor my svelte frame
I am not this fragile face
Of sheltered limbs and space
I am not an empty shell
who submits to society's blackmail
I am not my tattooes
Of false representation and
hidden taboos
I hang around as a flightless bird
not a tumbleweed, not one of the herd
A scorned woman
Whose truth cloaks her with strength
And a heart that grounds her to be human.

~ beautifulbruises©2012, RochelleVillaflor©2012

Saturday, October 20, 2012

suitcase

I will hold your hand
just like the first time
I will forgive you
like it didn't hurt
I will cling to your truth
like you never falter
I will unpack my suitcase
like I have just moved in
forget all my futile attempts at leaving
will you vow to keep us together?
will you stay?
or will you pretend just like me?
packing, unpacking
what a vicious cycle.

~ beautifulbruises©2012

Friday, September 28, 2012

emily

her short, succinct aphorisms
lacking titles, slant rhymes
"ambitiously classical for a Victorian girl"
reclused and reluctant
white clothing, somewhat a decided penchant
unorthodox
maybe a little deviant
she is my passion
a lifetime solace
my Emily Dickinson.

~ beautifulbruises©2012

Friday, September 7, 2012

Caffeine

gloomy sky morning
calls for a wee bit of contemplating
would be nice too for cannabis sativa
but hell, this organic herb is nonpsychotomimetic
breeds hypersomnia,, cause: idiopathic
I guess I'll settle with my cup of sugary caffeine
listen to weezer, survive Friday mundane.:)
~ beautifulbruises©2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Home



"I'm home."

Ironic how I often say these words
Like I have fully grasped its meaning
Is it nothing more than these structure,
Walls, windows, and ceiling?

I have always sought shelter
Built on stability and undividedness
Where love resides
Echoes of chimes and laughter

I have always wandered
Searching for warmth in strangers
Like a moth to a flame
A lost child inside a woman's frame

I have always bargained
Despite the stakes too high
With my torn edges
I'm barely worth a dime.

~ RochelleVillaflor©2012












Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Scent of Magnolia


it's too easy to walk away
leave her black and blue
it's too easy to come back
beg for forgiveness
like you care that
there's another one
on the way
like you could kiss them
aches and pains away
conceal the terror
within these four walls
you call home
it's not the same, Bill
she's not the same
she's grown a little discreet
a little cold and fearless...
but she'd cook you breakfast
just the same
she'd smell like magnolia
like the good old days
not reeking of fear and phobia
not feeling out of place
"you seem a little queasy, Bill..."
she muttered
whilst staring at him blankly
mapping out his anatomy in her head
"had the suitcase ready for your journey my dear..."

"No, hun. I'm not off to another conference."
as he looked puzzled.
she wasted no time
took out the knife
she had stashed from
her apron pocket
aimed for his throat
smiled at the look
of fear in his eyes.
"Hurting stops here. No more unborn
babies, no more cuts and bruises, no more bulimia, no more nasty names, no more."

~ beautifulbruises©2012









Wednesday, August 22, 2012

oh, me

i know i'm a bit unhinged
to be nostalgic
about my personal discord
where vulnerability meets
nonchalance
lost sense of reality
yet it's so real
reminiscent of my
deep, dark corners
my nervous breakdown.
not too long
after I let myself
crumble to pieces
I could start rebuilding
my empire
piece by piece
every little block
intricate, with such uniqueness
despite
the irregularities and incongruence
I would proudly call it my own
thick skin
resting on titanium spine
I am built to last.

~ beautifulbruises©



Thursday, August 16, 2012

i ❤ you



i love you
like sunrise
the warmth and comfort
i wake up to

i guess i caused you to grieve
i caused us to fall apart
now it's choking me
because i can't breathe without you
it's not that i can't find another you
it's easy
i just look at any guy
and i see you

I love you
like sunset
the pain and regret
i fall asleep to.

~ beautifulbruises ©

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Ana Erobic

the subtle coercion
asphyxiates just the same
the breathing room
with barely a hole in it
and a force
pulling like centrifuge
bone-dry ventricles
no CSF to fuel
my vertebrae refuse to arch
vasoconstricted, unoxygenated
inclined to squirm
my cell-mediated survival.

~ beautifulbruises©

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

the truth to a lie

don't look to me
for the truth
because it's ruthless
and I'm not strong enough
to be the person
who breaks it to you
I will never be the one
who could live it through
the numbing easiness in lies
from the cold glare in my eyes
look away
never thought I'd see the day
enclasped by a dark cloud
let it rain
let it wash away my guilt
lay my poor little weary head to slumber
thou hast never known tranquility
thou hast ceased to comfort me

~ beautifulbruises©2012
      ©RochelleVillaflor2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

Raggedy Ann

you wear him like you wear
your heart on your sleeve
he doesn't really fit right
a very tight collar
who chokes you to bulimia
stained pockets
and torn at the seam
you don him
like he's the coolest outfit
'distressed' fashion trend
that matches your smudged lipstick
smokey eyes highlights your gloom
he anchors his arm around you
as if he owns you
labeled you with his name
yes, you're right up
Tinseltown's block
gleaming glamour
Faux perfection!

~ beautifulbruises©2012, Rochelle Villaflor  ©️

Manila Hemp

you wear life
like a water buffalo in a carriage
face covered in mud and muck
from a long strenuous day at the azucarera
an old haciendero for a poor provinciana
que barbaridad!
may-december affair it is
but reality is crumbling like landslide
hits you with hunger pangs
and growing debts
farming gets you nowhere
crops have died as el niño hit
the Aquino's augmented the interest
thirty percent more
fourth grade in the barrio
won't get you a decent job
"if I cling to him, things will probably
get better."
high-end querida
ten thousand pesos a month
with seven mouths to feed
poverty stole your innocence
to trade your body
at an hourly rate
"if I do it more often,
maybe I'll get more.
then little Pedro can
go back to school
won't have to sell
sampaguita in the streets
no more."


~ beautifulbruises©2012, RochelleVillaflor©2012

Saturday, June 16, 2012

memento mori

half past three
she appeared to me
like the ghost in my nightmare
forewarning the doom
abound the stillness
of a memory
that sleeps, but rests not.
disguised like an angel
with the purity of all intentions
must I dare to question
the bearer of the seed
or the womb that succumbed
to breed
conceived out of compromise
she coiled the cord around the baby's neck
mourned her early demise
but the child isn't gone
I said a little prayer
from her shallow grave
I set her free
I am her waking memory.

~ beautifulbruises©2012








Thursday, June 14, 2012

polarities


bingeing cause me to be empty
the merriment of my intoxicated anger
purging fill me with such content
the joy of relief that moves me to tears.
my dark illumines just as much
as my spark obscures
'tis my sadness that brings me depth
'tis my happiness that gives me height.
~ beautifulbruises©







Sunday, June 10, 2012

134

i'm never bitter
never clingy
i gave way to her
when I gave way to you
the worst of all my fears
was to get caught offguard
just when I had changed
all my plans
moved to the city
with barely a penny
to be with a boy
who seem to be so carefree
I guess it's one of them days
when even a soft breeze
would make me fall over
a stare would pierce
through my soul
illuminate my dark
stitch up my tattered pieces
purge me
numb me
reset me
by default
~ beautifulbruises©2011











Saturday, May 26, 2012

My Philippines

I want change. And by that I meant, what I want to see is equality. When someone says Filipino, I want respect, not to be looked down on with disdain. Tracing our roots, the early Filipinos were not slaves/maids, thieves or prostitutes as others would imply. We were into fishing, jewelry making, pottery, and mining. We had our own little civilisation. We even had our own system of writing called "Baybayin / Alibata." Colonisation stripped us off our identity, pride and dignity. Over the centuries, we were slaves to our own country, marred by fear and trauma. We're a nation who knew life through struggle and fighting for our survival. 
I am not citing past occurences or using history as an excuse to justify the bad. But it should not be all black or white, let us not be easy to judge as we are all as bad as each other.
Today, I pay homage to my heroes; my grandpa, a brave soldier who fought for my freedom and survived,  "The Death March in Bataan" alongside other Filipino soldiers. And my nana, who, at 15 years old, lived in hiding for four years to escape torture and sexual abuse from the Japanese soldiers. She is my Anne Frank.
And as we celebrate Philippine Independence, Iet us take pride in our own achievements. It is good to honour other's greatness, but a shame to take credit off other's hardwork. Let us not forget that no one is a hero by association. We can't talk about wanting to see changes in our country but ignoring the little things we know we could do something about. Having said this, I got to go do stuff instead of yapping about it. 
 
~RochelleVillaflor©2012,  beautifulbruises ©2012

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

my blasphemy

i curse more
everyday
from unspeakable terror
of discrimination
the laws of the land
and the so-called upper hand
the lies about
the common good
from the tongues
of satanic pacifists,
preachy pedophiliac priests,
and the modern day pharisees
like cyanide seeping into
the bloodstream of humanity
asphyxiating our brothers
and sisters
to succumb or die
to be one of the herd
"thou shall not
yoke with unbelievers"
as it was written
speak no evil
follow his will
save your blood
save your life.

~ beautifulbruises©2012 , RochelleVillaflor©2012








Monday, May 7, 2012

sometimes...

sometimes I feel so nauseous
thinking about
all the sweet nothings
I know will eventually
end up in nothing sweet

sometimes I feel like my mum
so hardcore
a very self reliant career woman
who passed around men
like a karaoke microphone
smart, twisted and dark.

sometimes I feel like my dad
the emotionally crippled
who couldn't drive
without asking for directions
insecure, fidgety, temperamental.

sometimes I feel like a child
without a care in the world
who doesn't like to be told but doesn't
know what to do
hyperactive, innocent, reckless.

sometimes I feel like a man
shallow and easy
who desires without the ball and chain
get laid, wake up
get up and leave
an animal, simple.


~ beautifulbruises©







Saturday, May 5, 2012

marrowsky

wish I could collect my thoughts
write them down
so poignant and organised
not schizophasic randomness
wish it was so easy
as how I would perceive it
in my vernacular
but I get caught up
and become the blundering fool
that I am
at a loss
with spoonerisms in between
crazy jargons here and there
oh my idiosyncrasies!

~ beautifulbruises©June2012, RochelleVillaflor©June2012





Friday, May 4, 2012

Run


waking up to gloomy London skies
casting a shadow on my little spark
breeding narcolepsy
caffeine, exhale life into me
help me survive Monday mundane
take me away
i'd love a walk in the park
in Kensington or Richmond
but a Barclays cycle hire would be so much better
because I really meant escape
i'd fill your void
if you would cover up my tracks
leave no trace of me
gone forever
my soul set free.

~ beautifulbruises©2012










Saturday, April 28, 2012

poisoned apple

belittled
maligned
outraged.
moral decline, what do you know?
melancholic
powerless
doomed.
social outcast, who gives a fuck?
dead before I took my life away
of pain and painkillers
a nauseating cycle
merry-go-round
euphoria, my 5-minute friend
threw up and i am
down the drain again
unfathomed emptiness
of neurons and delayed reuptakes
clinical
psychological
emotional
you tell me.

Spring

spring--
so pensive yet transitory
a little breezy
a little warm
all the flowers start to bloom
but it makes me feel emptier
as there's just too much room
for consciousness
the bitterness
the aching
i wish i never had
and it's all mine to bear
nostalgia
my hostile companion
~ Rochelle Villaflor, beautifulbruises©
May 2010, Sutton Green


f*ck off

don't worry about me
i have a weird way of
getting around things
with my twisted theories
and false philosophies
i'll be alright
so, don't come around
asking how i am
you pathetic
consummate liar

~ beautifulbruises©
October 2010

no one else


what can i say
you blew me away
beyond my defenses
like no one else.
oh men, i've had a few
but no one struck me
quite like you did
you crossed the border
took over my heart and mind
left me with these earthquakes
and a yearning soul
a bit verbose in speech
but them words flail in the wind
like autumn leaves
all dried up and depleted
my spirit died-

Friday, April 27, 2012

Schwann & Ranvier

"It is so much easier to claim weirdness than beat my brains out trying to rationalize my behavior for acceptance."

As a child who grew up in a dysfunctional family, life was pretty tough. I never had friends because no one could relate to me, that's why it was very difficult reaching out to others.
They were always well-behaved and I wasn't. It was very frustrating that nobody wanted me because they thought I was strange. Well, yeah. I was, a little. If by it you meant cheeky, but not in an evil way. But I was more like the, ''let's hide grandpa's dentures before lunch time!" or "let's put nana's smelly knickers inside dad's lunchbox!"
kind of cheeky. Mwahahaha
I would say the most twisted stuff as a joke, (which I thought was really hilarious btw.) in my seemingly casual attempt at being social. And I would get the most repulsive look. Like, come on you guys, chill. I didn't really mean any harm! It was just my imagination that had, well, strayed a little too far. lol
But whatever, i still think most people have no sense of humor! ;D
I guess, that from being rejected most of the time, I have learned to love being alone. I have never known myself better; reached out to myself, met my own needs, became more introspective and discovered my truths and my art.
Music and poetry have kept me sane, my escape from reality. I was lucky to have been blessed the gift of transcendence in a certain way that prevented me from doing things that would break me or make me lose my sense of purpose. Life is way too complicated and worrying about it would not make it any simpler. If things go wrong, you can always turn it around. It's about choice and having the courage to live through the toughest times with hope and a good laugh. ;)

Thursday, April 26, 2012

C9 H13 NO3


Another day. Another ordeal. I always wake up to nothing, but feeling my days are numbered. My life right now is a bit placid. I am missing the turbulence; the arguments, the deadlines, the demands, all the little details that define my purpose. I am very certain that I am more effective amidst pressure. Comfort just doesn't go well with my personality. I guess I was born to squirm. Tranquility scored more as a threat to me than a sign of an evening repose. Like a looming shadow, ready to engulf its unsuspecting victim. Nothing beats a day spent at work, and then coming home tired, ready for a good night's sleep.
'Pleasant exhaustion' is exactly what I call it. :)
~ RochelleVillaflor©2011


The Great Escape

Your own flesh and blood
She got your eyes, you see
But she got her mum's stare
Methamphetamine robbed you off your senses
Turned you into Beelzebub
Slithered like serpent
Revelled in voyeurism
As she shivered in loathing
Slept with knives
Under her pillow
Confined in hysteria
Doodling ghastly images
Plotting her revenge
She murmured,
"To take you down
Or cut my wrist..."
That was her last resort.
~ beautifulbruises©


Ana Esthesia

Red ink on her
Onion skin
Under sheets of
Loosely woven fabric
Apathy
I beseech thee
Befriend me, embrace me.
Clear saline drops
Gushing from her
Pale blue sclera
As though pierced
Catatonia
Seize thy spirit
Hold me, own me.
~RochelleVillaflor©2012