Happy First Anniversary Blogfellows!!! CARPE DIEM!!!

We're One Year Old Now!!!

To My Narcissus: An Elegy in Three Verses

I would've loved you

More than you loved yourself, but---

Too late have I come.

- suri nahunte

Last 12 March, we turned 11 months old, dear blogfellows! We'll celebrate our 1st Anniversary on the 12th of April 2009.

Carpe diem!!!

Happy 10th Monthsary Blogfellows!!!

Keep those creative juices flowing...
Carpe diem!

two black holes in my astronomy class

by anne agustin

two black holes
not even a glint of light escapes,
not a spark of recognition,
not a pale flash of delight
just two dark,
deep,
and cold blackness
whose center remains a mystery
even to great Einstein and Galileo themselves
but pulls this helplessly falling heart of mine
closer and closer
as each second passes every MWF
and though i try to clasp the empty space around me,
those black holes,
those merciless enigma in the center of galaxies
are right there in the cold silent classroom
creating a swirl of starry delight
among the eyeballs fixed on him,
but I wouldn't ever be an ordinary galaxy star
for as each body swirls and spreads away
my heart stays close
and will even be closer next meeting

to Sir

UNWRITTEN

I want to write you a poem, but
Damn, I can't find a freakin' pen!

So I take a long, hard look at the paper,
Concentrating real hard on its blank-ness...

And, there, out of the senseless papery void,
Appear your naked body:

Sinewy, corporeal bundle of muscles;
Biceps bursting boastfully...

And I become Michelangelo working on marble,
My chisel bringing my David to life;

And I run my fingers along the contours of your thigh
('Til I reach that spot in the middle where virgins dare not look...)

And you become flesh and blood
At the command of my caress;

And I, your creator, want you possess you consume you...
'Til I could want you no further

And I go back to staring at this dreadful blank-ness of the paper,
Not minding anymore that I don't have a pen...

Just because I don't have a freakin' pen
Doesn't mean I can't make you a poem.

-Suri Nahunte

illumination

What if the night sky was as dark

as dark as the snow white floor

And what if the stars twinkled brightly

as brightly as a bog in a moor

And what if the moon didn't reflect

but instead absorbed all light

And what if this is how we perceive:

night as a very bright light.