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By valdec_ at 2:37am

Of November 24, 2015

 
Let me tell you about the chills

Your lips brought me

Under the strobe lights.

It felt like electric dreams

So wet it would shake

Even the whole of you.

 

 

On the dance floor

You made love with nothing

but your mouth– and your tongue

Tangled with mine as

We tasted each other

That September night

Right on that same Saturday

I got dumped by this other lad

I fancied myself in love with.

 

It felt like soaring,

These hips attached to yours

As if they are one

Made me feel as though I was Eve–

That Eve before she took a bite

From that forbidden fruit

That fell from the heavens

And rolled on the ground.

 

Innocence

Was a foreign thing–

Your gentle fingers

Wound themselves

through my silken hair

And travelled through my back,

Now arching as you peppered

My skin with soft puckered lips.

 

I traced your face with my hands

Wondering where I happened

To find you in the middle

Of all the ruckus–bodies pumping

With adrenaline and music

Loud enough to blast

Through soundproof walls.

 

It was of sheer fate,

To have you bump shoulders

And lips (and probably a lot more)

With me that night–

 

Was out of pure loneliness

To have myself grab the lapels

Of your musk-scented shirt

As I drank the essence of you

In that one hell of a kiss

No stranger can ever give a woman.

 

 

Or perhaps it was because of alcohol.

That snarky little bitch

Which makes for the life of the party.

That night…it was exactly that.

You were my party and I was your life.

 

Oh how we enjoyed ourselves that night.

 

And even now, months later

I still think of you… wishing

That maybe I will run into you

Randomly, along the streets of suits and ties

Where you’d ask for my digits.

Properly, this time.

 

I still think of you sometimes.

 

Your mouth. Your tongue.

Your hands.

 

 

And the way your fingers

Interlaced with mine

As the clock chimed its farewell

 

 

Leaving the thought of You and I

On the dance floor

Under all the strobe lights

 

 

In the place only I know where to find…
In here…in my mind…

 

 

In memory.

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Mad Love by Valerie Joy Decrepito

 
Do you remember that time?
We met at a corner

And there you told me
Come with me for a ride.
And I did~

Down to the end of the street

Where you took advantage of me
And somehow,

I liked it.
Those feathery kisses that whisper

The promises

You never regretted to break.
But it was okay because

I fancied myself in love

With all of you.
With those bloodshot eyes

And jagged smile

With your closed ears

And threatening lies.
With everything

You have to give.
Your psychotic, sickening love

Drove me to madness.
But that Love, too,

Was alright.
(If that was all it took to be with you

In every single way.)
Your smudged black circles

That covered your eyes

So pure

I could see galaxies.
They never can see what truly is inside you.
But I can and I do.

Because I know you well enough

To thank you

For every painful joy

You have given me.
Perhaps they are all right

When they say
“You and I-

The worst

But the best

Partners-in-crime-

Will never have a good afterlife.”
Perhaps,

They are right when they say

Going down under

Was the path meant for us
But those didn’t matter.
If I was to sit on the throne

Down under

Where you are the king.
Do you even remember our last time?
When you sent me

that tall flower in a vase

And told me to get well.
I just knew right then and there

You will return to me

In due time

And continue this

Sweet, mad, passionate love–
Because I am the only

Partner in crime

Who will unceasingly

Enjoy your low tides and high rides.
-vdecrepito

Wonderland
I fell–

Into Wonderland.
Down into the rabbit hole

Where impossible

Became its opposite.
I met you–

You in your garish clothes

That speak of trouble.
It was blinding.

Yes, it was blinding

Like a kaleidoscope–

Crystalline and complex

Like your heart made of stone.
I was drawn to it

Like a magnet–where ‘polars’

Attract–and

Maybe I was stupid. 
Indeed I was

To have let you in just like that.
The clock was ticking

And you chased me like that hare

Running out of time,

Giving me that cheshire smile
That made me fall–

Hook, line, and sinker.
The way your lips held mine

As I struggled to breathe

While we bicker.
Bicker our way into each other’s minds

Into each other’s mouths,

Into each other’s clothes.
Drink me, you said.

And I did.

Oh how I’ve regretted it. 

 

You make me feel like the

Red Queen

Asking for that innocent swine to fly,

Being catered to whim by whim

Until I realize all

Who I held dear

Have their heads served for me in a platter.
It was horrid,

like my pedantic eagerness
But I cannot be saved anymore.
I was at the heart

Of Wonderland…

Wondering if I am already mad…
And sometimes, wishing

To still be that little girl in blue

Daydreaming only about

Life outside the box.
And not actually be out of it. 

-valeriedecrepito

Words by Valerie Joy Decrepito

I shall keep the words

You once said to me.

They will be all that I have left

Of you.

You will never amount to anything,

You say.

(I could probably use this against you,

Someday.)

I used to always think

You were superior.

But unluckily,

My thoughts are always

Better than the truth.

Your almost-rotten body lies

Lower than the grave of the

Gallows-maker.

(Bless your heart,

I say.

Bless your heart for

I pity you strongly.)

 

You are constantly

Quick to judge

But you always forget…

“Even the damned books

Have intricate eyes, my dear.”

You remain devouring

Sour grapes that might’ve

Gone bad already,

Because you’d rather eat them

Than your own words

Which will probably cause

Your very demise.

Someday, you’ll see through your own web of lies and realize I wasn’t the reason why you aren’t with your own son. Someday, you’ll be forgiven by all those people you have shunned because you envy them. Someday, you will realize that no one will be there for because you have never been there for anyone. Someday, you’ll admit that I was already somebody even when you were a nobody. Someday, you’ll hate all the good things I’ve done for you and your family and you’ll realize that the person you really hate is no one but yourself. Someday, my dear, someday, you’ll love and thank me for finally  proving you wrong.

P.S.

I figured this is a safe place for me to write about someone who I once respected and won’t ever respect again in my life. Thank you for making me the center of your life for over a year now. I haven’t been thinking about you, but you would never stop talking about me with  your peers and family. Without you, I would never be as strong as I am now.

And yes, I am talking about my witch of an aunt.

Yesterday, I found these three poems I wrote two years back. I think I based these poems from a book entitled “The Art of Seduction” which was left by its owner in the condo I was living in while I was studying in UP Diliman.

It’s actually nice to know that I’ve always liked writing poems.

One. The Unrequited

By the iced river ’til it begins to thaw

That nymph most damned saw you,

Staring at a Parian marble statue.

One thinks you do not know

Your own self’s seen in the melted snow.

How often purse your lips as you kissed the nonexistent?

How often plunge your arms as you clasped naught?

Such coquetry beckoned you to close your eyes,

Making that nymph most damned mourn

As the pendulum swings,

Leaving you unborn.

Two. The Siren

Perhaps as the fisherman’s ship goes by

You’ll look back, lured by my voice

Of honeyed silver, of ochred gold from which

The pirate’s treasure now lay below sea-sand.

You and I, we lie in unsure heavens–

Our longing, drifting like anchorless vessels

Lost on straight courses—waves and strings

Crush lodestones, pitching us to and fro

As cannons fired salutes to the rosy clouds in the sky.

And perhaps, yes, perhaps,

The rays of my lord, the Sun,

Would turn us both into foam upon the water.

Three. The Rake

I mark my spot in this padded cell

In case you decide to go back and fix me.

I wait at one side of the world, the

Sanctuary of my saccharine hopes… I dance

For the memory of lips and hands,

Gab and calm, wampum and edam.

I let you whisper of sunset and tomorrow.

These dreams so lucid,

They hightail to one of the hearts you stir.

Oh love, my love,

I ask,

Do you even remember?”

It has been more than half of a month since I last posted in this blog. I haven’t had any interest in writing these days. I have been literally running at work. It has been a whirlwind for me. I don’t know if I like the small change in the store and the big change in the management. But I know I just have to work around it. There is no use moping around because of change.

On a side note…Tonight I write because I am sick. Tonight I write because I have watched almost half of the first season of Raising Hope. Tonight I write because I feel like I haven’t really made the most out of this long weekend. Tonight I write just because I am bored. (And YES, the last reason is the real reason. LOL)

Just a few minutes ago I asked my friends Pam and Maria to give me random words and these are what they gave me: Love, Meat, Fireworks, Brown, Bag, Towel. (I figured I could incorporate these words in my next 5-minute poem.)

For awhile I thought

it was Love.

The kind where you

see Fireworks,

the kind where

Warm Brown eyes

could see right through

your paper-thin soul.

For awhile I had thought

Meat was murder.

Little did I know

that there is a killer

Inside us.

We are brainless

Cannibals

That feed on our

Decapitated, selfish selves.

For awhile I was thinking,

“What if?”

What if  turned out to be

 a Bag full of

possibilities,

So endless, I could

get everything,

All the things I need and want

like a Towel and a kiss.

What if dreams are reality,

And this so-called reality

Is just a dream?

Would have I even lived?

April 2013 poem

It’s not as good as I wanted it to be. In fact, it’s far from good. But this is all I could come up with.

Seven Deadly Sins

by Valerie Joy Decrepito

And I hear you whisper

“How intrepid this life is”

It’s almost as if you’re

Convincing yourself,

Willing yourself to believe

In all the lies

The gods less fair fed you.

And I saw you look back,

And turn to a disfigured pillar.

With rain pelting outside

It’s no wonder how the earth

Tastes this salty.

The musky aroma of the ground

Will serve as a memory

Of your drunken stupor

under the limelight.

And I ate my own words

When I defended your honor

And tell them all

“You have nothing.”

When you have all the things

That the finest gold piece can buy

And those that it couldn’t.

One grain could feed many

And all they needed was a flask

Was it really too much to ask?

And I thought I touched you,

In ways no physical contact could

But I was just naïve,

I did not even think

Of your natural demands.

I have long forgotten about

Your penchant for self-gratification,

In this war of the flesh

I will never be the champion.

And I smell fire

Coming from the dragon’s lair.

You told me you’d killed it, blue-eyed boy.

But have you, really?

The beast flew out, spiraling around me.

Taking revenge, it lashes its tail at me

Then I saw only black,

It could not stop me now.

Not even if it has the same cerulean eyes

As the boy I had once loved.

And I tell you watch out

For the wolf that may attack our sheep

But you never listened.

Wasted the day away,

Doing naught what I have told you.

You finally got up though

But there was all crimson.

It’s way too late now,

All I could see was

This wolf wearing a sheep’s grin.

And I hear you whisper

“How unfair this life is.”

It’s almost as if the gods

Haven’t given what befits you.

It’s almost as if the gods

Had not made all your petty lies true.