Illusion

Lucid Dream
Mary Edeza D. De Leon
August 22, 2009

I dreamed of having someone
with the same brain wave length as mine or longer
though I wasn't sure if that's even possible.
Someone who's nice, patient
and willing to give way
though I haven't encountered one.
Someone who can bear
my unbearable mood swings,
Crazy dance, tricky tactics,
constructive criticism
and face me, head to head,
toe to toe, hand tied.
though I know they're rare kind.
Someone with a prominent backbone,
integrity and muscled body as a bonus,
values other people
without neglecting himself,
kicks a pot, never his wife,
a hand that helps and support
not scare and scold,
possible though I don't know anyone.
Someone with a brain and humor
that can make me laugh till I fart
but knows how to handle
serious, deep conversations.
I know one person.

Then he started walking up to me
and his frame starts engulfing me
alive, whole, breathing...
There are two,
then there was one.
His face wasn't clear
as it lit up, reflecting what he feels.
I swam through his whole being
and I found nothing but flesh
fresh, warm flesh
and all I could hear
was his heartbeat.
Mine was lost,
lost in his heart's rhythm.
As his hand touched my face
I felt something strange.
He was about to say something
when I woke up from a dream.

of gazillion masks

Canvass
Mary Edeza D. De Leon
August 22, 2009

She puts her angry foundation on
But she's still lonely.
Evens out her eyebrow with her cranky eyebrow pencil
Still, she's lonely.
Growling eyeliner, carefully lined up her eyes
Still, she's lonely.
Patted suspicious concealer on the parts she wants to hide
Still, she's lonely.
Colored her lips with screaming cherry red lipstick
Still she's lonely.
Sprinkled mad bronzer on her cheeks
Makes her even more lonely.
Because no make up, concealers or masks
Can hide the fact
that she's lonely.
As lonely is to be happy.

Ruler

DISTANCE

Mary Edeza D. De Leon
August 13, 2009

18 inches is the distance
between a man's heart and brain.
But it seems very far
as I try to feel through my brain
and think through my heart.
My mind fell short
of its expected function,
to command and to react
beyond the circumstances,
to feel straight, rational
and logical, knowing
what's right or wrong everytime.
My heart failed to portray
its given role.
To respond and think selflessly.
Intuition and gut-feel
over perception and theories.
Thinking while pumping blood
without the help of neurons,
receptors and nerves.
It's just one of the things I couldn't control,
change, modify or move.
Because though it seems
that they're just a foot and a half
away from each other
and change seems achievable.
You can't love through your brain,
you can't calculate through your heart.
As you can't eat through your orifice
and excrete through your mouth.

Hot item

SALE
Mary Edeza D. De Leon
August 9, 2009

There she was
busy digging up
on a pile
of ON SALE clothes.
Eyes sparkling like wine
popping with evil desire.
Her delicate hands
turned into claw,
as her fang
starts to sprung up her teeth.
Defensive.
Trying to get the best of it.
Never mind the sweat.
Never mind the chill
and the rumbling stomach.
She did what she did
Dig! Dig! Dig!
She never bother to check
what took her hours
that seemed like
a million years to detect.
Her beloved outside,
Stoned and forgotten.
Starved, cold and rotten.