http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:divine5intervention&section=today deviantART RSS for by:divine5intervention en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:33:27 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://divine5intervention.deviantart.com/journal/20966411/ http://divine5intervention.deviantart.com/journal/20966411/ Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:09:48 PDT have
been
too
many
unfair
things
happening
lately

I think the Universe wants me to be mundane and to settle for whatever is just available again. I can't go chasing after the big, bad, beautiful things because I'll always be let down.

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This week was pretty slow and contemplative, confrontational on certain levels, and I was unable to muster up enough courage and strength to overcome all of the demons who paid a visit. Now they're crowding up the little space I have for myself and I'm losing sleep because they talk too loud at night. Perhaps this can teach me to dream with my eyes open, go deeper in myself and drown their voices out. Then I can wake up and tell them to their faces to leave. Transcendence, my love, come back. (Solitude is acting like a pest of an ex-boyfriend.)

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I've been given reason to hope again, and I hate it. I'm listening to a song that tells me this is bad news, yes, baby, bad news bad news bad news. I struggle to find poetry around the situation, to find depth in it -- but the truth is that I put myself in another fantasy that I didn't write: my plagiarism has gotten me caught once again. I need more stealth, more lies; I need to get better at writing again so I can play and fool around without getting hurt.

My emotional masochism, however, leads me into things like these. This is where the subconscious self-destructive characteristic of my friend-vice comes to play: somehow, I wanted to get into this kind of trouble. While I warded it off, I know, somehow, I invited it in as well. I let it happen. I know I did this to myself, somehow. Even if I don't know how or for sure right now, I do know I had something to do with this. I wanted this -- I don't know why I would: and I also get what I want.

Perhaps I'm relapsing into the destruction of things that I love. Perhaps I am destroying every possibility of love. Perhaps love is a wonderful thing, a crazy outlaw who can make me happy and passionate and bold, but I keep shooting it down; and the problem is that I have every bit of power and determination to get what I want, and maybe I'm wanting the wrong things right now. Maybe I was so afraid to want you, that's why I didn't get you.

Can I have you back? Is it too late? Oh no I'm chasing. Am I chasing? I think I'm chasing. Oh but now I'm saying it, I want you. I want you. I want you. I always get what I want. I want you. I want you. I want you.

"I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you but just being around you offers me another form of relief. When the loneliness leads to bad dreams and the bad dreams lead me to calling you and I call you and say 'Come here!' It's bad news."

I'll get you. I always ask the Universe to devastate me. More than once before, and here I am with a heart so big I could turn your stupid head around and let you take me by the waist and kiss me under the rain that's made the summer stop. It embarrasses me to be so smitten by you, to be infected by your natural charm, and I fear I'll be just another girl. I told myself I'd do something everyday that scares me, though. So I'm still in the game. And I really think I'm your match for this, boy. Maybe you don't know what you're dealing with; real beauty is in the stars, the sky, the Moon. Oh, I am the Moon.

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Driving back, behind the car I drove, as I sat in the passenger seat of yours, giggling through disbelief -- I have to say it is a very guilty pleasure of mine to laugh in the face of faith; I asked how much farther you had to go, but you shrugged it off and said it was your pleasure. Now, clearly, I just sit, still amused at the irony. (Maybe you were the most fun I've had in a while.) How unlikely and unexpected, but really, I think this is the reason why I write: how unlikely and unexpected? Fearlessly, I tell you, there is no need to feel obligated; only respectful. I have myself here a dancing fury of the giddy things a young girl's heart contains. It would help if you were a romantic, and then I remember the wine. It would help if you meant it when you mocked my loathing of your kind with a little cockiness; I'd like it if you were pleased with yourself. It would help if my guilt is your guilt, my fear your fear, and my burning desire the sun that met your eyes as you drove away from me and you wanted nothing more of it as it told you that you were getting older and I was having just another day in my youth.

But don't get me wrong --

I despise boys
Despite their lovely hands
And the temptation
In their pants.

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Fancying himself the best musician on campus.
Of course I believed him.
He also drove fast cars.

Then I got together with a guy who got too cool for me over the Holy Week,
But as it seems, I'm supposedly just not used to him being cool;
Apparently he's been like that forever.
Of course it's true, he's not the type to get insecure.
Oh, his driver is even nicer to me.

I hope the next guy who tries to get together with me,
Actually, even the ones who want to try to get me the slightest bit giddy,
Will get their genitals cut off in some freak accident.

I don't want them to die, mind you,
I just don't want them to have any penises.

Then I won't have trouble ranking them among my past mistakes.

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All the words I heard and read were definitions, labels; on my part, euphemisms and propaganda. Every move was calculated, demanded of.

But we were great friends: we spent a lot of time together. Everyday, to be exact. I hardly went on vacation without him. We'd go to the farthest places, take the loveliest pictures, have the best memories together and still feel so far apart.

Talk talk talk: of words, of eyes, of bodies, of souls -- that's what sets apart my lovers from my friends. Not time, or frequency, or distance.

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And looking at all the young faces today, I would say the same. And I would add — “And you are all so good.” With you, I know our literature will flourish and, hopefully, this unhappy country, too.

F. Sionil Jose (30 December 2008 - Hindsight: Writers Under Martial Law)

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and i made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and i wrote the first faint line

(Pablo Neruda is a lover in my head)

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So that there are no crevices between the curves,
So that there are no gaps between you and me.

Circles are so unromantic.
But they have no crevices, no gaps, no separations.

Peace on earth is found in the symbol of a circle.
Unity, as well. Even Eternal Life.

Not hearts. Oh, no.
Romance is a device.
Love is a casualty.

Tom Robbins and Paulo Coelho,
Pablo Neruda and Arundhati Roy
-- they should all burn in hell for selling such a lie.

Sylvia Plath got it right,
her head in the oven and a blanket to ensure.
There was no explosion. It was quiet
and haunting.

The only way to go about life is haunting.

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The past few weeks have encouraged me to really get into the things I want to do but never had the chance to, like Photography. Marvin motivates me into rediscovering my childlike enthusiasm for such opportunities.

Anyway. I was thinking of what exactly made a picture. The subject, the lighting, the angle, the camera, the manipulation. Maybe never asking the questions I wanted to ask is what held me back from pursuing most of my interests.

I took a lot of pictures today, and I guess what makes me like them are the subjects. (I can't upload any of them yet, I forgot my USB cable.) Davao is a part of me that I don't really know despite seeing all the time. It's the aspect of my identity that I want to leave behind, I guess, but inevitably keep coming back to.

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