Room

I entered the four-cornered room hesitantly. A cell of hostility. It was chaotic. People are running back and forth. The floor was bloody mess. The odor regurgitates my stomach. I want to puke. My thoughts are uncertain.

The prophylactic odor tingles my nose. I squeezed vigilantly. But they asked me to get out because of my viral plague. I rolled my eyes. I stayed for a moment.

The light dramaticallyperplexing at the middle. I can hear the tick tack of the clock, it was like a death sentence. The stabbed young man was ready to meet the angel of death. But those healers are not ready to forgo.It was a butchered place with a consent. - Operating Room

Body

I am very sorry. I love you with all my mind and soul. I come to you with a humble heart to ask for forgiveness. My days will not be as complete without your compassion. Please embrace me with your unconditional love. My best was never enough to mend your heart.

You did not say any single word but I feel your sincerity and love. I left my seat. I am crying out loud but no one hears me. My bleeding heart suggest me to walk away. People are calmly heading to the narrow alley. I follow them.

I reached the altar. The ambiance was holy. The tall ceiling glorify the spirit of Christianity. The Priest uttered " Body of the Christ" .  I replied "Amen". 

Misfortune

The magnificent bell starts to cry.

The Police hold his hand to stop. The modes of transportation constricted accordingly. People walking by keep silent. The pedestrian is empty. In a jiffy, an ambulance is arriving furiously, the siren command to cop out. Then, I heard a screech. Scrambled. A synonymous cry.

Panic state was contained in the area. I hold my breath. I disguised. I am blind to disgrace. I am afraid of mercy. I run away.

People dispersed. The church bell is on hold. Silence to respect the "Angelus Prayer" was ruined.

Rear View

The dim light is suggesting me to take off my clothes. Then, I stood up in front of the mirror for a while. I stared my naked body and assessed my vanity. These physical changes reconcile my insanity.

My receding hairline screaming for a good shave but I did this an hour ago. I picked some baby hairs by plucking it. It hurts badly. There was a dripping of minute blood and throbbing pain afterwards. My legs begin to tremble and I fainted...

The resounding of my alarm clock brought me to wake up. Again, my eyeballs seduced by my mirror and I felt taunted. I hate everything I saw before me. I jabbed irresistibly. These sharp pieces are like bullet shots firing to my dearly loved face. The blood was divine. I love myself. - Narcissism 

Chores

Boredom sucks. The heatwave is radiantly settling on my tanned and oily skin. My facial hair is struggling with oozing sweat. My back is already shouting for a nice lay off but I must endure this little sacrifice.

My biceps are voluntarily squeezing and lifting. My flank muscles are beginning to retire. The heavy bearing towels are laid on the steel sheet. My undergarments are under the sun. My other clothes are dancing with the fierce wind.

The disturbing pain caused by the galvanized sheet roof due to rough stepping on it but it compliments the chirping of the birds and swirling of the heterogeneous trees.

 Where Am I?

I am on the rooftop,  just finished my laundry and hanging my clothes....

Parasite

Ang taba ng prokyano ko ngayon. Balbon, pandak at mahaba ang ... amft! Nakakagigil siya, gusto kong tumanda sa piling niya. Hindi ako mag iinarte, hindi ako magrereklamo at hinding hindi ako magiging pasaway sa kanyang kagustuhan. Mahilig siyang mangalmot at gustong gusto kong iwasan dahil sa hatid nitong kuryente. Hide and seek ang drama!

Lapit ka, amuyin mo ang aking alindog at kainin mo ako. Ahihi. Bomba lang db?  Ang landi ko. Gusto ko lang namang maging masaya at masagana sa tabi mo. Handa akong iwan ang aking lungga para naman maranasan ko ang lambot ng iyong katawan. Mag paparami ako, aking mahal. Ikaw lang ang aking pag-asa upang mabuhay. Pag hindi mo ako pinagbigyan, ako'y mamamayat at tuluyan ng mamatay. - Ang ambisyosang garapata. Eeeeeks.....

Hold On

Walang atrasan. Walang keme. Matatag sa kalungkutan at malakas na pangangatawan. Yan ang mga katangian na nakikita ko sa pagiging marino. Propesyong hindi sumagi sa isipan ko. Hindi ko ito pinangarap.

Pero hanga ako sa mga taong ngtatrabaho sa loob ng barko. Natrauma siguro ako kasi yung lola ko, dati siyang bumibiyahe papuntang Mindanao para bisitahin ang kanyang anak. Nagkukwento pa lang siya, ako'y nalulula na sa hilo at kalungkutan. Ang araw na lumilipas sa barko ay parang duyan na walang katiyakan kung saan sisikat ang araw at lulubog ang buwan. 

Ako'y isang nars, pag nag-umpisa ang shift namin- may endorsement ng pasyente, kagamitan at mga nakaligtaang bagay. Responsibilidad naming bantayan ang pasyente at ibigay ang pangangailangan upang makalabas sila ng hospital sa madaling panahon.Sa Barko kaya?

Sa akin lang, ang isang paa nila ay nasa hukay na at kayang hilahin ang buong katawan pag nagalit ang kalikasan. Responsiblidad nilang pangalagaan ang barko at ang mga biyahero. Wala kang masisilayan kundi kadiliman ng mundo at ang maririnig mo ay paghampas ng malalaking alon. Walang kasing saya ang mararamdaman pag nakita mo na ang puerto ng isla at malapit ng umahon. Parang nars din, pag nabuhayan, naging masigla ang pasyente at napangiti mo ang mga kapamilya nila, isang malaking pasasalamat. Ito'y binubuo ang iyong pagkatao bilang isang nagmamahal sa kapwa nilalang.