Archive for July, 2007


Scrying in the Carnival

July 29, 2007

Come one, come all, The Ringing of the Bards Poetry Carnival will be coming to my soul phantasm blog on August 4, 2007. So mark that date on your calendar, folks, it will be a fantastic show!

However, I will be on hiatus for a while so please send your entries preferably by August 1st as it is my only free time to prepare the post (I’m taking a break from studying since it’s my birthday 🙂 The carnival post itself will be up on the 4th.

For those who want to participate, send the following information to rax[AT]

1. The name and URL of your blog
2. Your screen name
3. The name of your poem
4. The URL to your poem

Hope to see you there.



July 13, 2007

At the mental seams
you and I were conceived,
(stitched from the rags
of empty arms)
souls joined at the hips,
grinding against each other’s need
to be. Above the bed lay
its parallel line (contract, horizon,
point of rest) where slept
the discovery that you and I
were not supposed to meet
in this illusion of a future woven
into our past-entangled arms.

[this was a free write in’s tag-team-poem project where one posts a poem and the next poster in the topic has to start the next poem with the last line of the previous poem…and so on, and so on… in short, the first line isn’t mine hehe…from Tekay]


rain cups

July 8, 2007

Let me kiss the earth of your hand
and plant my scent on trembling lands
numb with flashing hunger for thumbs
to circle my nipples, for palms
to carry my breasts like they were
vessels for cupping memory
while waiting for the sighs of rain


sick sick sick meme

July 7, 2007

Because Ozy decided to tag me with the sick sick sick meme I shall have to come out of my closet and list 8 disgusting things about me. Guess I’ll find my hardcore readers this way hahaha who still wants to read beautiful words from a rather gross poet nyahahaha

1. I pick my nose. Yes. Same as ozy’s #1 though not in public (awww) BUT BUT BUT now here’s the gross part, I use my thumb 😛

2. I used to bite my fingernails when I was little. Some friends helped me try to kick the habit. They made progress…now I just like ripping them off (big toe nail only)

3. I have fart wars with my brother and some very close friends [the more loud, or disgusting smelling the better!!!]. With a poet friend we had a game where we had to poetically describe the sounds or invent unique onomatopeia. For farts my favorite was the wordplay on “brat” (make sure to trill your tongue on the “r” sound)

4.. I also have burp wars with the same people. It becomes sort of a percussion chorus once theres a lot of you burping non stop. hehehe

5. Not grossed out yet? Back in my alcoholic days, I seemed pretty ok and was a quiet drunk…. as long I didn’t move much. One time though had to ride a car to somewhere else and had my first experience with motion sickness. So as soon as the car stopped at a red light, I opened the door (front passenger seat) and unloaded my guts on to the window of the next vehicle. eeeewww. [I am mindful that Ozy has an aversion to puke hahaha read on there’s more…]

6. Now that I had figured out I get car sick when drunk I challenged myself not to (always putting on a brave face you see, and finding ways to hold my liquor) well one time, i felt so dizzy and ready to puke inside the car except that it was my friend’s car and i just couldn’t do THAT there… I ehhhh puked anyway closed mouth and swallowed it all again without letting a drop spill. (groooosssssss…. top that! the korean movie ‘my sassy girl’ comes to mind)

7. Alcohol and cigarettes were an inseparable couple for me back then. I could not have one without the other. Once the drinking session runs late and we run out of smokes, ( either the convenience stores are closed or too far to buy a pack ) I would usually dig through the ashtray and relight any cigarette butts that hadn’t burned down to the filter yet. (eeewww… i would also take this opportunity to announce that i’ve quit smoking. i’ve been clean for one year!)

8. When drinking at carnivals or open air parties, and am too drunk to walk around to find a toilet, I would pee in dark corners of buildings, behind bushes, behind trees, behind wheels of parked cars etc… [with a friend as a look out] 😉 and I am not ashamed. If dogs can do it why can’t I? [hehehe]

—that’s it folks! hahaha. ah well, lets see if anyone will bother to come back. or on the bright side perhaps i’ll find some kindred spirits as well hahahaha—-

i don’t really know who to inflict this meme on. hahaha so I’ll think about it for awhile. But if any of anyone of you does get inspired by this post to write your own disgusting meme, leave me a link, i would love to read [misery loves company!!!] hahahaha famtz I think I might hear from you on this 😉

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