Ang Kapal ng Sikmura Mo! Posted by Purple Ink , Monday, August 17, 2009 at 8:31 PM, in Purple Tags: Love and Lust, Poetic Monday, Poetry (Tagalog)

Ang kapal ng sikmura mo!
Kahit siguro isaksak ko ng isaksak ang maliit kong kamao
hindi mo mararamdaman ang hapdi ng puso ko
hindi mo maintindihan ang damdamin kong nagsusumigaw sa harap mo

Maghapong kang nasa trabaho
sasabihin mong bawal ang telepono?
Dahil nakatutok sayo ang mata ng boss mo?
Kaya't buong maghapon ang ipaghihintay ko?

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Tortured Soul Posted by Purple Ink , at 8:30 PM, in Purple Tags: fantasy, Flash Fiction (English), Love and Lust, Poetic Monday

Dark clouds cover the barren field. A thick current of air attacks the weeping willows that stand guard like pawns in a chessboard.

He’s getting near.

Hyenas hooted vigorously as vultures from the hazy skies one by one fall as if they have been poisoned by the shadow that covered this lazy afternoon.

He longed for her.

She raced into the woods. The intensity of his hunger pushes her blazing wings to flutter. Drops of fire scatter at her trail. Her back seems like inferno as she started to sense his smell. His sweet taste that satiates her burning desire.

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Kalokohan! Posted by Purple Ink , at 8:23 PM, in Purple Tags: Poetic Monday, Poetry (Tagalog), School

kalokohan...
ang bugso ng mga damdaming wala namang laman
sa pag-aapuhap ng mga bagay na kailangang makamtan
kaunting birit na lamang
kaunting piga sa katas ng utak na puno ng kaalaman

kalokohan...
para sa mga mapagpanggap na tapos na sa paghihirap
na dinaan sa salapi o sa kahit anong paraan upang makamtan ang pangarap
subalit sa paghikbi ay hindi matinag
bakas ng kaligayahan ay hindi mabanaag

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Birthday Posted by Purple Ink , Friday, August 14, 2009 at 3:10 AM, in Purple Tags: Flash Fiction (Tagalog), Poetic Monday, poverty

Hindi magkandamayaw ang mga usisera sa tindahan ni Aling Tunying.

"Oo, maghahanda daw si Marita. Engrande!", ani ng disi-syete anyos na si Tessa habang isinusupa ang suso sa bitbit na sanggol.

"Sus, aba'y nung isang araw lang nagbabatuhan ng plato ang mag-asawa ah. Wala daw pang-matrikula ung panganay nila at wala na din maibili ng gatas iyong apat na buwan na sanggol." Sumbong ni aling Tasing habang kinakampay ang abanikong abaka.

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Oto Posted by Purple Ink , at 3:03 AM, in Purple Tags: fighting spirit, Flash Fiction (Tagalog), Poetic Monday

{Beep Once}

"Ate, peram naman ng oto mo punta lang kami sa birthday ni Krissy."

"Asan ka?"

{Message Sent}

{Beep Once}

"Andito ko sa tapat ng school daanan mo na lang ako dito"

"May class pko. Kunin mo na lang nasa may gate lang"

{Message Sent}

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Spooky Night Posted by Purple Ink , at 2:49 AM, in Purple Tags: comedy romance, Flash Fiction (English), holloween, Poetic Monday

He bites.

The moment I flipped over to face the other side of the bed, he enveloped my thighs with his powerful arms and pulled me closer to him. He’s breathing softly right through my ear and the sensation electrifies my wholeness. The warmth of his body covering me like a blanket enthused me. Without any sign of resistance, I realized one thing – I was trapped.

His grip started to tighten. I waited for his teeth to thrust on my bare neck, giving him the pleasure of triumphant. My heartbeat almost stopped. The sizzling sensation inside me is unsure if it is an excitement or an anxiety. Every inch of my body is aching already. I could hear myself screaming inside me.

Then, to my surprise, he ceased my burning desire. He jumped out of the bed abruptly, grabbed the remote control and turned on the television. It was the last quarter of his NBA game.

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The Abducted Sex Slave Posted by Purple Ink , at 2:48 AM, in Purple Tags: Flash Fiction (English), Poetic Monday, sex slavery

I was all tied up and spread-eagled on the bed.

Naked.

Blindfolded.

The feeling of the leather belt touching my behind gives me an unwanted ecstasy. I’ve been counting the lashes at the back of my head just to keep my brain cells alive. I tried to convince myself that the sounds of the whippings are nothing but melodies to my ears.

He grabbed my breasts.

Teased them.

Squeezed them hard.

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