Welcome to the strange play on words,
just acrobats of quips about two thirds,
A circus of literally just puns.
Wait … I meant, a showcase of literary puns
Every element is relevant in this plot,
except, we’ll be shooting stones with birds
A writer walks into a bar and leaves the door ajar …
Welcome to the strange play on words,
just acrobats of quips about two thirds,
A circus of literally just puns.
Wait … I meant, a showcase of literary puns
Every element is relevant in this plot,
except, we’ll be shooting stones with birds
My mutism is more prominent around my own folks, in fact, some of my vivid childhood memories come to me as my quiet five-year-old puny ass sitting in a random relative’s house; bored or upset, desiring a cookie or a cold-blooded murder. I often heard anticipatory whispers from the other rooms, recognizing my quietness as … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #5
And you’d think my mutism is only evident arounds adults and in social gatherings that test my willingness to be a part of anything less than enjoyable, but that’s not entirely true, in fact, can I just tell you that children–well, most of them–aren’t my best buddies. I do love children, don’t get me wrong; … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #4
Because I am not a poet and I do know it, I am scribbling something gibberish, Metaphors thrown here, similes thrown there, Grammar lying (or laying) under my doormat, Messages or no messages between these lines, Look closer. Schrödinger’s cat. Tell me, what’s a rhyme scheme? I don’t know ABC of it, All I … Continue reading NOT a Poem
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Live, Love, Travel and Laugh (Proudly Pinoy)
light verse and much, much worse
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