green green grass » it’s just me. you dont have to care.

for caedmon whom–for once in my life—i thought i had met

roselle jimeno — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 05:03:41 +0000

(It might be

that)

when

a painted wall

peels,

on its own,

it gets

rid

of dusts and

cobwebs of

photographs

and

words that

injure

Silence

in its gut.

As when

a tiled floor is

mopped—it takes

away

the stamped

labyrinths

(of,

say,

two pairs of soles.

Tell me—

if this skin,

against

this flesh,

is scrubbed

off like the paint

on the wall

—will looking

at you

feel

any difference

as one should feel

leaving

without footprints?).

i know you’re out there, somewhere out there

roselle jimeno — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 10:30:04 +0000

caedmon,

hey.

do not show up now. you can not handle me now.

i won’t make myself manageable for you.

you will just ruin your life.

and i will just ruin my life too.

so please do not show up yet.

a tribute to the dodos

roselle jimeno — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 06:15:17 +0000

we are no more than a pair of slippers. you’re my right,i’m your left. i’m your right,you’re my left; and vice versa. we look alike, in the mirror i’m you. i look exactly like you.

we are no more than a bubble gum. i just love to chew you until you’re neither sweet nor minty, until you become saliva. we are no more than the taste of saliva.

we are no more than shit. we have to be eaten alive or dead twice, thrice, they dont care. and they get everything out of nothing, as nothing as shit. so we become shit: the “shitee” and the “shitter”.

we are no more than immature poets. we immitate “mature” poets. and when will we mature? until we learn how to cheat?

we are no more than mothers. we are sucked and we suck. and life sucks. the least we can do is suck back.

we are no more than nikki, or kae… we feel we are them sometimes.

we are no more than stretch marks, hair split-ends and breaking callous. we are the flaws.

AND the dodos are more than just what and who we are.

trash, can’t care enough to care

roselle jimeno — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 14:11:54 +0000

i was thinking of something else a while ago. yet i saw something and i suddenly decided not to think about it anymore, whatever it is.

i do not want to sound like him.

something about ‘not my f**king business’

roselle jimeno — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 13:43:12 +0000

~~i’d rather leave this blank,~~

…

yonder

roselle jimeno — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 10:55:32 +0000

because you’re here, it won’t mean we are together.

you’re here because you have to be here for reasons i’d rather not know. they’ll just confuse me and make me hope for something as good as charity.

i am here because i do not want you to think that i do not want to be here. sometimes it might mean the other way around when we are tired.

but you and i both know that we are not here.
you know we are somewhere.
you’re there.
and i am here, or so i thought.

Jim the Boy and Dido’s White Flag

roselle jimeno — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 14:06:01 +0000

early this morning, i realized something. actually i have been thinking quite about Jim, the main character of the novel i’m reading and Dido’s song, white flag. like black coffee and royal true orange, they are mixed up somewhere there in the skies i created in my head. coffee and orange do make smell when i pee (really…). it makes me smile,though. anyway, first, i realized that Jim the boy is so much like the girl i was back then. it’s not that he is gay! or that i’m gay! hahaha! i mean, in a way that, i think, we have the same dreams as a child. and…Dido’s white flag, ehem. whether i like it or not, i’m in love. i’m always in love. it is either with myself, or to someone or something else. but, mind you, i do not believe Dido. i know she lied. and i know i lied too.

once upon a time, i thought i’ll sing Dido’s white flag for the longest of time. but i thought, i’m really too young to have thought of such crap… and i know it was my way to justify myself. oh i was such a liar. a child. a little girl who thought she could eat the stars. but that was also the same time she thought she could reach them. just like Jim.

so i bid my farewell to Jim the boy and to Dido’s white flag. i’ve been really feeling happy these days i can’t look back anymore…never will…not at all.

Lol!!

another rose killed it

roselle jimeno — Sat, 17 Feb 2007 05:48:19 +0000

so this was what they said it is.

the real score.

the whether-you-like-it-or-not.

the– least you could do is wait for the very day

it will tire itself and die of old age.

just like those men who spend the rest of their nights drinking,

over their wrongs,

until they become so old

that their bodies weaken.

they can’t even clean their assholes or put food in their mouths.

and die without anybody mourning for them.

then,

roselle jimeno — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 12:13:51 +0000

seeing you is like seeing you for the first time…
and so everytime i see you is the first time.

it always goes that way.

we can’t smile.

i was god-knows-where

roselle jimeno — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 11:39:41 +0000

hi.

i was suppose to write hello. yet i dread its first three letters.

i had the chance to go out alone yesterday. it was something special for i consider it a date–a bond with myself. it was not really an ideal time to hang out. it was already 7pm. and it was drizzling, plus i have colds and my head occassionally aches.

i like it that i am stubborn sometimes. oh, and snobbish too!

but i was afraid. what if out of nowhere someone would grab me and rape me, or something…you know. no one can really tell.

still, i rode a jeepney. i was not at all certain where to go.

but i stopped at SM. i almost freaked out when i saw groups of men in fatigue everywhere. i suddenly felt the need to be with my mom, or my lola…or my aunt–whoever!

i looked at myself at the glass in front of me to check if my body is still intact or if some parts might be missing… but i was fine; i knew i was.

i strolled around, almost dreamy. i happened to stop and read, “Dickies Eyes”, tagged on an eyeglasses.

at last i remembered that there is such a thing as a smile. so i smiled and knew i was really okay.

and because i love coffee, i sipped two and one-half cups of it.

suddenly i wanted so badly to go home, take a shower, and sleep.

sleep–all i want.

yes, i did go home right after i felt the powers of coffee already consuming me. i took a shower, attemted to sleep again and again and again.

until i was too tired of trying to sleep that i forgot what happened next.