I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

Years in Sepia

December 28, 2008

bata

 

we live to see the mistakes our parents bark

we cry some dying afternoons, hurting because we hurt back.

we grow seedless tears
squeezing our hearts empty
for every bit we do out of the box,
the box they created for us
the box they created for themselves

we are part our mothers,
part our fathers
locked in years spent in sepia

where we love, hate and learn.


but most of all,

 
we are ourselves.

innocent, toothless and clueless grins
trapped in forgotten moments of young years.
embraced and rejected millions of times
by harmless words that scar.

 

we walk on unknowing but wanting
to find some place to belong
some place to smile
and be the old souls that we are


innocent, toothless and clueless grins.

 

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you have waken up something that i have long been hiding. :(

malipayon nga 2009 tol! mingaw ko nimo ug sa akong kaugalingon. hehe

Posted by tinay at January 10, 2009, 11:56 am

i have a feeling… that would be your innocent, toothless and clueless grins? lol. (=

Posted by coriander at January 10, 2009, 9:51 pm

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