Of Fireflies and Falling leaves

Me: Why aren’t there fireflies by that tree anymore?

She: They must have gone to a quieter place dars.

Me: Why not here?Were we such a big bother to watch them at night?

She: Yes we were.

Me: How did you know?

She: I didn’t actually. It just an alibi so you won’t bug me anymore to watch them.

Me: What about luciferins you fancied talking about?

She: Forget about it. I don’t give a damn anymore.

Me: You won’t join to watch a firefly if i see one?

She: Nope. Sorry.

Me: I’d still enjoy watching their flickering lights without you by my side.

She: Okay then. Go. Find a firefly on your own.

Me: I will. You will see, I’ll be smiling soon.

Oh for the love of Treeplanting

that cruel Sun was ever itself

like it’s raining fire at the skies

burning the clouds to white

and it’s background a heat of blue.

a steam i’ve never seen fogs the air

then blankets my skin

with a warmth  you won’t dare think about

on a very snowy evening

because it had always been noon.

mornings were never mornings

but the extention of the sleep

robbed by the alcohol

hurriedly bought at 1:55 am

just before the liquor ban

and the empty bottle lies by the floor

just after dawn dies.

the day becomes night then

when my eyes pull down  the lids.

I then wake up to the sarcasm

of a great morning

and goes on all through out the day

which started without a bath,

for it will just come at me

as i bore holes to ground

with a big deal of iron

enough to fit our heads to it

for we always willed to come late.

yet this tardiness

could plant 30 trees

watered by sweats

running down from pores

widely opened by the days will

uttering the coming of the herbivores

ready to bring death

upon the little sapplings

who would’ve thrive better

on there plastic covered soil.

but they must be on the ground

for us to thrive for our future

seemingly dim for the haunting

thought of  soccerfields and courts

brought upon the feud of two faculties

playing us 32 caring less for the unfortunate.

we toil as the day ends,

but oh! for the love of treeplanting

i’m doing it again

for 100 trees more!

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dig,.dip,.die,.

note: only my brods and sisses would understand this

Long Live UP Latagaw Lamdag Society!

Thirsty UPMin Student’s Wallet (for Structuralist Criticism)

What would you do

if you have a violet bill

with an emotionless hero’s face printed on it

On a hot day at school?

 

Cease your thirst for

2  liters of C2’s Cool and clean tea,

but 500 ml of Nestea has a cooler bottle

and Fit n’ Right’s

the new drink in UPMin.

But who would dare forget

about a 6-peso cost

for a homemade lemonade

at the Castillo store?

Buy yourself two glasses.

 

Or settle with the softdrinks;

Coke Zero’s mirror image

of Pepsi Max’s sugarless,

diabetic friendly carbonated water;

and Sprite is the freedom from thirst

and lousy commercials

with the new idea

of the dessert turning to a pool.

But they’re the same,

7-up and Mountain Dew.

 

Or keep it for tonight at Lenar’z

Redhorse beer ‘Ito ang Tama!’

for the happy-go-lucky spenders:

55 pesos for every liter.

And Emperador brandy

Sa Totoong Tagumpay:

finish 375 milliliter of alcohol

and you’re the best drunkard ever.

And spare the ten pesos left is for 6 sticks

of Marlboro sold discreetly

at the stores on the side.

 

Now tell me you did not imagine

anything I said. Just save that 100-peso bill

to buy yourself a new T.V.

 

°ooOoo°

  

            “The pictorial image is closer to the real thing”, as the semioticians would say it. The poem advertises commercials products that can fill a person with a 100-peso bill thirst for spending his cash. As much as possible, I go along with the concepts of signification so that the readers would easily identify the signified, signifiers, and the referent. The sign, which is divided into two, the signifier and the signified, is the one that would play inside the readers’ mind. For example, when I stated, C2, a reader would immediately think of that stout, half-slender plastic bottle of tea-tasting factory made tea-like drink. The concept, or the signified, is C2 green tea and the word ‘C2’ is the signifier for it. And of course, the referent is the object that the sign points to, the tea sold with a handy plastic bottle itself.

I have always been troubled with the arbitrary relations of words, so then, I incorporated the descriptions of the products I mentioned to the culture in UPMin and also the ones that Filipinos see in their T.V. For example, Red Horse ‘ito ang tama!’, therefore the reader would not think of any Red Horse but only the Red Horse that says ‘ito ang tama!’ In that way Red Horse beer = Red Horse beer ‘Ito ang Tama!’ ≠ Any other Red Horse beer in the world. Or Fit n’ Right that was recently sold in the canteen is new at our school, therefore that is the Fit n’ Right that I mean and not any other Fit n’ Right (Fit n’ Right = Fit n’ Right that’s sold at the canteen.) And the same goes for other products that I have not elaborated so just bear with your understanding. I am 90% sure that you would not be lost with the signs in this poem.

The cost of the products I mentioned in 2^nd, 3^rd and 4^th stanza are equal to 100 pesos. E.g. 1^st stanza: P50 (2 liters of C2) + P19 (500 ml of Nestea) + P19 (Fit n’ Right) + P12 (two glasses of lemonade) = P100. The poem just tells the readers how to spend 100 pesos but if they don’t want to agree with me, they can just keep the money and watch T.V. so that they’ll know what more things they can spend their money with. It’s all about the thirst for spending a big deal of cash for a normal college student.