Wednesday, February 07, 2007

TTL

T T L

time to leave
the Freon dripping frozen,
while remembering smooth dark blue covers
on milky-colored monitors.
hear again that familiar squeak
of doors sliding, banging!
and feel hairs on your fingers rise
close to yellow brown plastic chairs.

it's static they say,
but college life
doesn't go that way

true to life
that i can befriend mr. filch
amongst other tiger-eyeds
and tell him of topologies,
configuration and gulaman prices.
yes, i lived in this place
where waterfalls are equated to servers
and numbers are but destinations
separated by dots and all the in-betweens

i knew of recursion and iteration
but no, not now, no more
life has to move on

time to live
a life not of cheap talks
over green and red sagos
time to leave
the Shire
inspite of bleak days ahead,
Leave
to live a dream,
that belonged
to bedtime story days.

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2 Comments:

At 6:03 PM , Blogger Brennan said...

thank you for the long and meaningful reply.

hey, maybe i should write about replies in my next post.

you should try joining palanca. your poetry shows much promise.

two questions:
(1) what's with 27 degrees?
(2) what's with the picture?

 
At 11:28 PM , Blogger Michelle said...

bagsy!!! idol!
mau naghimo kag blogspot account. friendster blog is crap. dili ma-crawl sa google..
visit nako dire regularly, hehe

 

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