like grains of sand
genius and creativity is not an acute expression of a singular moment of ourselves. rather the culmination of all our experiences, ideas, fears, triumphs, heartbreaks, emotions and most of all determinations. these fleeting moments should be savored and reveled, because much like love, genius is fleeting. take solace in the fact that it is not dumb luck or a benevolent blessing that provides us with these moments of elation and creativity, but the constant search for ourselves in our world. just be sure to catch it while you can and treat it with the respect it demands.
With you I am the woman everyone believes I am.
words easier found in meter & lyric
You’re mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we’ll live.
Ten Days in Tambulilid
Lakas ang araw dito
Sweat beads on your back/Smoke brings tears to your eyes
Children sing, “Let it go, let it go” while you swing the pick axe
Sewage water splash/Cement blocks crumble
Tita Dora & Ateh Marianne’s chicken on a stick quiets the hunger/Magic Sarap add the flavor
All you can taste is your own sweat and thirst/Thirst for a feeling still unbeknownst to you
Sought after in the shovel skidding masa mixing you find at your feet
High & low you look
Under James’ three sizes too big tsinellas/Atop the bamboo scaffolding haphazardly coordinated by Kuya Boy
If your foggy memory serves you correctly it may be found in the Milo, Tubo, Red Horse and Sting concoction brewed by Joemar
Stuffed animals, Nike shirts and pet Rats to take home he gifts you
Jovelyn, Anna Linn, May, Jeanine, Kimberly, Teya
Swoon at your red hair and you joke about taking them back to the States
Angelo breaks out in song, “Just give me a reason…”
And for a moment you hold it/It slips away as soon as it comes
More often you find it in Emma’s embrace/Dried mangoes & peanuts
No what you found was in a slum in Ormoc
In smiles of old men
Hollow block broken & laid
Found in the purest sense from a place all they had to give you they did
Baby, you found love
Atrial, Ventricular Phenomenon
What is the human spirit capable of? Tragedy comes in many forms but the common denominator has to be the heartbreak we experience during such difficult times. Whether your difficulty is self inflicted, dealt to you by the hands of fate, or imposed by the tyranny of another, it’s a burden placed upon the beating engine within your chest. The heart is the four chambered locomotive that is the scientific and biological timer for our being. Maybe it’s more fitting that I ask what this fist shaped group of muscle is capable rather than our spirit? Best fitting is perhaps the two are one in the same. To simplify that the aura of human spirit is housed in one vessel may be limiting the discussion but heart seems to be the only thing that matters. This is only in my humble opinion that heart is the determining factor whether we live or die. Not in the sense of a finite number of beats but whether or not we have the capacity for life. It’s will, determination, grit that the human spirit is capable of. Why is that feeling so fleeting now?
Beneath the cover
Suffocated gasp for air
Tomorrow please come
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.
What time do you guys start crying on Sundays?
I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.
Victoria Siemer, also know as Witchoria, is a graphic designer hailing from Brooklyn, New York. Human Error is a series of nostalgic polaroids that depict the broken heart as a computerized error that may or may not be restored in a few mouseclicks.