Biography of Maureen Asino
Gosh, golly, gee, I can talk about myself here! Well, I'm a Filipina college-student and loving it. I like walking around when it's windy and warm, with white clouds because the sky is what I picture heaven to be like. My hobbies include gawking at big, shiny, 'street-fighter' style motorcycles, as I've seen them called, as well as listening to loud rock music. In this regard Youtube is my favorite cyber haunt because of Hyde, Strapping Young Lad, Buckethead and other people that don't get much airplay here (Nine Inch Nails fricken rawks but there's not much variety in rotation) .
Through my writing I hope to gain a better consciousness of myself. Before I kept telling myself 'I'm such a kid, I do many things wrong, I have goals but I always seem to come up short...' Now I'm in a more peaceful place and I'm trying to embrace the possibility that I'm becoming a better person and that I CAN become a better person...
Maureen Asino Poems
When I cry I watch my tears dropp onto my glasses Cool streaks of salt water leave burning paths upon my cheeks My nose begins to leak and I sound all the more pathetic when I snivel in vain to hold in my body's humiliating release
(And so I chose you say) And so you chose to kill off the life blossoming in your body
Stand up! Close your hands Bend your elbows til your fists are level with your shoulders Pump one arm up and pull the other down
That song packs a punch Brings me back to when we were shy high school sweethearts Just babies with baby dreams Before we hit that blasted hurdle
To write words for the sake of words For the sake of sound and sight Mark of Existence For when I'm no longer around
Lucid Mornings #?
Rumble, oh my soul, and ease your tension. Smooth the surface of your troubled waters. Bleed, dear heart, into your little valleys.
Lucid Mornings #?
Rumble, oh my soul, and ease your tension.
Smooth the surface of your troubled waters.
Bleed, dear heart, into your little valleys.
Fill your corrugated face.
I am weary.
The path of my loved one is one of rocks and thorns.
I follow behind.
He faces the wind.
He breaks it for me.