Quezon City
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Self-Discovery is a Tree-Lined Winding Path
They built an amphitheater in the place where I’ve chased hundreds of sunrises back when there was dawn in my step and the rest of my life was still a secret that fate was withholding, all the probabilities glistening on the edges of each blade of grass and I could hear the impeccable pink hum… Continue reading
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In Memoriam
When a place burns down to the ground the memories attached to it do not go up in flames the way heavier, more tangible things do. The vestiges of the past are made almost of fresh spun spider silk right before it dries. They drape themselves onto the souls of walls that may no longer… Continue reading
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Bequests from the Departed Light
It’s not the poems the stars write that give the night its soul not the light the moon borrows from the sun or the breath of silence stirring between the trees it’s a fragment of the blue coaxed from the heaving tides from passion’s forgotten oceans and remembering having once craved for rest when all… Continue reading
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2143 San Vicente BLISS
“Nobody understands me.” He must have thought me first world and shallow, when I said we all had our burdens to carry, and articulated mine to be a solitude in mind, an alienation of being, and whatever other pseudo- existentialist dilemmas came with it, while my bedroom was bigger than the entire house in Tagapo… Continue reading
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Cheshire Twilight
The glass roof of the café looks like it’s holding up the sky; the wind, like it’s blowing the cars around the rotunda. My words travel from the bottom of the well where my sentient being fastened its roots to the core of the universe. I perceive distances the way I perceive freedom from the… Continue reading
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Brute Force
Consequences, then, fall like leaves. A subtle change in the season for which there are other signs, plenty of ways to brace the soul for what’s coming. I’ve seen those leaves, first, change color. Then the streetlights turn on a little earlier than before. And I’d walk those streets wrapped in damp and gray, and… Continue reading
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A Viking’s Funeral, Please
You might remember me as a harbinger of chaos, some loose change who came into your midst with ideals misaligned with yours that you’ve learned to appreciate because my truths, though uncomfortable, matched the shapes of your own dark, empty spaces, and because you enjoyed the contrast between my hunger and your mute obedience, a… Continue reading
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The Language That Your Soul Thinks In
I never lied to the world about what I wanted ever since the beginning the world knew I wanted no less than you even from way back when people thought, and perhaps rightly so, that I was too young to be looking for love and did not hesitate in letting me know, my innocent eyes… Continue reading
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My Rare Second Chance
I’ve been searching earnestly some would say desperately for the chance to prove myself that chance to show the only truth I listen to that I haven’t lost my senses that I am brave and will not live on dreams alone that I haven’t sold myself for the low price of glitter that I’ll still… Continue reading
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Ikot Jeep Sonata
There are some truths that don’t take breaks, sitting awake vigilant by the bedside of romance, keeping its fever in check, monitoring its temperature. Their eyes tell me you’re out of my league. That’s a blinding flash of the obvious, so obvious it absolutely makes no sense: the distance of class stretching between your world… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 