Reading old works, apparently, is also a bit like awkwardly meeting yourself as a stranger
Tag: poetry
we don’t fall
dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish
“Kasumpa-sumpa ang maging Pilipino sa panahong ito…”
Anong pag-ibig o pagpapakasakit?
Anong paglilingkod o pagtitiis?
basket of angry and mute kittens
silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…
I am furious: #MarcosBurial
I. that the soul of one person has been desecrated to dust should call to arms a nation’s heart and set fire to a world of sorrow but here we remain, the whole world burned. the grass is razed and the trees are fallen. there is no more fruit, there will be no more gain….
We crawl under our burdens for so long, with the things we carry in secret –but not. Raw, exposed, and undeniable, and denied. I will look back at this and remember that I survived.
if i should drown;
if i should drown; quotes for the many days if helplessly in love: L’amour est la poésie des sens. -Balzac I will do as devils do. Fall. -H.S. Leoch I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. -Richard Siken, Little Beast You happened to me. You were as deep down…
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I’ll be uploading a super loooooong post about the ASMPH Transsum later. Also, I updated the Masterpost! x kinikilabutan ako sa tono at tinig ng mga tawa mo, hindi sa takot at hindi sa galit, ngunit sa tuwa at nagbubungang pag-ibig wala sa mundong ito nakasulat na mayroong mga ngiting katulad ng sa iyo kaya…
(Bits of) Poetry: Three Points of Pressure
Sadness strikes again, sometimes, always. I wrote these many weeks back, in the silence.
Spoken Word: Aloha
Here are the pieces I performed during Aloha, a benefit event hosted by some CAMPers last May. I think that was May. Before that, I hadn’t performed a piece in public since… early 2015? I think. (Thank you to N for inviting me to perform). I tried to edit them but then I realized I didn’t…
life’s overflowing
Love is happiness when your beloved is happy. There’s a twinkle in your eyes, it suffocates me — with warmth. You’re blushing. I’m blushing. I’m so incandescently happy for you. I’m also happy you exist. I have learned that you need not know someone to love them. But what I know of you I do…
your hand fits in mine
I measure my love of a person by how well their hands fit with mine. It’s the color of trust, the brightness of my life and my future in the safety of your palm. I would close my eyes and listen to my heart as it beats to the sound of your footsteps. You lead…
