I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
Tag: poetry
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\ ˈsmī(-ə)l \
in other words
I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
More room for regrets
More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.
hangga’t maaga (plus phlebotomy)
The recollection of love lost is painful,
but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.
on past adventures and self-reading
Reading old works, apparently, is also a bit like awkwardly meeting yourself as a stranger
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….
