A Steady Wind Is All the Magic I Need
I do not drink from the same cup that got me drunk with infatuation with those who didn’t yearn for me the way I did for them. Sans the drink I could see the sky is blue and plain but no less beautiful than when it sparkled with my imagination. I see daylight as my… Continue reading →
Take a Breath and Mean It
Take it freely, unapologetically. Like you’re allowed. Like you deserve it. Like you’re meant to be here.… Continue reading →
Behind the Facade
Living our days in the timeof manufactured urgency;this forgery of progressin a society that feigns clevernessthrough cheap clonesof human labor.A fleet of soldiers unwittingly defendinga system designed to kill them ultimately. This whole facade of advancementat the cost of worseningour state of mind,disabling our senses, robbing usof the right to think for ourselveswith fake consent.A… Continue reading →
In the Absence of Roses
IN THE ABSENCE OF ROSES,we’ve exchanged passagesfrom Murakami,recited dialogue we’ve memorizedfrom funny picturesand dramas on the daisthrough the curtains. We shared ink stains and lead residues,the better to see the playerswho lived in our heads.You gave me the colorsyou hand-picked for my canvasfrom the tint of your lipsand shades of your skin. I traveled your… Continue reading →
Tempting the Gods in Exile
I sat on what remains of the chaos
on the sand where the sun used to gleam.
Ashes and gunpowder dress my feet… Continue reading →
Nakaw Na Dugo
Tila ninakaw ang init at galak sa aking diwa
ng mga makinaryang walang awang pumapatay
ng mga kaluluwa. … Continue reading →
Tinik at Talulot
Ngunit sa liwanag ay malinaw ang bawat bukas. Panibagong mga tinik, bato, at di maabot-abot na mga talulot.… Continue reading →
I Don’t Have Friends in High Places
And though we stand and walk
on the same ground,
somehow we stoop at their boots
as though their feet float
above us.… Continue reading →
A Dance Through Stories
I longed for you before any confirmation you existed. And when you first held my hand, I understood the plan; in the universe’s grandest scheme, in which you and I are written in the stars. … Continue reading →
Beneath the Gaslight
I like drawings with imperfect lines, paint that goes just a little over the edges. I find chips in decorative craft adorable. … Continue reading →
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