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The words inside my head are colorswhich makes it hard to speak straightThe sounds spill and hues scatterBut the words fix themselves late I tend to stutter and my words breakEven at times that I feel braveI could see the words inside my headBut not in the way they’re supposed to behave The words insideContinue reading “Trying to Human”

I stood at the podium, my hands shaking,For there’s little chance to be freed“You’ve been accused of robbery,”The judge said, “How do you plead?” “Your Honor,” I said. “I beg for your timeFor i am on my ownI do not even have a lawyer to defend meFor i was told i already have too muchContinue reading “A Filipino Elegy”

In a world where society existsand we’re not supposed to go astrayWhere people tell you to be differentbut once you are, you’re shooed away In a world where you are supposed to fit in,where people are forced to pretendStanding stiff, making no mistakes,patching up masks up to no end But what if we grew tiredContinue reading “Realize, Redeem, Revolt”

I met a little boyHis name is Death Despite popular beliefHe isn’t broody or gloomy or darkDeath has the sweetest smilesWith eyes of brightest spark Despite what most people thinkDeath adores healersHe oversees love and health and lifeFor, he explained, he doesn’t really need believers Death loves the defenders,the mad scientists, and the so calledContinue reading “What You Don’t Know About Death”

Grey sunrises and dry inkfound in open-ended riversFor crocodile tears and sunny blinkswere the warmth that sent shivers A sly masked in a friendly facewho promised to lend wingsHere then lies the smiles, the trust,and all other broken things And thus we see the fall of onewho struggled for their nameGrey sunrises and dry inkisContinue reading “It’s 10 pm And IDK WTF This Means”

Where do you leave your heartif not on your sleeve?Do you leave it by the waves,on the rocks, and just leave? Or should i try old bookshopswith dusty pages in every corner?Could it find a home thereWould it stay there forever? How about old churcheswhere my faith has long been gone?Should my sins be forgivenifContinue reading “Not On The Sleeves”