indi_ikaw_ako - Hello Poetry

two women holding hands bleached hair, sun dancing across the gray they were both wearing black top to bottom but in them, i can only see light i think one is headed to work the other to Makati all the same sharing tables sharing days sharing hope i feel happy and envious all the same when the LRT 2 passes by reflection in the glass i think of you your long walks, your sudden stop i’ll hold your hand when we cross the street when we cross that street i’ll hold you

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2d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 10:37 PM UTC

lovers by the mall

two women holding hands bleached hair, sun dancing across the gray they were both wearing black top to bottom but in them, i can only see light i think one is headed to work the other to Makati all the same sharing tables sharing days sharing hope i feel happy and envious all the same when the LRT 2 passes by reflection in the glass i think of you your long walks, your sudden stop i’ll hold your hand when we cross the street when we cross that street i’ll hold you

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let’s meet under an orange moon or when milkfishes decide to fly let’s meet under a green streetlight in a world with three suns in the sky maybe we can meet when it snows here, imagine Manila covered in white maybe we can meet under bridges imagine daybreak after an endless night wait for the day when i can make thunder until lightning strikes bright in periwinkle skies wait for the day when i can spin magic until my love isn’t fictional or a surprise only then, this specific circumstance, is the day you and i get to grow up

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2d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 6:17 AM UTC

specific circumstances

let’s meet under an orange moon or when milkfishes decide to fly let’s meet under a green streetlight in a world with three suns in the sky maybe we can meet when it snows here, imagine Manila covered in white maybe we can meet under bridges imagine daybreak after an endless night wait for the day when i can make thunder until lightning strikes bright in periwinkle skies wait for the day when i can spin magic until my love isn’t fictional or a surprise only then, this specific circumstance, is the day you and i get to grow up

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rainstorm, thunder, precious water river streams of poetry made by a daughter every teardrop heaven cries indigo blue, neon purple skies overhead the ocean’s curls every time it rains baby girl look around, edge to edge, you’ll find i’m the only one on your mind

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2d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 3:25 AM UTC

pearl

rainstorm, thunder, precious water river streams of poetry made by a daughter every teardrop heaven cries indigo blue, neon purple skies overhead the ocean’s curls every time it rains baby girl look around, edge to edge, you’ll find i’m the only one on your mind

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eyes downturned, back forward you don’t pay attention to me i am the least interesting thing next to your phone, your work, your route you have new playthings new idols new women new everything i am the only old thing you’ve kept close so i keep myself easy, lubricated my legs are crossed with sweat your eyes never meet mine why won’t you look at me? i watch you make yourself some sandwich to lick the crumbs off from the plate these days, i wonder why you bother when i make it so very difficult same early mornings, same conversations we go around a suburban cul-de-sac i think you like the drama i think i just like you someday it will all make sense, i whisper to anyone listening someday it will all make sense, i say as you close the coffin

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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC

apples and oranges

eyes downturned, back forward you don’t pay attention to me i am the least interesting thing next to your phone, your work, your route you have new playthings new idols new women new everything i am the only old thing you’ve kept close so i keep myself easy, lubricated my legs are crossed with sweat your eyes never meet mine why won’t you look at me? i watch you make yourself some sandwich to lick the crumbs off from the plate these days, i wonder why you bother when i make it so very difficult same early mornings, same conversations we go around a suburban cul-de-sac i think you like the drama i think i just like you someday it will all make sense, i whisper to anyone listening someday it will all make sense, i say as you close the coffin

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my abused spine cracks when i stretch heat pools at the base, in my chest sweat behind my knees rarely bother me when the air from the 3 thousand electric fan hits it once while it sweeps the room my thoughts of you have curdled milky in its memory, thinned out with tears i spy a few maggots infesting the now dull afternoon of the youth of our summer together in rizal, the nights are dry like the sun loved it too much, leftover sunlight in the night i feel the air, the bugs, the sweat, the pain all twisting, vibrating, a song no one knows but me i still talk to you in my head, the way phantom pain springs out without tempo i still dream in cursive letters, in labyrinthian fantasies i still think of you as the wounded hero and i the deluded knight these thoughts remain real and unreal over and over again all of this to say, i feel i should tough it out refuse medication and keep my eyes to the ground my brain is a battered boom box and my pen is a knitting needle because inevitably i forget whatever feelings i felt until i realize i am using worn yarn for a new sweater i thought you’d like

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May 21

May 21, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC

free fall

my abused spine cracks when i stretch heat pools at the base, in my chest sweat behind my knees rarely bother me when the air from the 3 thousand electric fan hits it once while it sweeps the room my thoughts of you have curdled milky in its memory, thinned out with tears i spy a few maggots infesting the now dull afternoon of the youth of our summer together in rizal, the nights are dry like the sun loved it too much, leftover sunlight in the night i feel the air, the bugs, the sweat, the pain all twisting, vibrating, a song no one knows but me i still talk to you in my head, the way phantom pain springs out without tempo i still dream in cursive letters, in labyrinthian fantasies i still think of you as the wounded hero and i the deluded knight these thoughts remain real and unreal over and over again all of this to say, i feel i should tough it out refuse medication and keep my eyes to the ground my brain is a battered boom box and my pen is a knitting needle because inevitably i forget whatever feelings i felt until i realize i am using worn yarn for a new sweater i thought you’d like

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thick air, may flowers i run through it all the same way a lonely fish treads upstream river waters if my every attempt to live is defiance enshrouded by misery if breathing already weighs this much god, can you tell me where i can buy a new set of lungs or a pack of cigarettes?

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May 14

May 14, 2026 at 12:04 PM UTC

thoughts

thick air, may flowers i run through it all the same way a lonely fish treads upstream river waters if my every attempt to live is defiance enshrouded by misery if breathing already weighs this much god, can you tell me where i can buy a new set of lungs or a pack of cigarettes?

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look outside quickly the lilac sky might be spread thin but watch it spread into an indigo blue you’ll hate that pretty soon ariana whispers to me in my sleep do you think she knew the way i do? i think you’ll say, who cares, who cares? and then i’ll ask you to color me pink color me blue, an empty gray color me the strength of a woman who prays and braids her hair by herself color me whatever color you want for a little while we were two kids, one paper wasn’t it so fun when it lasted? the sky will soon turn inky black and the stars will come out when you see them, you’ll remember me like a chorus from a song you won’t play like a route from a road you won’t walk like a drink from a bar you won’t drink memories will come like luminescent bubbles too fragile to pop you’ll wonder for a while, maybe cry i’ve only heard you cry once but you’ll pack up soon enough after all, i am someone you won’t want to think about

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May 3

May 3, 2026 at 6:36 AM UTC

interlude to reality

look outside quickly the lilac sky might be spread thin but watch it spread into an indigo blue you’ll hate that pretty soon ariana whispers to me in my sleep do you think she knew the way i do? i think you’ll say, who cares, who cares? and then i’ll ask you to color me pink color me blue, an empty gray color me the strength of a woman who prays and braids her hair by herself color me whatever color you want for a little while we were two kids, one paper wasn’t it so fun when it lasted? the sky will soon turn inky black and the stars will come out when you see them, you’ll remember me like a chorus from a song you won’t play like a route from a road you won’t walk like a drink from a bar you won’t drink memories will come like luminescent bubbles too fragile to pop you’ll wonder for a while, maybe cry i’ve only heard you cry once but you’ll pack up soon enough after all, i am someone you won’t want to think about

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you and i aren’t strangers not friends, not lovers where those boxes are supposed to be a tenuous thread thrums in between silver-spun, sugar sweet this thread only you and i can see hangs as delicate as a catholic’s prayer and holds as strong as a July typhoon people see other people only in certain angles but i see the kaleidoscope of you when the light hits just right, you sparkle i hold on tight, scared to be cut loose since i can’t see you; not even your shadow, we exist as long as the thread’s pulled taut if you promise to never let go i won’t, i won’t, i won’t

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Apr 27

Apr 27, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC

invisible string theory

you and i aren’t strangers not friends, not lovers where those boxes are supposed to be a tenuous thread thrums in between silver-spun, sugar sweet this thread only you and i can see hangs as delicate as a catholic’s prayer and holds as strong as a July typhoon people see other people only in certain angles but i see the kaleidoscope of you when the light hits just right, you sparkle i hold on tight, scared to be cut loose since i can’t see you; not even your shadow, we exist as long as the thread’s pulled taut if you promise to never let go i won’t, i won’t, i won’t

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from the fingernail slivers of sympathetic looks “oh, i didn’t know you were twenty-five” to the sugar coated saccharine phrases “well, you’re just the right age to date” there’s a tingling sensation i have yet to observe surface level i think i am embarrassed for myself and for you for even asking, starting this asinine conversation sink into the dermis, i think i am ashamed, ashamed, ashamed what kind of girl can’t even lock down a man? what kind of woman can’t even get married? traditionalist things that echo loud clanging sounds in my brain, the poor thing’s exhausted i’ve tried to stretch myself and look inward i’ve tried to pull my tongue out and be different but my god, this entire thing? it’s so boring, so boring, i am bored without even finishing

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC

everything is embarrassing

from the fingernail slivers of sympathetic looks “oh, i didn’t know you were twenty-five” to the sugar coated saccharine phrases “well, you’re just the right age to date” there’s a tingling sensation i have yet to observe surface level i think i am embarrassed for myself and for you for even asking, starting this asinine conversation sink into the dermis, i think i am ashamed, ashamed, ashamed what kind of girl can’t even lock down a man? what kind of woman can’t even get married? traditionalist things that echo loud clanging sounds in my brain, the poor thing’s exhausted i’ve tried to stretch myself and look inward i’ve tried to pull my tongue out and be different but my god, this entire thing? it’s so boring, so boring, i am bored without even finishing

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you’ve walked from one end to another your feet, my darling, must be so sore i know you bought your heels half off you looked good, time to come home there will be other plates, other fates to taste, to savor, and to feel revived your stomach is all but an empty ***** you ate your fill, time to come home you’ve worn such a heavy coat when you’re summer year-round to be touched by the rain is optional you’re shivering, time to come home this is no retreat, no surrender for you were never supposed to fight you can’t lose what you can’t win you’re tired, my darling, time to come home you went through so much, so fast you’ve pushed through thick and thin there is no shame in coming home when an opened door is waiting for you

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC

time to come home, tehanita

you’ve walked from one end to another your feet, my darling, must be so sore i know you bought your heels half off you looked good, time to come home there will be other plates, other fates to taste, to savor, and to feel revived your stomach is all but an empty ***** you ate your fill, time to come home you’ve worn such a heavy coat when you’re summer year-round to be touched by the rain is optional you’re shivering, time to come home this is no retreat, no surrender for you were never supposed to fight you can’t lose what you can’t win you’re tired, my darling, time to come home you went through so much, so fast you’ve pushed through thick and thin there is no shame in coming home when an opened door is waiting for you

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