I am not god fearing
I am not one to condemn others to hell
Nor flirt with angels

But
there's something about us
something that I cannot describe

Because
ever since the first night we've met

Fate is all I can think about

human zoo
animal comes here
to see humans…

I got used to your morning texts. Maybe that's what made waking up quite difficult. I had to wake up every morning wondering why I had to feel that hole in my chest. And trying to shrug it off by the coffee you didn't want me to drink.
I got used to your sweet messages. Maybe that's why receiving messages became difficult. I expect your name everytime my phone beeps and it's killing me to realize you don't probably have my phone number anymore. So I try pushing the thought away by messaging boys you never wanted me to talk to.
I go through the day trying to tear away my mind from you. Trying to fit myself to any other puzzle but the memory of the old you. I try so hard to keep myself busy but I still pause when I feel my heart clench because of the things that remind me of you.
I know what I want. I know I love you. No, the old you. I love how the old you loved me so hard it felt like I was on cloud nine. You loved me so much I didn't bother loving myself because you filled me up. So when you dropped, "wala na kong nararamdaman" I didn't know what else to do. It's just so... Difficult.

It is springtime in the capital.
I visit here every year on this day.
it was the day he died
so long ago
so very long ago.
in a war no one remembers.
Cherry blossoms are abundant
everywhere I look
warm spring sunshine is glowing.
The wall is long and filled
with the uncountable
names of the fallen.

I look for the name
of my boyhood friend Joseph Reilly
It is always hard to find.
So many names so much sadness.

We served together in Nam
I hear the explosion
the flash of the landmine.
He gave his life that I might live
a gift beyond any gratitude.

A shaft of sunlight falls
onto the gold filigree
of the names on the wall.
On my white shirt they reflect
like on a screen.
I see his name on me
as though he is reaching to me
to say I love you man.
I whisper not as much
as I love You Joe.

A cloud passes the sun
and his name melts
from my white shirt
On the granite wall it stays

I try to exfoliate the earth so that I  may be released from her pores

if you've met god then you know satan and I don't know if you or I are the odd ones out

Scars on arms and thighs,
Sending her on a dangerous high.
Voice scream in mind,
While you tell her to be more kind.
Stomach badly aches,
As she sits and watches you bake.
Her vision slowly waters,
As you learn this is your daughter.
With scars,
And burns.
That's thin,
And weak.
She does it all,
While trying avoid the pull.
A pull that will take her forever,
When she wish most to me together.
For you to hold her near,
And say 'I'm with you dear'.