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El Oct 2017
today, the clouds are crying in rage
i observe the embankment where grey water is flowing over
consuming the city with its anger
and i watch this all unfold (water begins to touch my feet)
but i do not worry about you:
i have no need to do so.

your clouds never seethe
the endless stretch of land and sky between us agree
you exist in a place where Babylon never existed –
but instead of seeking the heavens
i remember beating the earth until the soil bathed in blood;
i begged for it to let you go
(who enjoys a place free of sores?)
but as water seeps through the cracks of my home
touching the furniture you once touched
destroying my abode like you did with your absence
and people fleeing, leaving houses;
i am in awe of you:
how does one retain their wit even in death?

you escaped the worst.
El Oct 2017
i'm surrounded by air but i still can't breathe
i'm laughing but all i hear is its faint echo
i'm with people but i've never felt so alone
i'm holding a smile but i've already stopped smiling long ago

a choked sob threatens to escape me
but i hold it down; i swallow it whole
only this good side of me should they see
this good side of me that's slowly slipping from my grasp –
this side of me that's nothing but a trap.
El Sep 2017
a warning comes from the flashing screen
and the window shakes as the lightning crashes
it remains intact.
the hurricane continues to whip up debris
now tearing down homes
tearing my home
tearing you down –
the wind is screaming.

you should have listened to the flashing screen.
El Sep 2017
heto nanaman ako,
iniisip ka, sinta.
heto nanaman ako,
nagpapakatanga
iniisip kung bakit hindi maaring maging tayo
iniisip kung hanggang kailan ako masasaktan,
hanggang kailan ko mararamdaman
ang makapinsalang tatak ng pagiging isang matalik na kaibigan (lamang).

sabihin mo nga sa akin, sinta:
ilang luha pa ba ang aking ia-alay
ilang malulumbay na kanta pa ba ang aking pakikinggan
ilang tula pa ba ang aking isusulat
bago kita makalimutan nang tuluyan
bago kita mahalin sa paraan ng pagmamahal nila sa isang kaibigan
bago kita tuluyang mapakawalan?

heto nanaman ako, sinta:
iniisip ka
nagpapakatanga
at naghihintay na iyong sabihin,
"biro lang, sinta."
El Sep 2017
only when the rivers stop flowing,
the arctic winter bears a sapling,
and the earth becomes a constellation in the sky,
only then will you be erased from my memory;
only then will i forget my home.
El Aug 2017
residing in all of us is a false prophet
whispering words that bleed the heart of torment
leaching the mind of rationality and grit
tainting the soul with an ashen sky that is
hovering over a lagoon where the most beautiful of souls have gone astray;
leaving what was once iridescent bleak and grey.
becoming a false prophet – alas! the mind is;
following it is the gullible heart's murmurings
taking the soul to a continent far away,
seeking isolation in the crowd of new endings.

rejoicing, the false prophet is.
El Aug 2017
limampung pulgada ang pagitan ng ating upuan
limampung pulgada na tila parang isang kilometro ang distansyang kinakailangang tahakin
upang maipatong ang braso sa pahirabang nakaumbok sa gitna ng ating luklukan,
kung saan ang iyong braso'y nakapatong rin.

apatnapung pulgada nang sumara ang ilaw kasabay ng aking mga mata
kung saan sinakop tayo ng karimlang mas madilim pa sa kalagitnaan ng takipsilim
ngunit ako'y nakatayo, naglalakad na patungo sa'yo –
mga kamay na kinakapkap ang malalambot na pulang ulo
sakaling ako'y mahulog dahil ang ninanais kong sumalo sa akin
ay apatnapung pulgada pa ang layo.

(tatlumpu, dalawampu, sampu)
bawat tapak na nanatiling tahimik, maingat.
(siyam, walo, pito)
natatanaw kita sa halip ng dilim kung saan wala talagang makita, makilala.
(anim, lima, apat)
para bang lahat ng puso sa silid ay nagsabayan sa pagsigaw.
(tatlo, dalawa, isa)
nasa tabi na ki–

bumukas ang mga ilaw, kasabay ng aking mga mata;
pumalakpak ang lahat.

Limampung pulgada pa rin ang pagitan ng ating upuan.
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