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Enero Nov 2017
As the drinks
start to end
As every laughter
gets replaced with good bye's
And as they depart
The place just feels
more quiet than ever
happy birthday to me
Enero Jun 2023
‘This world is not for me’
I said to myself when I took a drag of my cigarette

I will never understand
human nature and its dependence
so I pretend I do

To quote Bukowski:
“and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?”
  
misunderstood by many that it poses a question.
it’s rhetorical;
to be free, is to be lonely
and to be lonely, is to be free

Midway through my cigarette now
‘Why am I even smoking?’
I do not derive pleasure from this, nor drinking

I chuckle at the epiphany
‘The trouble with a mask, is that it never changes’
said alcoholic Bukowski again

My old utter indifference to molds and shapes
and eternal disdain that I am still in one
no matter how the disconnect, no matter the growth

I guess this world not being for me, is paradoxically;
still for me

I am both all, and none

The anomaly of anomalies
The outlier of outliers
The misfit of misfits

I let the ember of my cigarette
burn through the filter, then to my fingers

I felt alive
then nothing
Enero Dec 2017
Shotgun equipped by you
Ready to fire
Locked and loaded

Aimed at every existence of mine
Its muzzle residing
at the very linings
of your lips

I feel it violently close
You pull the trigger endlessly
And we both perish
over and over in unison

And every kiss
is a fierce blow to the brain
And a gentle poke
to the heart
her
Enero Nov 2019
her
You are my consistency

The consistent spark
the consistent laughs
the consistent stares
the consistent adoration

The consistent longing
the consistent desperation

Every encounter
would just be
the consistent fall
from the consistent height

The consistent joy
with the consistent smile

As my letters run through
inconsistent strokes
I write these consistent lines

For you are my consistency
Enero Apr 25
Inakyat ko ang kabundukang Kordilyera,
kung saan
mataas at matayog
ang mga sanga’t puno

bawat hakbang ko sa paisahe
ay mabigat pagkat
malumanay,
sa sindak sa panganib
ng paghulog
at pagpalya

walang polusyon dito ng mga sasakyan,
ni init ng mga nagtataasang gusali

sa lupaing ito,
hinarap ko ang mga anito
ng aking mga
pangangamba

ako'y lumuhod,
nag-alay ng dasal
para sa aking mga hinarap
at haharapin pa

kasabay sa indayog ng tinik
na tumatarak sa aking dibdib,
sa tibok ng aking puso
ang pagkalas ng aking mga dinadala

ako'y muling umakyat;
lumipad,
sa kabundukang Kordilerya

at bumaba akong
mas mataas
at mas matayog
sa mga sanga’t puno
Enero May 25
Inakyat ko ang kabundukang Kordilyera,
kung saan
mataas at matayog
ang mga puno

bawat hakbang ko sa paisahe
ay mabigat ‘pagkat
malumanay.
sa sindak sa panganib
ng paghulog
at pagpalya

walang polusyon dito ng mga sasakyan,
ni init ng mga nagtataasang gusali

sa lupaing ito,
hinarap ko ang mga anito
ng aking mga
pangangamba

ako'y lumuhod,
nag-alay ng dasal
para sa aking mga hinarap
at haharapin pa

kasabay sa indayog ng tinik
na tumatarak sa aking dibdib,
sa tibok ng aking puso
ang pagkalas ng aking mga dinadala

ako'y muling umakyat;
lumipad,
sa kabundukang Kordilyera

at bumaba akong
mas mataas
at mas matayog
sa mga puno
Enero Jul 2018
The night is dark
and the day seemed
to have blurred behind me

As I slither and fight my way
through every night of restless work
and a buried regret from a love
I let slip through my fingers
again

While a dozen
and a half brushstrokes
echoes around
All protruding one image
Until she comes around again
I lie and wait
for the sun to set
three hundred
and sixty five times

The night is dark
darker than usual
Enero Oct 2017
You always had a funny way
of how your hips
Makes my mind sway more
than you have ever swayed
Enero Oct 2017
Eyes profound as the earth
enough to make you wonder
Whether you've fallen flat
or been revolving
around her

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