i have accepted the entire notion that bending words and changing minds are nothing but a futile vision
but still- i keep on writing

embraced the society's expectations
sends me up high into flying
jumps myself towards the lovely skies
of the Manila skyscrapers
forever seeking the love and admiration
of my fellow humankind
but still- i keep on writing

at this point my creativity is dead and my lifeless words and institutional mind was absorbed by the validity of my pride and the people around me
but still- i keep on writing

broken poetry and helpless memory
formed myself into tripping and falling
in the pit of empty words and nonsensical jumble
of letters deemed and formed as a poem
but still

I still keep on writing.