august 6, 2024
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under the light of this massive golden ball above / i happen to glimpse the shadow of the truth below / that without a peripheral doubt these words will someday make sense // that someday can be now to some, a little later to a few, a thousand years to corpses twenty-six feet under ngl not gonna lie that the hard-punch truth is reserved for those who are unprepared / unaware of the fact that change is the only constant, plan in reverse, rehearse / to improve and adapt / or not and rot ://curtain
july 12, 2024
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and when the fire inside me demolish the many facade i constructed, maybe then would i know peace, and witness the broken pieces of what i lived to know as real: scattered, flaming, smoking, ashes, gone
july 4, 2024
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innocence
was the look i got from her
'who are you?" she asked
anything you want me to be
temporarily
april 26, 2024
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of recreating the human person / with programmable emotions based on the external, of experiences passed, past / way beyond morality / of interconnected parts, most parts often missed / those skinless cyborgs' roaming with their wireless mobiles connected to the invisible waves of the internet / expressing, re-expressing explosions: these trends / train the shallow to swallow potential and await - wait, LFG.
march 21, 2024
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and if you could be in my place -
if you could be me
you wouldn't question why you did what you did
you'll breathe, close your eyes, and decide -
i can do what i intend to do
and smile
february 22, 2024
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wind against my skin, my clothes, parachute cut off,
falling — to someplace unknown
a splash of colors hit me
same ceiling in front of me
blanket for a hanky
curtains shut the world off
music, at a hundred percent, for effect
save yourself, from yourself
shallow waters drown ants
february 18, 2024
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swam and jumped across
from the bitterness
to the sweet side of living, of unusual life
to balance the scales, at least for a while
papers dragged me down,
staples against skin,
shredder shred (me now)
taped, glued, copy-pasted back to life,
to the shear cycle of wave-crashing at the shore,
somewhat angry at the moon
for visiting too soon (before the sun completely sets) but is it too soon?
february 18, 2024
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the sun will rise and set,
rise and set, rise — and set
but today i sit, eat, and relax
sun-kissed, wave-touched, wind-caressed
dreamt more dreams, laughed more times
adrenaline rush, of excitement (far)
far away from the usual mesh (of activities)
with persons wishing the same experience
bathe a little longer, a little warmer
to create a space to calm the mind
to think of things — a breather
for what's upcoming (ahead)
(a whisper shout) kaya ko 'to! (i can do this)
february 14, 2024
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life flashing, a hyperlapse
a myriad of emotions
too much to handle (alone)
something's there,
close enough to touch
too scared to feel it's warmth
(tip of an iceberg)
the future, unknown
the past, unexplored
the present (tensed), static.
a hundred years of sleep, perhaps
perhaps a million more.
february 1, 2024
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and when the world is filled
with zombies, dragons,
and aliens
we'll know what/who's important —
for now, distraction
january 26, 2024
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some ppl,
it will be cruel to cut /
off —
so, stay
away from me /
emotionally ;