I sculpted the figure of my future catastrophe Carved it in the image of you. The slope of your hips, The softness of your stomach, I think of it as I break apart the slab Chipping off the wholeness for something I thought I can make forever, All while imagining the end. If I… Read More Pygmalion effect
This one is for you and me. For you out there, because the world is in shambles and the reality of it is horrifying. For you, stuck at home for a month, with your doubts and anxieties covering your bedroom walls until you can’t find a way out. I hope you find the window of… Read More A breather.
I have found crevices of me that you haven’t claimed- The contours of my snarl The bones of my tightly bound fist- You cannot touch me here. I’ve run out of permissions to give before I yell Out of hasty apologies to temper my biting temper; My kicks My screams They are now crimson fireworks… Read More Now a Medusa, before a Magdalene.
The fluttering has stopped. I rip butterfly wings apart and crumple them into confetti, Watch the writhing bodies escape my grasp Hungry crawling infants searching for decay. My stomach, Once of wildflowers and untamed earth, Now lies a gaping mouth, A daunting welcome mat ready for its first death. Somewhere has to be a graveyard.… Read More From butterflies to maggots.
Every day, I relapse Collapse, Then rebuild, and walk forward. I’m doing well means The rain can’t be stopped from pouring And goodbyes shall keep echoing (Faint tune of footsteps walking away) Like the inevitable dance of falling leaves once autumn arrives And all that’s left to do is watch. I’m doing well means… Read More I’m doing well.
Dear former lover, Have the days been kind to you? I remember this was my wish for you even before we were together- to have a kind today and a kinder tomorrow. It hasn’t changed. Are you eating well? Are you healthy? To be honest, I think I make a good lover but a bad… Read More A letter to the wind.
Saan napapadpad ang mga pangakong hindi natupad? Tumiklop kaya sila ng kanya-kanyang mga pakpak, at nagpatangay sa himpapawid nang nagkamaling kapalaran? O sila ba ay mga talang pilit inangkin ng hila ng daigdig, Mga mapalinlang na bulalakaw At binaon sa limot nang desinteresadong kinabukasan? Saan ko ba muling mararanasan ang tamis ng mga salitang minsan… Read More Saan napapadpad ang mga pangakong hindi natupad?
‘Di ko akalaing May hangganan pala ang binabaybay natin. Sa tagal na inabot nang perwisyong trapik, Sa tila walang katapusang mala-ahas na daan, Napagkamalan kong tahanan ang sinasakyan Ang biyahe sa patutunguhan. Una ka palang bababa kaysa sa akin. Tanda ko nung tayo’y bata pa, Tuwing lalabas ng eskwela, Pinagaawayan lagi kung sino… Read More Para po.
I’m saying goodbye to myself. The longer I stay stagnant, the more that I’ve become a stranger. I’m chipping off parts of myself that I used to identify with. Love. Awareness. Passion. Like an amateur sculptor, I’m sculpting myself to a different shape, but without a plan or a vision of what I should be.… Read More Saying goodbye.
It is now the middle of Pride month, the time where those who fall under the rainbow spectrum and the straight allies alike show support to the LGBT+ community by acknowledging and celebrating their existence. But more than dusting out our rainbow flags and attending the Pride Parade wearing our most colorful outfits, it’s also… Read More Rainbow Rights in the Philippines: A Waiting Game | WIMtern Task 3
Fly Higher, Icarus. 