death of a poet

I used to write poems all the time— would dig deep into my feelings,  would wander aimlessly into the archives of my memories, and be bewitched by my past as if I own it. I used to find myself looking in the mirror, and I would see reflections of things worth reminiscing about. I didn’t...

Sagada

Spent a few days in Sagada for the holidays, and I realized how much I missed being outdoors. There was a sense of longing there somewhere too — the thrill of a spontaneous trek in the mountains, the joyful feeling of losing track of time without guilt, and spending time away from home only to...

Zambales

How many times do you have to hear the word for you to get used to it? Do you have to say it over and over and over again? If you say it a thousand times, will your mind eventually give you other meanings? Zambales, Zambales, Zambales, Zambales – There. It is a place, most...

Strangers

This is officially the second half of 2021. Who’s still keeping tabs? I do. I always do, because time makes me think of people. Good ones and bad ones. Here are some #randomverses about time that I wrote last year.

Re-writing history

I took chances in our history,And I saw nothing butQuick stares, brief encounters.I took chances about our distance.At least you are near, I said.But all I feel and see nowIs this wide, suffocating spaceBetween us.

My First Attempt At Ghazal

Here's my first attempt at ghazal, a traditional form of poetry.

Revised Sonnet

So I posted a shitty Sonnet (my first formal verse) the other week. The good news is my professor didn't hate it. In fact, I was so ready to get destroyed when she said (right after making technical comments): "I think you have it in you". Here's the less shitty revised version:

To poets, my apologies

Here's a poem about hopelessness, pretensions, and deadlines. I didn't do it because I want to but because I have to. My professor made me do it. BTW, it's a sonnet. Lol.

A Writer’s Dilemma

I hate not doing anything Because when I’m not doing anything I have so much time to think And not everything I think about Is nice to think about Thoughts about life Thoughts about the government Thoughts about the ugly past Thoughts about the future Thoughts about uncertainties Thoughts about people However, when I’m doing...

Hole in my heart (a prose)

there’s a hole in my heart it was too visible that a man approached me he volunteered to fill it in and I said okay when a friend saw it, she asked me how come I have such an ugly patch on my chest and so I got rid of the man just to see...