• Prose and Poetry

    My jeepney ride was whirring away from work. Finally. I was going home. I was already pooped and scorched despite the fact that it was early evening.Eventually, I had reached half of the destination to home. Monumento. As usual, the place was teeming with people. It was a cacophony of yells and honks. Amidst the noise of rush hour, one thing was evident to me – my growling stomach. But hey! I was in a place where food isavailable in all directions!I started to think about what to chow on – a kebab of kwek kwek? Nah, too few ; shawarma?too expensive; a tuhog of fishballs? too bitin… hmmm.‘Lo and…

  • Prose and Poetry

    a heart entwined in thorns bleeding profusely with so much anger i implore a sullen haven where i could entrap myself and set a barrier, against the misery that’s leading me to my place, a place set for me in the underworld… yet, i don’t want to be caged… i’d rather follow the footsteps towards my emancipation, and trudge gradually on the broken pieces of my life. until my innate fury dissipates, and grant me my final respite.

  • Prose and Poetry

    Fallen Star “They could never understand what you set out 2 do instead they chose 2 ridicule u when u got weak they loved the sight of your dimming and flickering starlight How could they understand what was so intricate 2 be loved by so many so intimate they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse of ignorance that they have done for much 2 long 2 just forget and carry on I had loved u forever because of who u r and now I mourn our Fallen Star.” – Tupac I then stare at nameless faces and back at my own hollow cadaver. It was a pity to be mourned…

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