There's pride in sharing
And then there's bowing down
To lust upon Hollywoodizing mythologies
my kababayan are eager to laud about
It's easier to hate your own, hate your own, hate your own
Because you wait for the paint to turn to white
So you can appreciate them?
With what? A bigger pocket?
A better dress?
What to you makes a better dress?
One that submits to universal attention?
But they weren't designed after Western values
They were made for your immediates' eyes
You twist your tongue to sound like you come
from another village
and pity those who still talk like the previou ...Read more
Part I: Chaos And Religion
If you had a nickel for every time you crossed the road rooting
for speeding cars to hit you in the middle
in the middle where you close your eyes, waiting for that glorious fin
Knowing that you will not get cheered on in the afterlife
and you're okay with it
But in the cold in-betweens and moments of internal chaos
that have you wondering
should you give in to theism, humanity's greatest vanity
bow down to deities, pray to non-existing endless varieties
that your mother and her sisters would not shut up about
that the world wouldn't stop shoving down our ...Read more
I am not alright with dying
I am not alright with living, either
I am stuck in the pathos in between
A purgatory of my own making
One thread, one sledgehammer of my own sins.
Some times I hate everyone. Some times I hate myself. I’m sick. I’m dizzy.
Growing peaches in the dark
Nectarine before the fall
Remedric after thaw
The world rushes straight, heteronormative too much
Disputes over land
Made-up histo[r]ic value,
Burying children in the sand.
Surely the gods didn’t put us here to argue but, boy, do you enjoy it.
Never mi ...Read more
You do not compare to him
All your work and you still do not compare to him
You aren't even a pale imitation
Just a passing soul that will never be good enough
You set his picture as your screensaver
A telltale of a man you will never become
That green sun pierces through your blinds
Consume you with gusto
like burns on your face
You will never be that sight for sore eyes
That calms the city and lull giants to sleep
They want not your flesh and will toss you aside
for fresher peach, a ...Read more
not to be policed,
but to have fun with as one lives
– Life In the Infinite Foreword
A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing.
The Incomplete Range
Release date: TBA 2018
The Incomplete Range the collation of selected works from my 2017 poetry where each entry is a dissection of the daily ups and downs. While I'm still working on publishing the entire catalog, you may refer to the vignettes below. Don't forget to pick up your physical and e-copies of my work from Amazo ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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