hindi iyon inaasahan. Wala ni kahit ano mang babala o karatulang nagsabing dapat munang tumigil sa paglalakad. Kusa nalang tayong nagkabangga. Hindi iyon plano, hindi iyon sinasadya. Wala ni isa sa atin ang may alam kung bakit sa dinami dami ng mga ligaw na tao sa mundo, tayo pa talaga ang pinaglaruan ni Kupido. Nakakatawa,…
Read moreIn the darkest hours…
When everything is unsure Who will I call When you are not mine anymore In the darkest hours Will my desire shape the pieces of me Or I will be drowned in reality That there’s no you beside me The bed wasn’t this big It’s a mile wide now that you left And will these…
Read moreBooks over Cellphone
A desert of books Dusks and broke What is more it can When pages are left behind Oh! Young folks, There’s more to life What a beautiful life Don’t be blind by the fake light Put that weapon down This room is falling down Aren’t you sick of it Your time is what…
Read moreAs I was feeling the particularity of your presence in mine,
I also wanted to just forget what I felt during the crisp of our good old days – back to our childish sixth grade. How many poems do I need to write to prove to everyone that I am no longer in love with you? How many fate or assumptions, carols and Decembers, giddy eye-seeking…
Read moreHere you are again…
Creating steps to the road less traveled. You are such a risk-taker thinking that there’s something beautiful awaits beyond the horizon. Go on, I’ll push you through that. Make this life a worthy one. – Kath Panugan
Read moreI hope,
I hope you will not spend A moment letting your tears fall down Even a minute or a second I hope you’ll look for the art The art that you have So that you would know That you worth more than Mona Lisa It takes time to heal, I know I’ve been there before And…
Read moreTo our superhero who keeps spreading his wings for us, this is for you…
And maybe, that’s the best thing about superheroes. They never come with perfection or even prestige. Somehow, during breakdowns, midnight rushes with a glimpse of coffee and tears, shoulder pats and stern looks every time the curfew gets done, and when Mama couldn’t take the ten-minute drive to a nearby grocer, their strong personality comes…
Read moreWhen a writer falls in love,
When a writer falls in love, No metaphors left behind When a musician falls in love, Every strum produces such lovely rhythms But when you are both, You’ll spend the night writing poems with melodies – Kath Panugan
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