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Category: Poetry

  • Read Before the Lines

    Read Before the Lines

    In the sky, a dark gloomy cloud hovering, through tinted windows watching after a sip of bitter black liquid vigorous soul jumping, wanting euphoria so vague, unclear, but exact notes on skin, written in ink indescribable penmanship, comprehensible thoughts does coffee really taste bitter or maybe it’s just an estimation of a million complications abstract…

  • Ordering at a Nearby Coffee Shop

    Ordering at a Nearby Coffee Shop

    pretty boy behind the counter how do you keep that smile on your lips this is our usual encounter you look at me, it’s a lunar eclipse your eyes glitter like the stars oh so beautiful stars my name you scribble in fancy writing you ask me what i’m thinking oh pretty boy get on with…

  • hibernation

    you spend so long looking up the stars counting them one by one, analyzing. the sand beneath you crumbles and you ignore the waves striking your feet. it’s a cold night, but you’ve been told your heart is colder so you didn’t bother lighting up and warming your soul. it looks better in pitch black…

  • rain of the twentieth

    it’s been a while since it rained in the southern tagalog region rained hard enough to hear under the sheets over the pillows the windows are tight-locked and foggy, it is uncertain which is colder, harsher: the outside or the inside or an equilibrium the greens have never looked so pretty: damp and in the…

  • [in the in] Between

    [in the in] Between

    . the sun met the moon at the calculated hour the detailed minutes of their conference were provided and, as follows: (now at this point, you, reader, imagine what the two celestial bodies might say to the other in this meeting. fully visualize the burning ball that is the Sun face-to-face with the rocky cold…

  • thirty-seven

    either some days end a little earlier or that the sun stays up and sets more slowly on days like this: warm, gently spread out rays golden hitting closed eyes and flushed cheeks and coffee-soaked lips it’s almost the end of yet another revolution, which is simply like a day, only a tad longer longer…