December 2011
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hindi akouwi kasi nasa bahay si ate
and there she is, eager to lay her abusive hands on me.
but, it is not her hands that i fear, it’s her eyes. and what i would see the moment i look into them.
it is not the pain, but the shame. i know that she knew. it. me. the truth
this anger, this fear. the ghost that i keep.
hit the ground. run!
but there’s no escaping
the things that dwell within.
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sa iyo.
gaano ba kabilis maupos ang sigarilyong hinihithit ng mariin? ang ginhawa ba’y sapat upang manatili ang init na gumugupo sa lamig ng laman? ang sagot ay hindi. ngunit ikaw, sa iyong init na hatid, sa ginhawang dulot sa sukdulan ng ating pagtatalik, ay may kalakip na pangako ng pag-ibig na habambuhay. Pangakong habambuhay na madarang sa nagbabagang pagsinta at pagnasa.
gaano ba karaming...
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to you who write,
Every word ever written is
a metaphor of the soul
a being cast in fire to merely take shape
and as the words take form, as essence stands
it draws life from the kindling heat inside a writer’s heart
the drafts you draw
like everything caressed by the crisp air
is a womb
a birthplace of that fire
sanctuary of all burnings…
To you who write, please
keep that fire alive
that fire, it grants
all the...