paano kung…

kung kailan…

paano kapag…

kapag nangyari…

paano pa, tapos na.

tapos, paano na?


i write



for you,

Because of you.

These words belong to you.

*the number of words in each line correspond to the numbers in the Fibonacci sequence


“She thought: Let go—drop the controls—this is it.”

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged


Hating-gabi nang makipag-piko

At natisod ang lelang mo

Sa isang aninong baluktot!

Ang may-ari naman nito

Nangatwiran pang palusot.

Dahil ba magaan ang bangko

Kaya’t hindi naisipang umupo?

Ang hiwaga kuno ng kwago,

Bunyag sa pukol ng pamato.

Natisod nga pati ang lelong mo

Nilang sa may diban nangagsiupo.

Bihasa nga sila sa patintero

Pagkat may sandok ang kanilang guro.

Art by Rica


peel. feel.

try, perceive

what the skin conceals

peel. weep.

cry, endure

what the tears reveal

peel. seek.

pry, discover

what the center holds

but there is nothing there.

it is not what lies beneath

but the uncovering that matters

for each layer stripped

is a pain suffered

a failure survived

a fear conquered

a confidence regained

one is defined

not by what one has but

by what one has gone through


the sun sets.

the light moves over,

the shadows takes over.

the day is over.

the world turns over.

over there.

the sun sets,

the city goes to slumber.

and i ask myself:

if that is not the place i belong,

then… where?

Art by Ma.Allana Alicalas

26″X16″ acrylic on canvas

onion II

what’s inside is history repeating.

soon enough this concentricity will reach its end.

as with all things, an end is inevitable.

though i knew, i still let myself be taken in… again, and again. and again.

and each time i shed off a layer, my defenses grow weaker.

though i feel the sting, i go on revealing a deeper part of me.

until i am painfully dry. stripped… spent… sore.