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how does it feel?

And when you touch me,

I forget

…that I loathe lies,

And yet I open my heart

To welcome your deception.

…that I am lost,

And yet I reach out my hand

To join your adventure.

…that I am empty,

And yet I offer my soul

To fill your void.

…that I am numb,

And yet I arch my back

To succumb to your desire.

…that I fear guns

And yet I surrender my mouth

To swallow your bullet.

So, now

Tell me…

How does it feel when I touch you?


paano

paano kung…

kung kailan…

paano kapag…

kapag nangyari…

paano pa, tapos na.

tapos, paano na?


i write

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


bato

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


onion

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


sunset

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.


kite

Pick your kite.

Fancy, plain,

Huge, tiny,

Just right.

With some string,

Try to fly.

Take the risk,

Give it to the wind.

Take chances,

Give a little of yourself.

Make time,

Take time,

To share.

Give it some more string.

Let your it soar.

Give in.

Open your heart.

Hold on to the string

Know when to pull,

And when to yield.

Communicate constantly.

If you kite falls,

you can start over.

But if your string breaks,

You must let go.


nagbebenta ng hilaw

Hilaw?

Hindi luto.

Kulang sa tuon.

Alanganin pa, hinain na.

Hilaw?

Hindi hinog.

Kulang sa panahon.

Pinilit kahit bubot pa.

Hilaw?

Hindi ganap.

Kulang sa sikap.

Bitin, paanong papasa?

Matabang.

Mapusyaw.

Mababaw.

Kulang.

Hilaw.

‘Yan ba ang binebenta mo?

Ay, hilaw.

Art: Photo manipulation of original collage “Puwang 3 – Tulala”

by Rica


kwentong kusinero

Minsan may isang kusinero

Mahusay raw magluto.

Naisipan at nagpasya

Magbukas ng karinderia.

Mga putahe niyang likha

Tila inilutong mga katha.

Kapag sahog tinilad na

Sa pakinig ay makinilya.

Nagsimulang mag-akda,

Isa-isang ipakikilala

Mga magsisipagganap

Sa kwentong ilalaga.

At nang rekado’y pinakuluan

Kapanapanabik ang tagpuan.

Samantala, sa isang kawali

Sumagitsit yaring mantika.

Nang ang bida ay ginisa,

Tumilamsik ang hidwaan.

Matindi ang bakbakan,

Pinirito ang kalaban.

Malapelikula ang timpla.

Pihadong patok sa takilya.

May lambing ang tamis,

May tampo ang alat.

Madrama ang lasa.

Nangurot ang asim,

Nanipa ang anghang.

Maaksyon ang sawsawan.

Sariwa ang mga sangkap.

Malutong ang mga kataga.

Malinamnam ang mga damdamin.

Masabaw ang mga talinhaga.

Masustansiya ang diwa.

Busog ang mga mambabasa.

Art: “Quilt”

by Rica

gelpen on paper