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xxa

“Dare should I give you a gift?”
a thought arose.
Albeit the world rejects, their
thoughts, I oppose.
Suppose a rose was
the gift I chose,
would you please stop
having thoughts like those?

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drunk

i don’t wanna wake up
thinking this all doesn’t make sense
i don’t wanna come home
feeling doubt or any regret

the tension’s so tough inside
i’m tense, it’s so rough
i’ll fight
till i’m through it all

sometimes i lie awake in my room
consumed by all the blues
if i were in someone else’s shoes
i’d come running back to you

oscillation is on the fence
going about things
in a roundabout way
confusion’s got a hold on me
eclipse the truth and now i can’t see

the tension’s so tough inside
i’m tense, it’s so rough
i’ll fight
till i’m through it all

sometimes i lie awake in my room
consumed by all the blues
if i were in someone else’s shoes
i’d come running back to you

bedhead

my mind is
underwater
to call you mine, it-
it depends

i think this time will
really kill me
perpetually stuck
at 2 am

i think
certainly
100%
unsure

i’ve never
really felt anything
like this before

come and stay here
in my bed
though you lie awake here
in my head-

is underwater
to call you mine, it-
still depends

i think this time will
really heal me
perpetually stuck
at 10 am

i think
certainly
100%
unsure

i’ve never
really felt anything
like this before

come and stay here in my bed
lie awake here in my head

cut

when you’re crossing paths
and you’re walking fast,

“h-“.

sampung porsiyento

nakahiga
naluluha
at natutulala
ang pag ibig niya sa akin
tila’y nawawala

idaan sa tula
ang sakit at luha
at sana ang kaayusan
ay makamit at makuha

,

Put your best foot forward then chop it off
Show me the worst sides of yourself
Only then will I love you

moi

i magine
‘ 96
m yriad

a fterthought
f uture
r emembering
a pprehension
i nsight
d espair

diamond

i have to admit,
it gets lonely.
your multi-faceted joy
all reflecting towards me.

Mori

light flickering,
lips quivering,
a silence,
a halt.

blinded ears,
deafened eyes,
all these years,
hidden cries.

What it Means to Build II

If this is what the power of writing can do; to purify our minds and our hearts with words we never knew we could speak, then I don’t ever plan on stopping.