Birth
I have been birthed with the knowledge of everything —
beautiful; destroyed and corrupted
Supremo 160
Sa araw na ito ay gusto kitang batiin. Kahit na nung pinakita ko yung larawan mo sa mga estudyante ko dati ang sabi nila "Si Apolinario Mabini!" dahil ang akala nilang itsura mo ay yung may itak na nakapang-magsasaka.
pensive
everyday, wanting it to rain
with notions of walking barefoot
on wet asphalt; lying down
on a patch of wet, green grass
An Open Letter To All Young People
Dear young ones! The sun is about to set, and so are we
Remember your creator while the days of your youth are still free
Into the Woods
Amidst the trees, I lose my fear
Their hushed wisdom draws me near
Lone Wolf
It may be melancholic when you think about being lone, be fine still. Trust that the universe has it's own way of making things wonderful and amazing.
Alay sa mga napapagod at nawawalan na ng gana
Tatakbo ang oras, pwede kang malagpasan ng panahon,
Pero hangga't dumidilat ka ay mas may pag-asa pa rin kesa sa kahapon
my paradise
if you must play songs:
play only in tragedy
for my heart knows only grief
Quest for Greatness
Though limitations exist, let's not retreat,
Yearning for greatness, challenges we'll meet.
An Open Letter To Someone I am Admiring from a Distance
Ngayong nandito na tayo sa dulo,
Akin ng nagpatanto,
May mga pagmamahal talagang hindi nakalaan gaano man natin ka gusto
To Silent Dads
But my love, it runs depends, silently, you see.
I toil and strive, day in and day out.
Driving Through Time
In our haste to get to our location we routinely rocket past charming, delightful places. Sometimes we don’t even see them thanks to all the planning and work put into our highway system.
prognosis
I trespass into the world beyond the living
in this mindscape, i see him— a deep entanglement
in a chasm of nothingness; faceless, he sits, he waits
Yell
Yell is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Stuck with Memories for the month of October Yell I used to believe I had so many reasons to stay, let my bags…
Gray World
The flames of courage sparked in their eyes.
Their hope was seen to arise and shine.
They marched and began to break the ground.