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The Myth of Artemis

I seek for you at dusk. When your brother has gone to rest and the last, warm touch of sunlight slips away from the tips of my fingers, from edges of leaves, to where the ocean ends. He bids farewell like a true poet; each second a splash from brilliant gold to deep magenta to red like blood. A welcome to your hunt. May the animals feast on the flesh of your enemies.

Hear me, Goddess. With your bow and arrow, hunt for the Wild that damage little flowers at night. Claws trampling on their soft petals, stems and leaves no longer intact. Hungry eyes starved for their sweet pollen. With menacing teeth ripping them off their purity. Listen to their faint weep against the howling. Protect their bit of color gleaming in the moonlight.

And when this madness is over, we will rejoice until the final drop of your twilight. Our spirits renewed, our smiles ablaze like your brother as he rises again. The Wild will remember your name, your raging presence hiding beneath the shadows. They will remember your arrows pierced through skin and bones and flesh. No longer dare offend the Goddess of Hunt and Moon.

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Tuwing Gabi

Kapag patay na ang mga ilaw

umaalulong ang mga aso

bumabagal ang paghinga

at papikit na ang mata—

bubulong sa akin ang

hangin; huwag ka munang

matulog.

'Di baleng ang mga mata

ay pagal na parang

nanghihinang buwan,

kapiraso na lang ang masigla.

Hangga't lumiliwanag, hangga't

nakakikita. Huwag

ka munang matulog.

Malinis na ang sala

mula sa simoy ng alak kagabi.

Tulog na ang kapatid kong

maaga pa bukas.

Malamig na ang sinaing

para sa tatlong tao,

o apat.

Paglipas ng oras,

kumupas na ang mga bulong,

tahimik na muli ang mundo

maliban

sa aking paghinga,

at kumakabog na dibdib—

tulad ng makinang may dalawang gulong

sa kalsada, sa tapat ng bahay

mahinang humuhuni

tila'y nagtatago sa liwanag ng buwan.

Ngunit ngayong gabi,

hindi ako babangon

hindi sisilip

maski ipikit ko ang mga mata'y

kita pa rin ang pagdating

ng aking ina'ng,

may kasamang hindi ko ama.

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what gravity tells you

nothing else seem more desirable than to be reckless and unbending in space. floating across an infinite sea of boundless movement, in your own speed, in your own timing. where all truths lead to absurdity for you are your own person, living in your own universe. yet laws will catch you inevitably—a force, acted upon from the sound of his laugh in an alleyway as he walks you home, or the color of his eyes glistening in the morning as he makes you your coffee, or the warmth of his hands intertwined with yours on a bus ride; driving you back to this world, closer and closer on the Earth's surface, until you begin to fall.

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Prunus persica (Peach)

A tree, subtle and slim 

on a January, embrace me 

with your delicate branches for Winter

is still here.

Your blushing petals, five 

in a flower, meets my skin

as they hold me like the hold

of a friend, 

careful not to let 

one petal fall. 

The wind blows good night, we hum

a lullaby and I lean on your tired trunk, 

we sleep—we rest against 

the rushing universe. 

Breathing and beating as one. 

Someday, we will open our eyes

and you will blossom, you will be 

a sun between my palms

your cheeks will blush as you smile

your voice is warm as you whisper

you will be okay

we will be okay. 

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Bus Ride

In a traffic jam, the engine hums a stagnant tune similar to those you fix. Only ten times bigger, only floating on water. The air exhales a chill through my skin yet the ocean breeze must be worse. The wheels finally move, echoing on the airport entrance, farther and farther away until you are gone. At least we share the same moonlight. From my window I watch the evening road in SLEX; cars, buildings, and houses fade like old memories. The headlights whisper a prayer: "come home."

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Isang Gabi sa Buendia

Manhid at kumikirot na ang kalamnan sa balikat at binti, ang mundo ay patuloy na dumidilim, mga sasakyang nagsisimula nang magsisikan—gusto ko na lang makauwi. Tila sagot na dasal ang makaupo sa sulok ng bus, sa tabi ng lumalabong salamin; may tubig-ulang pumapatak wari'y ako lang ang nakakakita. Patuloy ang pagpasok ng mga tao sa bus, nakatayo, nakakapit—naghahalong asim ng pawis at usok sa mga katawang nagsisisikan. Isasandal ang ulo, ipipikit ang mga mata, para sa tatlong oras na byaheng dapat ilang minuto lang naman pala. Ramdam ko ang bawat pagtigil at pag-andar na mas mabagal pa sa mga hakbang ng pagong habang ikaw ay sumasabay sa mga kamay ng relo, puti at pula ang liwanag sa gabi, nauubos na ang mga kanta at nandito pa rin kami. Ang oras ay patuloy kong hinahabol, inaabot ang tamang minuto para makarating sa 'yo. Pakiusap kong huwag ka muna umalis, hintayin mo muna ako. Ngunit sa kahit anong bulong na panalangin, o bilis ng mga paa, pasensya ka na at huli na ako.

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MAGHUBAD KA

Sabi-sabi ng mga matatanda

Takpan mo ang maselang katawan

Ibalot ng mahabang telang

Magtatago at magkukubli

Sa iyong kahinaan.

Kapalan mo ang koloreteng

Maglilihim sa tunay

mong itsura.

Huwag magtitiwala sa mga

Mata at labing mayroong

Dalawang sinasabi.

Isarado mo ang iyong bibig

Kung nasasaktan ka na.

Ipikit mo ang iyong mga mata

Kung naluluha ka na.

Ngunit pakiusap ko sayo,

Maghubad ka.

Punitin mo ang mga telang

Humaharang sa pagkataong

Bumubuo sayo.

At maglalantad ang mga

Pasa at sugat ng nakaraang

Patuloy na kumikirot.

Burahin ang mga koloreteng

Tumataklob sa iyong itsurang

Umaapaw sa katotohanan.

Pagka't ang bawat gabi'y

Dumadalaw ang pighati.

Maghubad ka at imulat mo

ang katawang sumisigaw

sa sakit at paghihirap.

Buksan mo ang bibig mong

Humihingi ng tulong.

Tumingin ka sa mga

Matang mauunawaan ka.

Huwag ka na magtago, anak,

nandito ako.

Hayaan mong yakapin

kita na bubuo mula

sa iyong pagkasira.

Hayaan mong punasan

ko ang iyong mgaluha.

Hayaan mong buhatin

kita kung ikaw ay pagod na.

Hayaan mong samahan

kita kung ikaw ay mag-isa.

Hayaan mong mahalin

kita kung ikaw ay nasasaktan na.

Huwag kang matakot

at mag-alinlangan.

Hindi kita

iiwanan.

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Her.

I miss her.

I miss how she looks at me with those dazzling eyes, when the sunshine reflects on her eyes, and I've never seen something as bright and as glowing as her eyes in my life. I thanked God every day for having those kind of eyes to look at me.

I miss how her hair falls back at her shoulder, putting it behind her ear when it gets on her face.

How its soft strands gently caressing my skin when she puts her head on my chest like I'm her pillow.

Oh how badly I wanted to touch it again.

I miss the way she talks about the things she loves, the way she glee with excitement, the way her voice starts to go high, the way she had that kind of face full of passion, and hope, and love. I could watch her that way every damn day without getting tired of it. She was so beautiful I wanted to make sure it stayed that way, I wanted to make sure I will keep her happy.

I miss how gentle she was. The way she holds me like I was her baby, her soft, gentle hands holding me tight, the way she talks to me like I was her child, her voice was always so gentle, so kind, like harmonies. The way she loved me, like I was the only person she ever loved.

I remembered it all, as I watch her now looking at someone with those radiant eyes.

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CW piece

She rests with them snuggling themselves in their cozy chairs

The vehicle rumbles as it is in motion; cold air caresses their bodies

She knows where they're going, for she is there far too many times

Yet no one is asking her, like she's silence nobody would notice

She is traveling with them as they walk through the steep land

Entering series of chambers underground, assuring they won't stumble in the dark

She had done this multiple times but nobody calls out for her

Like she is the stillness of the caves nobody would notice

She's walking through the pitch-black darkness

She's too familiar of where's she's going for her to even need a light

A person flashes through the magnificent, formation of rocks; she sees it again

Dazzling little crystals shining around the rocks as if it's magic

Repeatedly the tour guide had warned

Never touch the rocks for its shine disappears

She leans into it, placing her palms and feels its harsh surface

Nobody is scolding her; the magic didn't disappear anyway

She tries to catch their attention

That the crystals don't disappear when you touch them

But nobody is listening, as if she's not there

Nobody notices, as if she didn't exist at all

This is the part where she thinks

This is the part where she wonders

This is the part where she asks

This is the part where she realizes

She decided to drift away from her routine

Letting her body take her away from the people she's with

No one would notice, no one would care

She sees herself standing at the edge of the cliff

She had done the same thing over and over again

She tries to wonder and remember why she does so

She looks down; she sees herself plummeting to the ground

The moment she realized, she already crashed to the surface

And then she's seen it, and then she remembers

She remembers familiar people calling out her name; it was her friends

She remembers this has happened 2 years ago, and she's been doing it ever since

She knows it won't stop; it will never stop. She closes her eyes as a tear fell from her cheek

She opens her eyes and sit on the same spot

She snuggles on the soft fabric of the chair

She tries to remember what she did the day before

But all she knows is where they're going

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7/1/17

She wasn't supposed to look back, but it seems like no matter where she turned it's all him she ever sees.

She sees him with his perfectly curved smile; how his eyes lit up made her feel light and flowing like wind dancing with the clouds.

She sees him holding her hand and the electric current rushing in her veins. She feels his warmth and thought how good the world is for this comfort, that she is safe; she is not alone.

She loved the feeling. She loved everything about him. She loved him. She would've had stayed in her position. She would've kept everything just the way it is, but she knows she can't.

She couldn't find the curve in his lips, she couldn't see the light in his eyes. The sky became mad; it grumbles and the wind freezes them to death. There was nothing but the dark. There was nothing but his cold words piercing through her heart; his empty eyes hit like electric currents from the sky.

She didn't wish for this. All she ever wanted was for everything to go back to where it was; to go back to who they were together. But no matter where she turns she kept seeing the same chaos over and over again.

She kept seeing how her world fell apart and how so did she. He broke her, and she let him, and she lost her pieces on the ground. She knew what comes next, so she closes her eyes before it could ever meet her.

When she opened them again, white walls filled the place and she lies in a bed she knew wasn't hers. She realized where she is, and as she closes her eyes again, this time, it's a different person she sees.

It's her, with her curved mouth and lit eyes

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stick-o and cigarettes

He grabs it by the hand, gently and slowly, until it's enough for him to get a better look, to feel it with his hands. His skin brushing through its slender body, the familiar smell overwhelms him with memories. He remembers the first time he saw it, a chocolate-brown spiral thing he didn't thought was food. He looked at her, anxious about eating it, is it safe? Is it tasty? Am I going to like it? And all he sees were eyes shining as bright as the light he sees outside of his window, her eyes made him happy, her eyes made him feel safe and secured and alive. He couldn't help but smile, and as automatic as it describes, she flashes a smile more beautiful than flowers or colorful lights as if it was magic. He remembers her holding the same food, how she twines it through her gentle fingers, and held it with her two tallest fingers. As if she was smoking. As if she was bad, but he knows she's not like that. She's kind and charming and light and life. He did the same thing as she, twining it around his fingers and holding it as if it's cigarette, as if he's grown up, as if he's a man now. He remembers how she wanted it to be his only cigarette, to experience things that are sweet, and soft, and heavenly, things that will make him happy; things that will make him okay. Now he's staring at it, he takes a better look at it. But he didn't twine it with his fingers, he didn't let the savory of chocolate reach his tongue. Instead he gripped, gripped tight and hard, until it cracks into bits. He feels his hands one more time, pieces of it still in his hands, all crumbling. Finally, he feels it. Its crackling was too loud as if it was his heart he hears, like it was his heart that was tearing apart; like it was his heart that turned into bits and pieces. He grabs a roll of paper filled with something he's known for years, but it wasn't sweet, it was never sweet. It was never like the ones she gave to him. It was never like what she told him. It was never like what she made him believe what life is and why he should embrace it. Because he couldn't. He can't embrace what's already gone. He can't embrace what already happened. He can't embrace her. He can't endure her gone, forever. He puts the roll in between his lips, he lights with the faintest light he has, he takes deep breaths and smoke as if he's trying to make everything dark and blurry and confusing. Until he can't see anything. Until no one sees anything. Until he's gone too.

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scraps #4

a letter to someone who's still trying

It doesn't matter how long it's been when you fell rock bottom, when you've been so broken you don't know where to start sticking them back. It doesn't matter if you've only been taping it together just so you could get through the day, and then do it all over again the next. It doesn't matter how long you've been hurting, how long you've been broken down and lost yourself in the void of what is still unknown to you.

What matters is you're trying. You're doing what you can to get out of bed, finish your assignment, listen in class, socialize, take a bath, and eat enough. What matters is you're still trying to live, even when it's the last thing you want. And I'm proud of you for doing such a courageous thing, not everyone can be as brave as you, I want you to know that.

Thank you for being strong, little friend. Please believe me when I say that it's okay if you're not smart enough, not fast enough, not optimistic and not good enough. I understand that it takes a while for you to put your broken pieces together, because even after getting hurt from that fall, you're still hurting from the cuts you get whenever you try to pick your pieces up.

Maybe you might never get yourself back together again, you'd be so used to being broken you'd forget what it was like to be whole. But your ways of making it look like you've got it, is enough reason for it to be possible. Believe and trust that you can. Being whole is only the goal, the process of making it is what matters.  

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scraps #3

atr“How are you?” a good friend of hers asked. Trying to figure out how she was doing, trying to know what’s been going on with her life.

“I’m okay,” she answers. She knew to herself she was lying, her friend knew she was lying, but nobody said anything.

She wanted to rewind it, she wanted rephrase what she said, she wanted to tell the truth, but her mouth stayed shut, her hands didn’t move, her heart still close.

She couldn’t do anything.

For years she’s been telling the same lie over and over again just to get the conversation over with. So people wouldn’t know, so people wouldn’t notice. It doesn’t want to be caught, it doesn’t want to be known, it doesn’t want to be understood.

She lies even on days it consumes her.

Even on days when her heart beats faster than it normally should, when it beats too fast for her lungs to catch up, when her breathing is as fast as a runner catching his breath, and else starts to burst.

She gently lies on her bed, curling her body until her arms are holding her knees close to her chest as tears stream down her face. She closes her eyes and feel herself trapped a solid box too small for her body, and there was no way out. She opens her mouth hoping to voice out a cry for help but nothing comes out but her lungs gasping for air. 

Her hands start to ball themselves into fists and her arms and legs froze like ice. She cries at the sight of her whole body stiffening and shaking. She can’t handle what was happening any longer, as if her body isn’t hers to control.

She begins to become the desperate, whining dog. Her silent, painful screams begs it to get out. To get out of her head. To leave her alone. To end her agony.

But it’s never gonna leave for as long as she’s alive, it��s never gonna stop unless she does what it asks, unless she obeys what it wants her to do.  

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scraps #2

Ipaalala mo sa akin kung sino ba ako sa buhay mo.

Ipaalala mo sa akin kung ano ba ako sa buhay mo.

Ipaalala mo sa akin kung bakit ako nasa buhay mo.

kasi gusto kong maalala eh, kasi kailangan kong alalahanin kung bakit nag-uusap pa rin tayo, kung bakit nakikinig ka sa mga reklamo at hinanakit ko sa buhay at nakikinig ako saiyo, kung bakit alas tres na nang madaling araw ay tila bang hindi tayo nauubusan ng kwento, kung bakit niyakap mo ko at sinabi mong nandito lang ako para sayo.

Ipaintindi mo naman sa akin kung bakit mo pinararamdam sa akin na mahalaga ako sa buhay mo, na may parte ako dyan sa puso mo pero sa huli’y itataboy mo ako na parang basura at kahit na isang maliit na parte ay wala naman talaga. Ipaalala mo sa akin kung sino ba ako sa buhay mo.

Ipaalala mo sa akin kung ano ba ako sa buhay mo.

Ipaalala mo sa akin kung bakit ako nasa buhay mo.

Ngunit kahit ikaw, hindi mo maalala.

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HIRAETH --  a longing for a home you can't return to

I still remember how you became a home to me; how we became a person of each other; when you where there for me and I for you, and I still remember how you became a best friend I never wanted to lose, but still did. 

I don’t understand why we would waste everything and pretend we don’t know anything about each other. I don’t understand why you would decide to leave me, even when you know you’re the only one I have left. I don’t understand why this has to happen, now we’re both sucked in this void surrounded by nothing but darkness and I’m falling inside of it, endlessly. And no matter how much I scream, how much I cry for help, how much I try, I can’t seem to be saved.

I miss what it felt like to be your best friend, your go-to person, I miss being the first one who will hear about your day, the first one you will talk to when you need someone, I miss feeling fulfilled when I know I helped you in some way, when I helped you feel better; it’s one of the best achievements I’ve made. 

But I know you’re not coming back anymore, I know that wherever you are now, it’s a better place you will laugh and smile and be happy in. I remember what it felt like when you left me; the roof just fell apart as the walls came crashing down breaking all the windows and every memory we’ve had together. And no matter how much I try to live inside it, to fix everything just the way it was, without you, it’s not the same.  But someday, I will save myself, someday I’ll be okay, someday I will decide to create new memories, see new faces, feel more emotions. Someday I will stop waiting for you to come back, wishing to go back to the way it was, I will stop fooling myself that this is all just a dream. And even if you did come back, I’d know for sure I already left. 

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