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Ang Anino sa Talahiban

Dinayo ko ang kahabaan ng daan

Madilim at makipot

Walang tao saan man ako lumingon

Pagod na rin ang aking mga paa

Ngunit kailangan ko maglakad

Nang matunton ang bulwagang-bayan

Nagsilabasan ang mga kulay

Langhap ang simoy ng ihaw na may halong pawis

Pero hindi pa ito ang aking hantungan

Dadaan pa ako sa kahabaan ng tulay

Ngunit kailangan ko maglakad ng mabilis

Ito na ang hinihintay na sandali

Mailalapag ko na rin ang aking bitbit

Malaman at mabigat

Walang tao sa paligid

Kaya sinimulan na ang paglibing

At nang malalim na ang bangin

Doon ko iniwan ang anino sa talahiban

Walang makakaalam

*patuloy na naglakad*

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Here is my recent Gameboys fanart!!! I am still inspired by Gav’s and Cai’s love with each other. So I also made a poem, which is written in Cai’s perspective because I realized that the story’s plot revolves around Cai.

My concept here is to make it appear as if it is Cai’s online journal. I might add another entry next time, but it is still undecided. Overall, I had fun doing this tribute. And if y’all have not yet watched it, please do because there is more to it than just a ‘coming-out’ queer love story. Surely, you will find yourself wondering how love and life can be communicated in this time of pandemic. Best believe your heart will go on an exciting journey.

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LALIM NG TUBIG

Tayo lang talaga ang nakakaalam kung gaano na kalalim ang tubig sa loob ng ating mga katawan.

Tayo lang ang nakakaalam kung gaano na kalalim ang tubig kung saan wala nang lupang matutuntungan.

Tayo lang rin ang nakakalam kung paanong mapanakit ang lamig sa bawat lalim ng tubig nito.

At tayo lang rin ang nakakaalam kung paanong nakakapuwing ang dilim ng likidong dulot nito.

sumuyod-suyod,

lumubog man sa bandang roon

ay malulula lang sa takot;

umanod-anod,‬

‪nanlulunod na parang

walang hanging dinudulot.

lumangoy-langoy,

subukan mang pumaituktok

ay ulo lamang ang makakaahon.

Tayo lang ang nakakaalam.

Tayo lang.

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An excerpt from my poem, which is inspired by the korean movie titled, “Parasite”.

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UMBRA • 3/3 of series 10

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To close out this series, I would like to share some poems that I genuinely cherished in my life. Though some came from my bad experiences, they still made me the person I am today.

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UMBRA • 2/3 of series 10

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I know it is too late for me to post this, but 2019 left a remarkable impression to me. Though I had not been active on certain matters, but it felt like I did a lot of mental work last year. It was a journey of self-exploration, mainly about how I view my life as a whole. So I hope, with this series, I can be able to have a final closure with all the things I experienced on the previous decade. So now, cheers to a fresh new start!

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Martini

It started on August

A feast in an evening

Saw you in a corner, drinking

It was your eyes

I looked at them

And I was mesmerized

Never have I ever

Had a casual interaction

Turned me from stranger to lover

And with your every touch

My cheeks turned

From beige to peach

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Then after a year, on August

Never thought this was you before

Turned you from lover to stranger

Because with your every touch

My cheeks turned

From peach to purple

It was in your eyes

I saw myself

Hopeless and terrified

And in a bloody evening

Enough with your beating, I drink

Martini, is for a bitch like me

Note: this will be the last poem that i will post in 2019 (and in this decade). 2016 was the first time i pursued writing for passion, and i am glad i found myself still getting inspired and writing up to this moment. all of my artworks are parts of my different selves — fragments of my soul. and for 20+ years of existence, i hope i can dedicate more of my wisdom and experiences onto my craft. at the end of the day, self-expression and inspiring people are my two primary goals. so for the next years to come, i hope i can produce more inspiring art pieces that people can relate to. So here’s to more art!!! thank y’all for supporting me. i appreciated all the kind gestures y’all did to me and for my art.

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The Bouquet

Months had passed,

And I still look at the flowers you gave me

Day by day, it’s losing its vibrance

And I did nothing but to let it turn grey

If I give it some water, will it bloom again?

I doubt so.

That was the first thing you gave me

I was happy back then,

But now its leaves are wilting

Its stem with thorns are withering;

Sorry that I did nothing to it

It just died, gradually.

But I am not worried

Because you’re going to give me flowers again,

Just like what you used to do for me, right?

And i will do nothing,

And it will die, eventually.