I might be short with the headcount but I understand the concept completely. Friends don’t leave you for dead. No matter the entanglement, if you’re close friends, casual friends or soulmates, the response should be the same. That you’ll always be there for them through thick and thin, even when they don’t ask for it. ESPECIALLY, when they ask for it. You should be there in the way you understand how they need you to be. Right beside this person with no blood-relation but is just as important as family.



The crook of your neck is my favorite place to rest my chin,

to bury my nose deep into the crutches of your scent: the natural musk of my person manifested

as a trail of fingertips tiptoe on your bare chest, a smile tugs at my lips gently at the bliss of midday splayed around you,

in turn, you scratch my back fondly: the soft contours of my unflattering body don’t feel as unflattering anymore

rather, you transform me into a wonderland of bubbles, mischief and sweetness encircled in this secret display of “us”


There is a disgusting creature living inside all of us,

That feed on the pettiest desires, spelunking within the depths of mind palaces, it
magnifies them to ridiculous extremes; diluting the senses to things of import

With its potential to destroy our lives and

those around us that

For some –

The choices they make are as easy as

The snap of fingers as if its sound echoes to the great beyond

Sending the signal to raze whatever may come its way or whatever it is unnecessary

And in its contentedness to exist in this manner; untouched and unharmed
by his demon’s own self-destruction

He lives vindicated


What do you know of the word itself?

Who are we to decide what we deserve in this world? When all we’ll ever do will never be enough to satisfy the essence of the word. Deserve. What does it mean?  It’s such a delicate word where you roll your tongue towards the end. Like the taking of what it is due where you coil your arm outward and sweep it back to your base; like a kiss for a heroic: a type of currency where you exchange things of varying values and try to cheat the other that your item deserves to be traded for his item, as if they are of the same forge and temper and copper.

There it is again.
That word.

So easily drawn from your vocabulary, without a second thought, the word feels like the only one you could use in that sentence, like it should be lightly used without it’s many consequences or your many pretexts that indeed, it can be the appropriation of your fleeting feelings that you claim I deserve so much.

What do you know of what I deserve?
What do you know of the word itself?

Travel Collection Entry#4: Sirao, Cebu

I went to a garden in Sirao
found another realm in each flower
Flaunting and flirting butterfly wings
Picturesque couples exchanging rings

The sun perches on marshmallow clouds
shines on different statues standing proud
A cliff-drawn fairy princess tower
God’s giant palm where men don’t cower

Such a beautiful wee Amsterdam



We live on the same planet, the same soil, the same goddamn city, and yet we are far away like the north and the south. We are the ends of two poles constantly tugging at the same rope, expectantly at when it will end and the other would turn up – breathless as the day of flushed confessions and the sweeping of feet from under our unguarded of moments – yet coming up with nothing, just the unruly confusion of the disentangled stub because the hour that you started to pull was the hour I stopped, as our body clocks succumbed to different whenevers. And each time this cycle rotates back to the beginning, each time the other throws the line back the other end, there is another grain of unintended hurt tucked away in the chambers of our hearts which cannot be helped. We are two people enamored by the closeness we share, the love we profess, the time we implore – the laws of man and the universe could never part us. It’s just that the injustice here does not come from the situation itself or any external force in any form but from our unwillingness to compromise our separate lives to make room for our love to evolve.


Trading for Wishes

I close my eyes and lose some teeth. Hoping the tooth fairy would exchange them for wishes as I’m fresh out. I tell her telepathically, – praying she’s within radar – that she gift me good wishes and not the bogus kind you could buy at 7 eleven. See, wishes shouldn’t be treated like the lottery where random people are drawn to win. If the world worked like that, then what use is it to be the best that you can? Wishes should be earned or exchanged; a price for a good. That is how the world works. You give and you take or you scavenge for falling stars in disarray.
Noticing a drift, I cluck at myself- a wordless reprimand – and hold my hands together, molars and canines pressed against my palms. I whisper encantations: the trade begins.

Playing God. Playing Victim.

You are a puppet master
With a dancing marionette
Playing god in this shadow play,
Keeping secrets, keeping pockets
Full of gold and silver, jangling in pouches
Nicked from mesmerized spectators, even the magister’s purse!

A fireworks of theater, spectacular shams, grand eruptions galore!

But oh! The sirens assault and the audience scampers except YOU, thick-skinned fiend, whisper more, whisper more, whisper more
rumours in the ears of foot-soldiers! Play your part. Play it so. Play victim to the convoluted catacombs of your imagined riches.