The desire to launch into a club hit is almost unbearable   Thinking of bass hits and flashing lights and muscles on display   Followed quickly by two men bobbing their heads in time making fools of themselves while others laugh   In this mad…

A world not like this In a world not like this, a wondrous dream, A place where rainbows in the sky gleam, The sun’s gentle warmth, a constant embrace, Where raindrops fall, but not a single trace. Trees adorned with fruits, branches bending low, Shrubs…

  There’s no energy remains, Just a drop of blood that taste like coffee, I’m in the hour of silence, madness. Or maybe silence sounds like weakness, A few breads to eat, My rice cooker not yet meeting its red mark. I’m yet in the…

Sometimes I wonder If you see realized The goal and artistry When one tiny scientist Takes humanoid To space on a bet or three What size is the planet?

A world unlike this one would be so much fun i‘d name it Your Choice and we’d all have a voice.   Money, no problem rich or poor, all pocket none instead of currency, we will deem everything free.   No hunger, or thirst food…

Keyboard and computer. My fatigue a palpable reality. I don’t feel like writing. Sleep. Yesterday’s latte petroglyph inside the rim beg for a sip from a fresh cup. Sleep. Two notebooks, one for work the other for wishes, though both drift together. Sleep. What happened…

Running to escape. I am hiding to catch myself. In a dream, I am my own enemy, I am my own defenses, curses and weaknesses, I am the monster under my bed. My eyes turn red when I see myself in the mirror. Am I…

this is not the prompt i was looking for almost every poem I’ve written over the past 22.5 hours has been in a world not this one as I continue to flesh out my Young Adult Novel in Verse manuscript Dropped the Sky — a…

The purple sun rose in the distance, a mere speck On the horizon, the air was a misty rose colour. The mountains black rose in the distance there shadows covered half the planet. My mask was firm, the tank heavy, my body weak. I watched…

  Every weekend, before the world wakes up, I grab my running shoes and head out for a jog. In the University of The Philippines near my place, It’s no race, I felt like grace, And the feeling of being in a good place, Starting…