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Who Was It?

  In October of 2019, I fought against the waves of La Union on a morning not meant for someone like me Sheer lack of skill was undoubtedly clear,   like the wide open sunroof above me You should have seen how   those waves threw their punches   As if Marquez-Pacquiao, raged on in the water seven years later,   It had all the speed, and force, and constancy   To put it on primetime nature The moving blue was a vengeful foe, and it had its eyes locked-in   on a pretender, wearing a title belt around his ankle, the leash to the life buoy that was his surfboard   Who was it, but me? Facedown on the sixth round, Muscles flaring, Tendrils of tendonitis shooting electricity to points of paralyzing, Barely able to catch a breath, Barely able to catch a wave, Just then another barrels down, Tossing him overboard and all he hear's the sound of a great washing machine whooshing, whirling and splashing throwing him in circles underneath the surface force-feeding him foam of saltwater detergen

Glow

And earlier on the midnight train   I sent this to you On the last trip before the dying day A pat of lips on forehead fair A dash of fingers upon your face Wrapped inside a blanket stare A pair Of eyes that shine like mountain snow On tropical sunlit water Glow and glow. Glow until I see no more Blinded by your embrace Your tight hug is my repose Drop your bag And as you run See me run toward you Through and to   the glow.

Rosé

Twenty-four hours in a day are broken up into minuscule microseconds Where your eyelashes play flutter kick Like children learning how to swim On a hot summer noon You make me swoon Like the night cap you are Svedka and Rosé Poured into   Shot glass and Cabernet I drink your daldal Like a passenger hugs his habal-habal up a windy mountain road Rough-and-Tumble Bumpy,   Beautiful Scenic,   Lush You've got all the sorts that make me Blue? Blush. Blue like ocean water Whirlpool flush This is how I say goodnight   To who once was my crush And is now someone I feel close to Twenty-four hours in a day Are drunk like rosé in cabernet And you're the one who poured it

Monsters in Our Heads

May your thoughts end up like typhoons-- Fated to abate And may you see them as they are, projections and Not Fate For you will gradually learn that all that crawls Beneath us, these so called monsters, Simply year to prevent our fall, These misunderstood creatures. They live in our heads. But we'll learn to put them to bed With a gentle kiss on their foreheads, and say "Thank you, bon voyage."

treees

From ------------ to Me: (Privately) (8:23 AM) 
Ganda ng background mooo 
treees 
I miss you
 From Me to -----------: (Privately) (8:24 AM) 
Thanks boo
 Trees 
I long to lie under them with you
 Again, like the last time
 if you remember
 I miss you