I've altered my life
in exchange for burdens...
You left behind a cupboard full of advices
yet failed to warn that life is unpredictable...
They stand in rows,
yellow and stained...
I vaguely remember the cracks of your eyes-
Pools of lies rest there...
Everywhere woman's life is so bad
So, can she live her life with glad...
Learning something new every day
is not necessarily a good thing...
If I bury my poetry
underneath Manila skies...
This is not how it's supposed to be.
You'll have to go away...
The ocean
reminds me of my father...
Rowdy glides through
the same dog-paths...
By anything in this world
that still matters, I swear...
Mid July summer is sad
less than half left...