I thought confiding in you would be the cure of...
now the only comfort I have is kidnapping words...
Everywhere woman's life is so bad
So, can she live her life with glad...
There are times
I feel like I am near the end of my road...
Learning something new every day
is not necessarily a good thing...
With this pen, I shall change the World
With this pen, I shall never change the World...
I was never good at this...
saying words I can't feel...
Lancing ugliness... (syntuit)
razor blades cut deep...
Not Even Five
Not even five and we must part...
Thursday, 7/28/16 11:30 am
I buzz in through the backdoor...
If I bury my poetry
underneath Manila skies...
I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...
29-5-16
his grief was too much...