as isaac, on the walk home
please, won’t you look at me, father?
i can’t erase the memory
of the surrender in your eyes
if i keep staring at your back.
you held my hand as we climbed the mountain.
i felt your pulse through my palm,
your grip tight against the sweat.
God has called us, you said with urgency,
yet you took your time as we ascended.
i can’t remember what i feared more:
the blade,
the flame,
or the aftermath.
who would have made the bigger sacrifice
if there was no ram in the thicket— you? me?
or mother?
is there no test of faith more agonizing
than to forgive?
but even in my final breath, i would have.
i love you even though
i may never understand it,
if only you would tell me. i don’t ask for much—
father! please.
soothe my shivering.
i’m afraid
the next time
i see a knife
i might think
it’s
love.
— Jade A.
escapril day 3: eye contact
@adventurerswritingguild day 3: hand / god / knife
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"The Philippines is the 169th country with the highest suicide rate, with 2.2 suicides per 100,000 people."
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Angela Gabrielle Fabunan, Midway
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Sa mahabang panahon
Iniisip kong hindi ako naririnig ng mga tala
Hindi ako paborito ng mga diwata
Ayaw akong pagbigyan ng tadhana
Ngunit sa kabilang banda
Paano kung naririnig naman talaga?
Paano kung paborito naman talaga?
Ayaw ka lang pala mapahamak ng tadhana
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Like soda bubbles
I rise and pop.
There is no end
every time
I give in
to love.
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"Though he has been called a brown Rimbaud, / He is no bandit but a people’s warrior."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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hikbi ng dingding na nagsasabing kanino sila sasandal kapag pagod na rin silang maging pundasyon ng kalungkutan.
mga bagay na tinatangkilik ng limang pandama na ang pumapagod sa atin, ultimo imahe ng kisameng kinukublihan ay nakakapagod na ring tignan.
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My father the sky, Danny Silva Soberano
Danny Silva Soberano is a poet. They currently serve as a poetry editor for Voiceworks Magazine, and is a recipient of a Hot Desk Fellowship from The Wheeler Centre in 2020.
(peril.com.au)
See also: Interview with Danny Silva Soberano and Sumudu Samarawickrama
https://www.liminalmag.com/interviews/darlene-silva-soberano
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Our love is one-sided, but in a different and weird kind of way
Our love sometimes portrays a battlefield wherein one of us will lose which will lead us to have these unfathomable feelings and it eats both of us up in a way where we won’t be saying our “I love you’s” after a long day
Our love sometimes feels like walking into a flower field, making us feel the powerful breeze that envelops our body which makes us feel merry that our love becomes much greater than how one of us really feels
When we love, it seems that our emotions becomes much greater than what we feel. It overpowers the love that we have from each other and it makes everything weird
But our love stands still. It gets tired, but it doesn’t quit, for our love sees much greater things than what it’s facing. Our love is undeniably lasting.
Our love is one-sided, but somewhat whole. There is something that is unexplainable with what we have and how we love, but I know we’ll understand it soon.
—Ikay/MJL | 05-02-23
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Bago matapos ang lahat
Gusto ko muna sa'yo magpasalamat
Sa tamis at alat, sa sakit, sa lamat
At sa pag-iibigang naawat
.
Pinaalala mo sa akin
Kung gaano kasarap ang magmahal
Nagawa kang pangarapin
At naising sa iyo'y maikasal
.
Ngunit sa huling kabanata
Naging tama ang maling akala
Nahumaling sa natamasa
Umasa sa kasinungalingang pag-asa
.
Ngayon, kaluluwa'y pumanaw
Sa kasawia'y humalaw
Puso'y durog, sa kalungkuta'y tubog
Kasabay ng paglubog ng araw
.
Ninanamnam ko ang sakit
Dinadamdam ko ang pait
Inaasam kong pagbalik
Winasak sa isang saglit
.
Hangad mo'y tapos na produkto
Patawad kung hindi ako buo
'pagkat kasalukuyang nasa proseso
Maraming pagkukulang, hindi perpekto
.
Bagama't sayo'y hindi sapat
Ibinuhos ko naman ang lahat
Walang tinira, hindi nag-alinlangan
Walang iniba, hindi man kasintahan
.
Nanghihinayang na hindi ko nadama
Ang pag-ibig mong kinapos
Ngayo'y mananahmik na
Ito ang huling tugma, dito na magtatapos
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Ang kanyang mga mata'y katulad ng isang sanlibutan
kung saan ang oras ay dumadaloy lamang ng walang katapusan
kapag ako'y tumitig;
at sa kanyang mga mata'y madilim na kalangitan
kung saan ang mga bituin ay walang katapusang nagniningning
— Jeram, Marahuyo
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angels are real, mine lives in chicago
when people ask how i survived 3 years in a graveyard shift,
i tell them it’s because i have friends on the other side.
i threw a line out the sea and ended up being found,
your tug on the invisible string pulling everything into place.
more than half a day away, but time stands still for us
enough to fit years of stories in the palms of our hands.
even if we’ve only shared smiles from afar,
your wings cross oceans to carry your laugh to me.
when i make it to you, you’ll give me a place to rest,
tangible to match the astral one you’ve already granted.
distance and time zones are nothing at all
when i carry you in my pocket, guardian dear.
now, like sun and moon, we trade waking hours.
still, i fall asleep holding your goodnight text-shaped hand.
— Jade A.
escapril day 2: change of state
napowrimo.net day 2: write a platonic love poem
for @darlingwendy
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poem from the car ride to batangas
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That time me and my classmates annotated a beautiful Filipina poem.
Love Woman 2
Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta
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Maraming bitbit na lihim ang aking mga mata
Kasing dami ng beses na pinigil nyang lumuha
Kasing dami ng pagkukunwaring 'di ako nasaktan
Kasing dami ng pagpipigil na manuntok sa mukha
Maraming salitang hindi lumabas sa aking bibig
Mga salitang naglalaman ng hinanakit at hinagpis
Mga salitang dala ay pagmamahal na kay lalim
Mga salitang ikinubli dahil dinadaga itong dibdib
Maraming kanta ang nakabisa ng aking tainga
Mga awit na naglalaman ng tunay na pagsinta
Mga awit na para bang hinugot sa ating alaala
Mga awit na ako mismo ang naglapat at tumipa
Marami ang laman ngunit kakaunti ang lumabas
Siguro ay hindi sapat ang inipong tapang
Marahil ay hindi sapat ang aking mga dahilan
Maaring wala namang magbibigay halaga
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Will the yearning ever stop?
When will I stop stripping myself naked only to be noticed and never to be held?
When will the snow covered mountains thaw?
I am beyond cold.
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