It’s 4:58 a.m. Just before dawn. The brisk breeze sweeps over me as I stare at the empty playground. childhood. I will never look at it the same again. Ironically, I’m nothing but calm right now. “Ironic” because I have… Continue Reading →
This poem was inspired from Serafin’s accomplishments throughout his lifetime. Before moving to Canada, he used to work as an editor in Philippines. His son now lives in Arizona, as an electronic communication technologist, with his family, whereas he’s at… Continue Reading →
I had never known what being strong meant before you And maybe that is why holding your weak hands in the steady ones of my own, In this way too familiar hospital room Grants me the serenity to finally let… Continue Reading →
The United Nations defines violence against women as “any act of gender based violence that results in, or is likely to result in physical, sexual, or mental harm or suffering to women.” Violence against women is mostly classified under two… Continue Reading →
Sitting on a rooftop and overthinking after midnight has never been a great combination, Yet here I am wrapped around In his arms, Trying to make sense of why getting drunk over his smell of rum and honey is so… Continue Reading →
C is for Cafe She looks out the window. She is 9 again. Just like every Sunday morning, Papa’s best friend, Edouard, is here to accompany us at breakfast. He stayed the night as Papa and him had some important… Continue Reading →
The most dreadful moment of my life was looking down onto the air mattress from my gondola bench and wondering if I’d ever make it down alive. It was Summer 2016, my cousins and I were on a road trip… Continue Reading →
Mauerbauertraurigkeit n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like. Dear Best Friend, This is a goodbye I never had the courage to tell you. You know me well enough inside out That I… Continue Reading →
They spoke their native tongue, Which the girl understood, Although she was not as fluent as them. She tried to speak to her mother in her language But was hushed due to bad pronunciation. At weddings, parties or even just… Continue Reading →
You thought for a long time Processing every bits and pieces Exposed to you by me, After all those lies. I was afraid you were going to walk away without saying anything I thought that this might actually be the… Continue Reading →
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