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we would be jazz—
smooth, mellow,
soul-damning.
though sometimes
we seem to be out of sync,
it does not discount
from the beauty
that is us.
nothing subtracts.
To me,
You are a tsunami
Shaking me
Tearing me apart
Moving every molecule
To you,
I am but a ripple—
Barely reaching the surface
Galang
Christopher Robin
Just a peek
can tear me to shreds
as memories of you,
of our friends,
of our special place,
try to burst out.
But I notice—
these memories fade.
Your face
no longer brings me to tears;
your voice
no longer sends chills down my spine.
I used to think
my poetry had to be soft,
in love,
brokenhearted,
wanting,
aching,
longing,
haunting.
I used to think
I could only write about holding on to a moonbeam lover,
clasping my hands in supplication,
delicate arms dancing through the night,
fingers poised to play a symphony.
I used to think
I had no right to write anger,
clench my hands into fists,
turn my words into knives,
be the hurricane.
I used to think
I had to sit down and smile,
until the day my hands learned how to scream.
Leung
Muscle
Even breathing.
Dreaming is flawed.
I was
You were
We do not know the meaning of the word easy. Only perseverance. Only tenacity. Only pick yourself up and
try again tomorrow. Try harder. Fight harder. This has never been easy.
We only know this: the taste of dirt in our mouths once we have been pushed to the ground so many times
our knees forget how to lock and our skin forgets anything but this soil. Dirt from dirt. Ashes from ashes.
We might not be phoenixes but try to light us on fire and we will scream until our lungs run out of air, and
when they run out of air we will scream even louder. We will not try to calm the flames. Instead, we will place
our hands on yours and embrace you. Not because we love you, but because we would see this whole city
burn down before we stop this battle. Arson is a crime, but this — this is a protest. A silent revolution. No, not
silent. We will never be a silent revolution.
We might not be sirens but you cannot drown us. Because the moment you try to hold us beneath the waves,
we will start to sprout gills. Our flesh will tear. It will be painful. But the first breath of water filling our lungs
will feel like the sea saying hello after an eternity of being away. These cells were not made for the ocean, but
that does not matter. We have sat through lifetimes of being told that the things we wanted were not meant
for us. That does not matter. We will take them anyway.
We might not be angels but we’ll fly if we want to. Don’t give us your horror stories about Icarus flying too
close to the sun. Everyone forgets that while Icarus did fall, he also soared. And if we’re going to fall anyway,
we might as well fly first. We will strap the wings onto our backs and melt the candle wax into our own skin
and we will jump out of this labyrinth. We will defeat your prisons. In the millisecond between jumping and
flying we will be terrified, but soon the wind will catch us and we will soar.
We will come kicking, biting, screaming, and we will fight every inch of the way. We do not know the
meaning of the word easy. We only know how to stand up after you have kicked us to the curb. Our legs will
wobble. Our eyes will be swollen. But we will stand up and we will fight back.
of us being together
even before the chaos
of the beginning of time.
Arevalo
Thoughts at 5 am while I dress for school
My throat burns
as I lie in bed
crumpling into myself
with every cough
that rips through my lungs
but I sing,
So I sing.
She was
a faraway dream
a wave tumbling in the ocean
a moment between breaths.
Amazingly,
this moment found me.
and yet,
here it is now
seizing me,
embracing me,
giving itself to me.
So this is me,
taking my thirty seconds of courage
Understand that,
all those moments spent in quiet
were only because I was looking for the right words to say.
I loved you.
I love you.
I will love you.
Always.
Chua
I Wish We Had Gone to Med School
scalpels
are sharp;
they create neat incisions
to open you up,
lacerating, mutilating
ruthlessly, mercilessly;
it is an act of love;
soft edges
blunted blades;
harmless to the touch
and never fatal;
not at all;
Black as hell.
Strong as death.
Sweet as sin.
I will burn.
Martinez
Dream
Before I die—
can you be so kind—
and sit me underneath
the shade of an
old oak or pine
So I can have
a last glance
at the sky,
the stars,
the light.
Martinez
Dinner thoughts, during our Pearl anniversary
I am the way the wind blows / how the waves peak / and how the clouds move // but do not forget that I
am nature / a destructive force / unexpected at every turn // I will destroy you / in the most beautiful way /
and you will thank me for it // I will create storms / earthquakes / landslides / eruptions / that you can
never handle // you will willingly go through it all / over and over again / though I have warned you as
much // then when all is done / and I have finished my work / you will love the roses / but fear the
thorns //
Hilomen
“you are an idiot”
mister, you are the fly buzzing around my head when i want to concentrate
and yet also the one i choose to concentrate on
you are the difficult math questions i can never get my head around
but mister, i also know you like the back of my hand
mister i hate you for asking me the very things i ask you,
but i will not hesitate to answer your questions
mister, we have shed tears and made faces in front of each other so often that i memorize how you look at
your ugliest and weakest
but mister, i can not help but tell you that i have also seen you at your most beautiful and strongest
mister, i don’t know where i was going with this but i am going to go on anyway
mister, you are the biggest idiot i know, and i have told you over and over again
but, mister, you are also the most intelligent that i know
you can make me cry and laugh and feel like i can conquer the world
and i want you to be with me when i do
mister, for you i will brave through storms and flood waters
just as how you braved them for me
and mister, i will hold your hand when you are about to fall
because heck, if i can not help you i will at least follow you down
so thank you for the tears, and the laughs, and the endless in-betweens
but mister, i think it is time we said good night.
Pascual
glass
Missing you
Was the loneliest of sensations
But I have made myself numb
So I don't have to miss you
Anymore
Galace
Raindrops
Like raindrops
Falling from the sky
We started oh-so-high
Soaring through the wind
Falling together
Towards infinity
Side-by-side
You-and-I
But
Like raindrops
Falling from the sky
Starting oh-so-high
Fated were we to crash
Falling apart
Towards oblivion
Separated
You and I
Galace
We Were A Flightless Bird
Beak strong
For gathering prey
Strikes as lightning with
The pounding of thunder
>NEW INPUT
Light received. Interpreting data...
Subject match confirmed.
Reviewing encounters...
Highest-rated encounter selected. Reviewing parameters...
>NEW PROCESS
Adjusting velocity = 0.5 m/s, direction = 39 o
>NEW INPUT
Eye contact engaged. Interpreting data...
ERROR. File not found. Dilation of pupils normal.
>NEW INPUT
Smile received. Interpreting data...
ERROR. File not found. Neurotransmitter activity normal.
Adrenaline levels stable.
Heart rate normal.
Breathing normal.
>NEW INPUT
"Hi." received. Interpreting data.
Preparing reply...
>NEW OUTPUT
"Hi."
ERROR. Love not found.
Silva
Bridges
You and I,
we are not unlike them.
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Silva
Mamihlapinatapai
A fleeting glance,
a pensive look,
and I feel the words
clawing their way
across my throat.
Green.
Orange.
and then.
eventually.
finally.
Brown.
Exhale
.
.
.
Green.
Hilario
The Real Work Starts at 2AM
She may talk about her comforts, and what it had cost
Or of all the opportunities she had tossed.
Maybe she'd just talk of long summers and winter frost
Or recount the things she had unfortunately lost.
Morning Alarms
Tick.
Little pieces of brass and copper
Always hand in hand
Tock.
Two hands, a face.
Round and round, around.
Tick.
Around, the bits go
Pushing each other forward
Tock.
Ever forward, never ceasing
Pieces in harmony.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Travel Ad
Midnight approaches.
Darkness
To
Light
Light remained.
Glistening in the depths of the heart
Shining its brilliance on my very soul.
Hope, determination, and happiness appear.
It is wild, uninhabited
No life, no fauna, empty as can be
I scamper after it
Such life on this field is never to be seen
It runs, jumps, twists and turns
Like Alice I chase it madly
And yet it eludes me
Wriggling from my grasp
Until it dives away
And all I see is the tip of its cottontail
As it disappears from sight.
Palabrica
Eternal
I lost my father.
‘Tis but a scratch
I lost my rights.
‘Tis but a bruise
I lost my welfare.
‘Tis but a flesh wound
It’s not easy. It’s never easy. The feeling encompasses me once again, and I have no choice but to let it wash
over me, otherwise I’d just collapse, never finishing the job. I stare at the back of my hands, at the veins
popping against my skin. I look back up at the man with the bag over his head. It needs to be done. The
Fuhrer demands that it be done. I think of the man
and his role in all of
this. I think how he is
an officer of the Allied forces. I
think of the
life he lead,
the sacrifice
he is making.
I think of it all.
I pull the trigger.
Lacson
I look at myself in the mirror
they look at me
and all they see
is white and gold.
why is it so hard
for anyone to see
that i am blue and black
all over?
Fajardo
Invitation