Eyes dry, ears pressed flat I try to stop. But my brain itches with the urge to Keep doing it Like a neurotic dependent, A dopamine addict of small rewards. … Continue reading Creature of Habit
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The Waves in My Ears
It’s meditative, The waves in my ears, Floating with the tide, Water caressing my back, head, and buttocks, A plump buoyancy present since my days of baby fat. Old memories … Continue reading The Waves in My Ears
I Wish I Didn’t Procrastinate
I wish I didn’t procrastinate
That I could do what I am supposed to do.
I wish I did things on time,
Schedules don’t always work for me
Happiness is not the same as pleasure,
and yet always I seek the latter.
Responsibility is a part of growing up
Being responsible however is still optional.
To finish what I started
Or to not start at all?
Challenges lie before me
Hardships and trials around the bend
Should I give up?
No longer seeing it through or doing my best.
Great would be the day, when I stop procrastinating
Excellence, achieved through grit and perseverance.
Kung Bawal
Kung Bawal, kailan gagawin.
Kung sabi, Wag!
Tatanong, Bakit?
Bakit hindi?
Masama ba?
Wag mag-badtrip!
Hindi ikaw, aking magulang.
Responsible naman ako.
Ano ba sayo?
Sa aking puso.
Balconies, Balconies
Balconies, Balconies How I love being on a balcony. Safe but free Windswept but grounded, Enclosed in openness, Man-made freshness A tiny voice calling, “Jump!” A louder voice screaming, “Chill!” … Continue reading Balconies, Balconies
The Palm
Some are the eyes
Some are the hands
I am the palm
That completes the hand
I am wide
I am small
I’ll carry the world
Before you fall
Some don’t notice
Others read
But neither the seeing or the blind
Neglect the importance of me
I am smooth
I am rough
Marked by work
Toughened by the job
Sensitive but useful
A raised sign for help
A silent call
A mark of what is to come
Some are the eyes
Some are the hands
I am the palm
That carries it all
Salvation for the 2020’s
The Lord said: come all who are weak and weary. My burden is light and easy. Light and easy My own is anything but. It’s not all self-inflicted. In these … Continue reading Salvation for the 2020’s
New-found Paranoias
Once bit, twice shy Twice-stung reluctantly dry They say pain is a good motivator But what about phantom pains? The fear of aggravating injury Or repeating the same mistake The … Continue reading New-found Paranoias
The Sting of Halted Expectations
Small inconveniences More annoying than hurtful The aborted plans and wishful thinking Left under stifling heat I watched from afar but not far enough Actual experience different from expectations Both … Continue reading The Sting of Halted Expectations
The Donut Hole
Empty space
Function or waste?
Is it not for convenience’s sake?
I find it hard to believe, oh copper’s friend
Is so weak as to break and not bend
Alternatives though is miracle-rend
Delicious danger
Brother to officer’s gun
The same hands hold you two
The same finger that grasps the trigger
With your absence things are messy
Sticky lips, lollipop digits
A grateful snack
The signed-off patrolman’s dessert
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