his mother and i
stare at the inflamed tendon
protruding from his thin, bruised wrist.
“i can’t work anymore,”
the 17 year old reveals.
“i can’t write, so the teachers said… 78 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
Headphones dull reality
When I put them on I perform a casualty
I destroy this world, burn my cage
And run back to my mental universe to escape this age… 201 more words
2 weeks ago
when others begin to smell the
green, murky brew from my lips,
bubbling with lonely late night thoughts
i stumble. the concoction bewitched me!
i mutter weakly. this isn’t me.
1 month, 2 weeks ago
PJ through the looking glass
The word on the street is there’s more bad news coming.
The word on the street is that the people are gonna be marching.
The word on the street is that we’re done with all of the hate and the trolling. 144 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
sleep used to be
a quiet escape from it all,
but now it swallows me
in my dreams, and i wake up
with scars i didn’t see before
They buried Ferdinand Marcos among the soldiers and among the heroes today, taking the country by surprise.
They sneaked in the waxen false idol of a corpse, and buried him in hallowed ground, where he did not belong. 304 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago
Your first words will be welcomed,
Like first streaks of light into a dark tunnel.
And your last words will be remembered,
Like last streaks of light from a dark tunnel. 314 more words
2 months ago