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Was it mine?

No trace of thought

No trace of time

How could we think, that it was ‘mine’?

What pleasure we seek, is lost in rhyme


Nang magkasala ang anak ng hari

Ikaw ay nag kasala,
at dapat mo itong panagutan
masakit man sa’kin,
tungkulin bilang hari’y kailangang gampanan

Ang batas ay batas,
walang sino mang makahihigit dito… 64 more words


The text I sent you.

It was a suicide note.

It was a real one.



I watched

As you destroyed my life

Like it wasn’t mine

I realized

Much too late

That it was


Sea Foam Breasts

Sea foam breasts
Cupping tightly.
Bubbles form
Between my fingers,
Laughing lightly,
Coming sweetly.

Seaweed hair
Framing faces,
Necks, and shoulders,
Washing over us.
Washing us over– 68 more words


Have I?

Have I been the main cause of my own misfortunes?


Photo and Poetry by ©Jesus Garcia II, Thursday, March 30, 2017