sadgurl moments

hinga ka lang
Sa umpisa ng Enero,

ilog ng luha ang sadyang nagpapabago.

Ako’y tumatakbo,

at humiwalay na sa bilog na ito.

Mga túlog na napapawi,

unti-unting binabawi.

Dahil sa bawat padyak ng pedal,

patuloy upang hindi sumemplang.

Sa damdaming hindi na susugal,

ang nakaraa’y hindi na hahadlang.

nostos algos
The clock ticks so slowly, and it's only January.

Yet, I’m still trapped in the memories of December,

where my heart's at peace and the world seems softer.

‘di na bata
Kailan ba tayo natapos maging bata?

Nakakalinlang ang bukas, nawala ang pagitan ng katapusan at simula

Siwang lamang ng kamay ang natatanging gabay

Hindi rito matatapos ang ating lakbay

Manatili sa dalangin, mangarap sa mga gitling

Lumbay at tahimik ay ialay sa sining

knives out 
My mother always reminds me never to play with the knife in our kitchen.

“Its edges are sharp,” she warned.

But mother doesn’t know that there are other things sharper than that mere cutlery.

“Mom, the blades may be sharp, but my thoughts are more cutting. A hundred gashes will no longer sting.”

heat death
The week has yet to end, yet I feel like I am running out of time. The hours go down as the minutes pass, and here I am, staring at what seems to be a contorted vision of my hopes and dreams. I try with every strength left inside, but alas, my endeavors are futile. So, I slowly go back and drag myself into the familiar depths of misery I've known for a while.