Entangled Among the Celestials

These two realities of young and old collide

And from their hearts, the universe does amplify

It blossoms with a flame from their centrality

And kindles the old soul with immortality

Then endless heat embraces them until their peak

Realities converge and found the soul they seek

Behind new bars [Poem]

This poem was prompted by Robert Peake’s prompt generator.


Include as many of the following words (or variations on these words) as you can: flaws, spear, guts, earlier, styrofoam, blouse, shimmer, insurance, nous, parrots

Also: Include an unusual taste

Picture for inspiration by public domain review

Crawling on its guts with its long black blouse

Absorbed in the shimmer that no eyes can see

Dangling from the ceiling of the rotten jailhouse

Tasting flawed bliss of afternoon tea

This poem is about a prisoner who killed himself in his cell. Death was the only way he could bring peace (like afternoon tea). However, suicide brings in more death, so the reaper collects him and imprisons him for his misdeeds.

P.S. I am not shaming anyone who has committed suicide or anyone who has done self-harm. Suicide does stop a person from feeling, but the sadness doesn’t disappear. It spreads. The best way to get rid of the sickness is to get medical help from an expert.

Choice [Poem]

What sleeps beneath your wasting husk

Wakes when the twilight clock is struck

Ask it whether it friend or foe

Illuminate that was unknown

Do fangs appear when once sincere

Or rain so clear when held so dear

That perfect crust so smooth and gold

Is that what should the eyes behold?

Mayhaps not mask but shield you wield

Then steeled your heart forever sealed

Unconscious frowns and conscious smiles

Shall toss your ghost in flame and trial

Discard the shield, the crust, the mask

Ignite the hidden powder flask

Let brightness shine like caviar

Then live forever among the stars

A poem for extrajudicial killings

My country is going through a metamorphosis, yet what we’ll come out as, we don’t know. Vigilantes are running around shooting alleged drug pushers and dealers, wrapping them in packaging tapes, and labeling them with cardboard placards. President Duterte has accidentally spawned a band of would-be judge, jury, and executioners since his call on the war on drugs. Below is just a snippet of what my country is going through:

Extrajudicial killings are murders. Please, let law enforcement agencies do their work (and please, do that work properly).

Anyways, Spotify recommended this track by Zion.T, and I was blown away. His use of one onomatopoeia to tell different stories in different parts of his life inspired me to write the poem. From the sound of people complaining to the sound of his heart beating, I wanted to write something like that for the victims.


(Poem is untitled because I couldn’t think of something appropriate for it)

Words march through
Stomping to crimson gazes
Gazes turn and turn and burn
No longer marches
No longer turns
No longer rises
Spears of sounds spear and pound
Those who see the bleed
The light of life drips to mounds
The noise, plead stampede
Keep safe those hearts
For the day we bark
Marks the day we march

Salt [poem]

And so it rolls back and forth

Just as the tide’s slow conquer

Upon the forever waterlogged shores

The land falls itself back

Into the warm wet wide womb

Like how I will fall back

Into land or sea or sky

Our mother birth us apart

But we are brethren

In fate