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on being a writer i often find my eager fingers centimenters away from a blank paper. it is always as if words reside at the last layers of the tip of this god-made pens. and they remain inside. like acid and pent-up testimonies of state-sanctioned crime scenes. it is as if i was decisively mute. i thought i was scared. but i wasn't. perhaps, who should i be scared of? i realized it was an active choice. i decided to not write—clouded by stacks of excuses i would make up to…

what comes after the rain? 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍? (you sounded like the first droplets of May; a god-given grace for the long months of summer. a daydream & a reality all at once; the faultlines on my soil (and my soul) welcomed you, unwarily and innocent. but just like summer, you've gone as fast.) 𝐢. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑—when the clouds rip their bodies open, when both of your skins have produced too much friction, it burned beyond what was only allowed. it will shaken…

on being an artist “𝐒𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬–𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧?–𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬.” — 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐏𝐚𝐳 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐳 — my retaliation was unearthed from the avidity of the ones before me: the heroes of the streets, the ones who struggled with the oppressed, and the ones who decapitated and disarmed the selfish and the apathetic. i prehend their light and beseech for their weaponry…

aspiring artist in need of help you see, i am not a well-experienced artist. i have very little art materials which i invested on—a few sets of cheap pencils, a low-quality watercolor i bought from an online shop, and a few sketchbooks i religiously sketch on every once in a while. i just started drawing (or maybe revisit traditional visual art on december 2019 when i bought myself a set of pencils from a department store. i started with these random elements i often see in…

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on choosing courses and careers We all have set different approaches in life, may it be living it as passionately as possible or just merely surviving it. Sometimes, it isn't even our choice. The latter may be shoved down towards people who don't have financial means to pursue something that they would've wanted if only they had access and resources to push through. It's a sad reality that social inequalities have led people to have little to no choices when it comes to…

on misguided love You once told me that flowers looked a little more like me when your mother bought you a bouquet of sun-kissed shades of dandelion. You told me I looked like the flowers on the vases you hide beneath your sweatshirts or the flowers you kept on your journal, afraid that time would slowly make you forget who you were when someone had told you that you looked like flowers, too. You told me that I looked like the flowers you have carved on your skin when it was…

on coming out and societal standards i am not wearing a bra. i am not a virgin anymore. i fucked for like five times already. i have a girlfriend. i am gay. i am usually up at night anxious about the idea of opening this up. i am caught up in the idea that i am obligated to report what is happening on my skin. but i have come to realize i do not owe anyone any piece of information about this body. coming out has become a part for most of the people who belongs to the "sexual…

on grief and literary activism The soles of my shoes kissed the cement. That momentary friction felt more of a prayer than a physical concept. I was heading for a funeral constantly replaying at the back of my mind. There was not a dead body paraded on the linings of my skull, but I lamented for a beating flesh. I agonized at the thought of moving calloused feet against a rough pavement. I imagined a skin, tired of placing the organs intact. This anguish barely felt foreign.…