No rest Kyo Zapanta It's time for me to rest for a while My condition is not that good But hell, I can't seem to leave behind Whatever it is that I must do c p I know it’s been in overtime I shouldn’t be here anymore But that workaholi art of me Seem to like the stress in store But then again by head’s in pain My body is just saying no My eyes are swollen and tears are forming I could cry in stress ever so But I
Tracing You Kristina Aquino Imagine the train tracks, the train speeding away from you. We were somewhere and someone else a minute ago. So I give you this, the poet, the imagined martyr, unmoving in her seat--she is one of the firsts, she is daybreak today-- it does nothing but stare back. She is so still the train stops with her. "Cubao", she mouths.
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