INSPIRATIONS Bakit ako gising ng alas-dos ng umaga? Aubrey Bahala
Migraine. Head throbbing but still choosing To stay awake. Need to be prepared for Monday’s Exam. Tower block of books. Papers lying on the floor Like dried leaves stepped on by children.
Contemplation. I almost cried while staring At Christ’s statue. Phoned someone twice. Not available. I want to sleep but my priorities Are holding me back. Colonizing my National Territory: The mind that should be flying somewhere, resting.
A mountain of washed clothes watching me As I waste my minutes swallowing words. Fold. Keep inside the closet. Phone has not rung yet. Gloomy eyes. Fighting the strong urge of dreaming.
Sometimes, there are wonderful things that You don’t seem to notice. I call this poetry because I have no reason. Criticism anytime now. I am Frustrated. Allow me. I’ve laid my cards down.
Oh. The Philippines. Being studied. Appreciated. Unhappy being responsible on a lazy Friday night. I should be lying down now, giving myself a break. Crawling my way up there, what’ll be the Fruit of many sleepless nights of migraine and huge cups of Abnormal, black coffee and a thick political science book?
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