This is how I feel about the 2016 Philippine elections:

the dragons no longer lick the

wounds are unkempt in secret

she grows urgent and ill-

gotten wealth has caused us

to believe that she is dead.


what is the use of spirit amongst

open legs and moan of youth

tries to be strong amidst scorn

pray he calls back after three

days belong to the sun alone.


feverish skin light up with droplets

of raining cats and moose chewing

on grass in tall circular fields

the smoke catches me off guard

as I inhale, we die.


I like the way I write.

Listen to the poem here! (Election 2016)


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