Amping
You once asked me how it feels to
live far from home,
and I told you in Cebu, the first
words I learned wasn’t maayong buntag—
but amping.
Harvest Moon
She caresses the ground,
Fertility in her sleeve—
Awakening the earth,
In its breathing slumber—
Planting a flowerbed.
Love: Definition
a poem on how our view of love changes over time
as we grow, we might realize that the love once comforted us was silly or trivial
but love is love, nonetheless.
love ought to make you grateful to be alive: love makes you want to be alive
so love, my love