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On Writing Poetry

I like writing poetry. It poses a nice challenge: it’s like you’re dreaming awake, somebody notices, asks you “what do you see?” and you have to tell them what you’re dreaming about in such a way that they can see it too. You share the landscape in your mind like you would a snow globe (minus the snow, most of the time). When I’m writing, I’m not really looking for a certain structure as much I am trying to focus and make some sense out of these watery visions. Words are like lenses that help me see things inside me in detail. Thus, when I look for words, I’m actually looking for polished glass. I’m looking for pieces that not only allow me to see better but also sound good when they tinkle or shatter. Besides, this process helps me get rid of that forlorn feeling that I so often get. Poetry drains rotten love out and leaves my heart as good as new.

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Hope

to wait in vain
to wait for nothing
to be the dream
at the break of dawn

the road that leads
into lost knee-high grass
a warm cake in
an abandoned house

to miss the end
of the conversation
and smile
expecting
a fast reply

to be tomorrow
when there’s no future
a debt
a promise
a queue
a god

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Saipan

As I sat on the edge of the sea, water folding on my lap like a warm blanket, I thought that even though people come and go, and sometimes nobody likes me, I have always managed to bring happiness upon myself.

And there I was, all on my own, doing just about that.

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Words

Words are a crevice I chiseled
In the middle of the wall,
The tesseract through which our fingertips touch.

Words are a loophole
In the laws of sadness,
A cheat in the crying game.

In words I can summon you
To emerge from any crowd,
I can watch you cross the street toward me,
I stand one person away from you
In the elevator.

I have made them our refuge,
Our microcosmic bomb shelter
Buried deep beneath the layers
Of fear and despair.

Words are a cavern I dug out
In the middle of a wall,
There in a there that’s not here
Nor in the end where you stand,
There where we can fool time and space
And hide together
And be.