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Category: Poetry

  • Inuman

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
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    Lasing, tumawag, Pumikit, nakatulog. Pagkamulat nakita ka. Hala, katabi ko na. Tanga ko no: Pinapunta ko siya. Halik. Isang halik lang. “Bakit mo ginawa yon?” “Kasi gusto ko.” Ang gago ko no: Tumayo tas lumayo. Lumabas ng kuwarto. Kamot ulo. May hangober. Ang bastos ko: pinapunta ka Tas ngayon pinapauwi na. Umupo sa sala. Nakaupo…

  • I Tolerate You

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
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    “If there’s a price for rotten judgment, I guess I’ve already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. It’s ancient history; Been there, done that.” We were all freshmen. We were just guppies. In the Journalism Society, We were the so-called babies.   I honestly did not bother To create a bond with anyone.…

  • Cinnamon Swirls

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
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    Mall of Asia, LRT lines, cats with hats. Guitars, turtles, chibi drawings, Gin Ginebra. The color blue, buildings, Physics. Origami, caligraphy, Coheed and Cambria. A year has passed since we part ways, And somehow, we’re still friends— For that, my dear, let’s take a bow. But today, let’s forget the present days Because, from time…

  • HOW ARE YOU?

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
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    Seven years ago, cellular phones were not a thing. I know this because seven years ago I could still hear our landline ring. But today, PLDT has its own SIM card, And your messages are just saved in my inbox. You called that afternoon. I remember you asking for yesterday’s homework. I remember giving you…

  • Quadricentennial Secretary

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
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    ©  My love, please take me far away; Someplace like where we first met— When alcohol was streaming through our veins— In a sunset-coloured tent.   I had no intention of knowing you then; You were meant to be only just an officer to me. Little did I know, you were the soul mate That…

  • Plasticity at its finest

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
    in

    ©  How do I start this? How about Hi! I’m Karen Yao. But of course, you know that; We’ve been block mates for two years now.   Some may know me as a drunkard, or a smoker, Or any of those stuff as a matter. Some, maybe as no one important, Or just the nice,…

  • Life’s Museum

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    Karen SueAnn Yao
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    © We went to an art exhibit—my friends and I. There were displays with golden shades; There were ones with plastic and glass, instead. There was an amazing wall of photography; And of course, paintings! Paintings were everywhere! There’s this one abstract that grabbed my attention. It was battered and ripped apart, As if a…