By Meilkuiazjuh Vargas

Ang maliliit na sikreto kong
patuloy na itinitiklop,
Nakatupi nang sagrado, bago ko itago
sa karitong baul--

By Roy Stephen Canivel

I believe I’ve found
a fragment of my soulmate
glistening in your eyes.

By Roy Stephen Canivel

You’ve always sounded poetic
when you told me you love me.
Don’t get me wrong.
I appreciate it
like a college freshman
shaking hands with Pablo Neruda. 

By Roy Stephen Canivel

We sat there
on the bench
that stretched like a long table
in an old mansion’s dining room.

By Roy Stephen Canivel

The picture fades
to the color
of a setting sun
despite the promise 
of the glass
and the wooden frame.

By Meilkuiazjuh Cyril Eyteen Vargas

Little secrets kept
within a box,
feel empty
with all the space that lingers
a void
that only dirty lies can fill

By Dada Grifon

Binabalot ko pa,
sandali na lang naman.
Tingin ko, handa na rin ako
ialay ito.

Bumilang ang taon,
at mga pagkakataon.
Pero naluoy narin
at nadala ng pagbabago-
Lahat, pati tayo.

By Meilkuiazjuh Vargas

So when you zipped your hands into mine
The world grew darker and drifted past the silhouettes
that even we once hid on

the resonating alibi of street lights that
glimmer against the moon tells sleeping
flowers

By Roy Canivel

If only our love were
as persisting as loneliness,
it would always find us
even in a crowded room.

We then would not have
to cut our hands
apart
just to be together.