We lose perspective when we get caught up in too many distractions.
A look at the duty of the youth in the Philippines to better their country.
A loose-form poem exploring the poet’s gaze.
“I cannot be subdued, | and will not allow you to forget me.”
She has what’s important, but she still has fear.
Has the human race become wishy-washy and disrespectfully rebellious? If it’s true, the consequences.
You think me clean, but I have only mastered hiding my filth.