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Naninirahan lang tayo sa lupang hiniram. 'Di makabalik, 'di maibabalik.

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A quote from my poem "There's no Noise in Outerspace."

The god up there somehow knew we'd be bullshit humans. Building bridges and then burning some, letting ashes into our lakes. Fortifying skyscrapers for earthquakes. Voting an orange potato onto a presidential seat. Perhaps my lake is jampacked with the ashes of bridges i once thought meant love. Perhaps the sky has hated me for so long now for building walls too tall for her clouds to pass through. In fact, my lake overflows. The waters muddied with ashes and burnt pieces of bricks I carved love notes and initials in.

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I wanted to ask her name but her silence has its way into your mouth. You speak to her in wavelengths or radio signals, it was music, i tell you. And I hear notes from Hale when I see her.

Tulakape; You Can’t Hear Anything in Space.

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Dear Straight People, an open letter from a bisexual female.

My bisexuality isn’t an open invitation. You can’t RSVP two seats on my bed for you and your girlfriend. I am not two sticks and a stone that will magically spark up your dying hetero relationship. My sex isn’t porn, Imagining me sucking cock while holding a tit. Quite frankly, threesomes are tiring and I am exhausted. Stop making me temporary. As if my sexuality has an expiration date, ticking from the time I date either of the genders. Stop making me fractions of something. I am not half gay nor half straight. I am most definitely not an experiment. Quit making guinea pigs from my people. Let it be engrained in your minds that curiosity killed the cat.

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What a Crush by David Archuleta moment naman this life. Huhu cute ng crush ko penge air kasi she blows me away.

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Maybe if i met you in another time, I’d tell you everything about me. I’d tell you that my last tattoo is my zodiac sign on my hip. That it’s revenge pain for all the times this body invented scars way too big for my liking.

Tulakape; The Present [Romantic] Tens[ion]e

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How my mother bathed me in medicated baths for rashes that never were there. Later on, I developed rashes for itches that never were there. It’s amazing how we bleed for things we think is part of us.

Tulakape; The Present [Romantic] Tens[ion]e

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This is a poem about my grandmother, Mamila's food was the dance passed down from her mother to her. Her food an echo of the fiestas from back up in Pampanga, Where women made bullets out of crocodile meat and pork rinds; Where women hold their pride but never their voices like cigarettes with two good fingers. She who makes hija stand up while eating when hija sings on the table She says, my food isn't a karaoke for you to sing over it.

tulakape; Mamila (2017)

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There is a box of your things in my room. A box mailed to me from the past, Except the return address is scratched off the label, The sender blackened by a sharpie mark, though, I know it was you. Because there’s no going back to the things that used to be.

Tulakape; On the Last Month of Your Lease

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There is a list of things I'm now terrified of since the day you left, carved in the ceiling above my bed. And I lay awake all night left to stare at them because they are one of the few reminders that you happened.

Tulakape; to Anton, happy birthday.

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There is a list of things I’m now terrified of since the day you left, carved in the ceiling above my bed. And I lay awake all night left to stare at them because they are one of the few reminders that you happened.

Tulakape; to Anton, happy birthday.

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On religion.

‘Di ako religious whatsoever. Natatawa ako lagi sa mga Bible verses, binibigyan ko ng sakit ng ulo pastor namin. Pero 'di rin naman ako raging athiest; I’m deist. I just find the whole concept of religion such a scam. Sometimes nalalagay ko ang mukha ni Rick Lax 'pag pinapa-imagine sa'kin si “God.” Ipinanganak ka, nilunod ka sa tubig kahit wala ka pang muwang ka pa sa lahat, swear by an old book, terribly lost in translation; ikakalat mo yung mga naipapaloob dito kahit 'di mo maintindihan, magdadasal ka sa big guy in the sky. Mamamatay ka; your family prays that you end up w/ big guy. Suppose you do, you have to spend the rest of eternity praying to him some more(???) And its denominations are more confused with each other than they are with the meaning of feminism. Too much infighting, too much screaming, too much obsession with bread?

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Puta hirap tumira mag-isa

Alam mo kung gano ako ka-broke? Isa na lang itlog ko sa ref tas hinati ko pa para sa breakfast at lunch. Engeng jowa na bibilan ako ng pagkain.

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Tuwing may tipon ang angkan, lumiliit ang mundo. At tayo ang nasa tuktok, Kapatid, iakyat ang bandila dahil, sa gabing ito, tayo ang nagtagumpay Ang gabing ito ang oras na hinihintay Ang oras na matagal nang pinagiginipan, Masyadong matagal ang hintay para ating makalimutan ang pangyayari sa likod ng mga larawan.

tulakape mula sa tulang Filipinas Family Reunion of 2017

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Mahal kita. Babalatan kita ng hipon, Bibigay ko sa’yo balat ng Jollibee ko, At higit sa lahat, Huhugasan ko yung mamantika mong tupperware.

tulakape’s Food trip ng Mag-tropa

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The susceptibilities to the MPDG role in dating.

I have grown to learn, taken from the experiences of dating college kids and beyond, that I attract boys who will eventually make me their MPDG. As for me, I, an intellectual, will sniff this out and break up with the guy. These boys got stars in their eyes thinking that the girls who make them happy are the ones for them. It’s like driving 100mph; you lose your peripheral vision and all you see is the road. Guys who do that are driving 100mph on the road of which is the girl they’re dating. All they see is the girl and all her bumps and edges. In addition, they’re also just rolling across them?? I guess if you think about it, no matter how fast you go, you will always be rolling on the person you date. Life lesson: don’t date and drive.

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