No Longer Found

No thing
lasts a hundred,
a million, gazillion,
years of future,

even the tallest
of mountains, and
the deepest of
oceans, and
lovers they thought
eternally bound,

all but crumbles
into sad
’til even that
can no longer
be found.



Doesn’t matter

How we try and hide

A piece of our puzzle.

One way or another

Upon the casting light

Its shadow will reveal

What remains in the riddle

We refused to hear.

Shadow of Angel

Oh, shadow of angel
Nothing but wind
Nothing but art
Strength under his wings
Endearing me
Immerse into heaven

Potion burns my veins
River of magenta
I didn’t know it was
Until it drowned my brain

A gaze
Consuming sanity
Mouth falls and rises
Muffling my distress
Penetrating tongue
Imprisoning my escape
Wings eventually
Metamorphose into claws
Lacerating senses

They say
Darkness rouses
From light’s absence
Darkness is your shadow
An engorged blind of sorrow

From beneath the silk
Oozing smoke of blood
They swim
The seed
(They do)
Unable to avoid
Mischief of your plant

Seconds fly too fast
Irreversible and true
I now bear what a curse
Another form of you

Would run
Only if can
Restless ache in between

Thought it was wind
Thought it was art

Should have run
While I still can.

WebSmart: A Short Message To Internet Users

Everybody has the privilege to be informed. And everybody has the right NOT to be misinformed.

Yes, continue stuffing your mind with information, global news and anything that surfaces under the sun. But please, as a human being blessed with a functioning human brain, do your homework. Not all pictures you see and words you read on the internet are true. Analyze everything, be skeptical with your online sources. Stop being so lazy. Do your research. You have a responsibility to prevent the spread of malicious articles written out of context intended to demoralize a personality’s or organization’s reputation. You have a responsibility to put a stop to ignorance.

Be that one responsible internet user.

-Danica Aquino

Glittering Fences


A planet run by certificates,

Approval of the hierarchy,

Nods from the one who officiates,

And a smile from the finest lady.

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