Jacey Beronio

26/11/2025

Sometimes, we just feel that everything is a dream. Maybe it is too unreal—blissful or depressing. Sometimes, we feel something doesn't really matter at all. Perhaps, that is the way it is. We either become someone's sweet dreams or nightmares.

25/11/2025

Dung Beetle

We wait for the dung
to fall and feast
of what remains
of the mulberry fruit.

We never had tasted it
rotten nor fresh,
always from the a**s
of the larger beast.

They say we are important.
We are needed, a part
of this ecosystem.

We do not live on waste alone.
If no fruit will fall,
we will tear the tree.

-Jacey Beronio

23/11/2025

This is my first zine. Thank you so much 😭😭

𝗭𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘓𝘜𝘗𝘈𝘋
by Jacey Beronio

Ang Paglupad usa ka koleksiyon sa mga balak nga naggamit sa mga hulagway sa mga langgam, salag, ug kalangitan. Ang matag bersikulo adunay sugilanon nga nagsaysay sa gugma, pagpuyo, ug pagbiya, lakip na ang mga sensitibong isyu sa panimalay ug katilingban.

23/11/2025

Reading A Poem After A Typhoon

19/11/2025

After Tino

The sky is clear again,
but the road remembers;

the filth and the rain,
in small pools in the places
the heat tries to undo,

debris from homes,
fallen leaves on soft ground.
There is always something left,

a pain you tried to forget
until the day you realize
it never truly left.

(Cebuano)

Nidayag na og balik ang langit,
apan ang dalan nakadumdom;

ang hugaw ug ang ulan
sa baganaw nagtapok
nga gisulayan og hipus sa kainit,

ang tinumpag gikan sa kabalayan,
mga dahon nga pinalid sa lapok.
Adunay kanunay magpabilin,

kasakit nga gisulayan og kalimot
hantod sa adlaw sa kahimatngon
nga wala diay mibiya.

17/11/2025

Chosen

I do not know patience
until there is chaos on the floor—
on your body: face, clothes, hands
covered in sugary residue.
There is only silence,
and a short, imaginary sigh
before you notice me.
You press yourself against me
the way a cat finds home.
When your small eyes peek,
and arms reach out,
I understand what it is
to be chosen.

14/11/2025

Anatomy of a Whale

I swallowed my saliva
like Jonah in the belly
of the large fish
and it stayed longer
than three days.

My commitments swirled,
spoiling,
rotting the chambers
of my heart.
I never sought recognition,
nor asked for anything in return;

they never had to.
That was the point
of my silence.

13/11/2025

Rumors

I began as a whisper,
a small, careful release
of neither lie nor truth.
A seed, no bigger than doubt.

I found my first ear, warm and willing.
I coiled like a tiny snake,
shed my first skin,
growing from each retelling.

I love the coffee-scented breaths,
the cool circulating breeze
from room to room, cubicle to cubicle.
I slid into keyboard keys,
into textbooks, into messages.

Sometimes, they tried to catch me—
the new one, eyes widened, bewildered—
but I have no form, no face,
merely an idea fattening
from each nodding head,
on glances, on shared thoughts.

I am the cold draft on the nape of the neck.
I am the subtle shift,
the distance, the silence.
I am the story everyone knows.

And I grow
to become the established truth.

11/11/2025

Did you know that 11:11 represents new beginnings, spiritual awakening, and alignment with your true purpose? Perhaps today will bring something new to us, like falling in love all over again, or rediscovering the spark in our hearts.

10/11/2025

It's 11:11.

10/11/2025

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

07/11/2025