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Whetever_u_like
19/M/Philippines
He holds the world Under the quiver of His fingers. And Its bones and joints tired, The mind wrinkled and dented, Eyes weary of light That It cannot bear His sheen glow Still It continued, pushed through Seen all that has been forsaken What lies is in ink and white The blankness overwhelms come to life And even He is drawn to abhor It Drawn to deny For what His pillars had created, Had brought nothing greater than a magnificent Lie. It was not beauty or grace. But who are we to judge, When we have not seen Its face?
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Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 3:29 AM UTC
Pillars of Creation
I woke up with a headache the morning greeted the pain like a friend The hunger for relief was insatiable However, instead of getting up for coffee and medicine I stayed in bed and lingered under the sheets. I don't know why But as my thoughts began to reverberate And echo, i forced myself to listen to the whispers Materializing in the back of my head, The silent sizzle of white noise bled through every nook and cranny of my Dilapidated bones and skull And from it arose a call A message I am well fond of: It beckoned the future; It crept in my bed like an old lover And here it sang a lullaby that lulled me to sleep Stroked my hair; it cradled my doubts And bottle fed my insecurities, It nurtured my over thinking mind And in my dreams they blossomed And manifested into nightmares. There the weight on my shoulders Got colder and more overbearing Above me the clouds were made of concrete, Falling ever so slowly. I noticed the ball and chain Around my ankles made me unable to move However, as moments passed, i felt like i was Or everything around me was. My world became a whirlpool Looking out from the center of a hurricane I watched as things go whizzing past me. My heart started racing towards something It tried to grasp on a reality in front of me and when reality Would come to brush the tips of my fingers, it would vanish. And I am realized of my stagnant state As the wind began to leave Carrying with it my aspiration and hoping I feared I can no longer move And my chase would be futile; I can no longer escape I am forever trapped Waiting for the clouds to crush me. I was feeling the weight around my ankles Daring myself to take the step. Daring myself to live. And when the urge finally came to grab hold of my senses I woke up. The future left without saying goodbye But i know it would be back soon Like a lover, unsatisfied The sun had decided to take its leave But my headache had not. It sat still on my head ringing the distant tones The lullabies sung, The distant echoes of my now unforeseen future.
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
headache
I woke up with a headache the morning greeted the pain like a friend The hunger for relief was insatiable However, instead of getting up for coffee and medicine I stayed in bed and lingered under the sheets. I don't know why But as my thoughts began to reverberate And echo, i forced myself to listen to the whispers Materializing in the back of my head, The silent sizzle of white noise bled through every nook and cranny of my Dilapidated bones and skull And from it arose a call A message I am well fond of: It beckoned the future; It crept in my bed like an old lover And here it sang a lullaby that lulled me to sleep Stroked my hair; it cradled my doubts And bottle fed my insecurities, It nurtured my over thinking mind And in my dreams they blossomed And manifested into nightmares. There the weight on my shoulders Got colder and more overbearing Above me the clouds were made of concrete, Falling ever so slowly. I noticed the ball and chain Around my ankles made me unable to move However, as moments passed, i felt like i was Or everything around me was. My world became a whirlpool Looking out from the center of a hurricane I watched as things go whizzing past me. My heart started racing towards something It tried to grasp on a reality in front of me and when reality Would come to brush the tips of my fingers, it would vanish. And I am realized of my stagnant state As the wind began to leave Carrying with it my aspiration and hoping I feared I can no longer move And my chase would be futile; I can no longer escape I am forever trapped Waiting for the clouds to crush me. I was feeling the weight around my ankles Daring myself to take the step. Daring myself to live. And when the urge finally came to grab hold of my senses I woke up. The future left without saying goodbye But i know it would be back soon Like a lover, unsatisfied The sun had decided to take its leave But my headache had not. It sat still on my head ringing the distant tones The lullabies sung, The distant echoes of my now unforeseen future.
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He dreamed of velvet And rosy cheeks on his lap He dreamed of a set of sapphire eyes Staring at him Polished china hands ‘round his nape And cherry lips on his. He dreamed of diamond rings Of cherubim singing While cherry blossoms rained He dreamed of gold Glinting from his eyes The diamonds ‘round his neck Weighing heavy He dreamed of trees with money For fruits Succulent passions Quench the desire He dreamed of flashing lights Burning his skin The eyes gawking, staring The thrill of attention The thrill of being desired Like peaches and grapes on vineyards So he sang a song Hoping that the stars would listen So he sang a note Hoping that angels would hear his pleas So he sang to God For a pedestal He wore his best suit and looked At the cosmos His guitar cradled at the arms And he spoke of His name The voice was heard But left unanswered.
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 4:16 AM UTC
-dreams-
She danced blindly with the lights It caressed her innocence Bloomed in a garden of weeds within the hedges Of thorns She was everything made to feel nothing Reduced to ashes and yet still Burned every night Kindling for old bones Tinder for shallow homes And fragile flames Made whole an empty temple She became an echo Mimicking, fading. She was a ballerina Pirouetting, into the darkness Past the glittering lights An actor of her own making And the dance floor was her stage She paints her face like an artist But can never hide the bruises Of temptation And there She burned bright The fires lapping at her feet Kindling for old bones A reckless queen Tending tinder for shallow homes And fragile flames.
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
*kindling for old bones*
I am scared that I might drown In the fantasy I have inside my head That I might lose myself in a Cascade of colors Lose my way In the hall of mirrors In a blur of wonder All wishful thinking Eating me alive. All my dreams rotting in my brain Struggling to know What is right. Struggling to Be Realized.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
fantasy
I try to make sense of the blurring Patches of ink on the paper The sharp curls of each letter Forming words It was an imprint of the mind Moving, reforming, changing A sentient being taunting my once solemn thoughts It was a cage. Trapped and wrapped in a plethora of oddities It was the color that surrounds it The very core of what it truly is It distorts me The sun was dim and bright A collision of all The stars were eyes Looking down on the meek The birds swam the skies And licked it clean with the clouds The fishes raged at the seas And from their turmoil Brought forth raging waters It was the splotches of creatures on land There their eyes stuck to the ground Untethered but cannot move Unscathed but the fires in their Bones singes of black goo They fertilized the soil And grew trees Woven out of blood And the euphoria of staying afloat In reality one cannot fathom What it truly meant Or how it made one feel It was a different kind of lost A different kind of terrain It was unexpected. Unexplainable. It was a compendium Of the confusing. The ineffable. The colors were everything. And I was reduced to nothing. It was not just mere ink. It was not just words. It was not just the paper. It was the sheerness of its meaninglessness. The desperation of reason and thought That spindled and weaved its way into My skull. drilled and drilled and drilled. Until I am numb. Just like Sylvia.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
Just like sylvia
yes, who was i to am? when you were when you'll be i take what us you are and what u want to be but need what is that be and take that cannot see yes, who was i to am?
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Yes, who was I to am?
I have found paradise in the midst of this pandemic. In the midst of this chaos and atrocity. I found a sliver of peace amidst the catastrophy from the taunting void that stares back at me. I sit watching, looking out, from the inside to the great grey beyond. Out into the world I used to know. And I say. I found paradise in the midst of a pandemic. At the precipice of all that I am and all that I will be. Satisfied at the greatest awe, the fluidness of reality Willing myself to take the leap Into the yawning hole of life I am unshackled. I am untainted. I am at peace. And though around there is fire And though I feel its flames trailing my leg It's sweet warm caress. I do not feel the pain. The heat inviting. I am unshackled. I am untainted. I am at peace. I found paradise in the midst of a pandemic. I found me.
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 4:34 AM UTC
Paradise in the midst of a pandemic
We are going to town With confettis in our eyes And venture a glorysome fervent party We wreak havoc on Soft ground and beguile Butterflies and bees And we drink nectar In garderns straight out from flowers The gardeners will be mad But who are they to stop us? They can't take the happy We coddled in our bellies Along with our whiskey And denial. Along with our dreams Digesting, fermenting In boiling loathing
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
Whiskey and Denial
It was like cigars on the air vents Of a toddler's room The coiling smoke of regrets And the crooked sounds and numbing Songs of an old guitar Barfing tunes that nobody's ever heard before Only a time where everyone had ears to listen He sat upright in his white chair Taunting the clouds with his raunchy Etudes of longing frustration It was an appointment. He tried to look presentable but Failed miserably. And now the stars pity him.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC
Cheap suit and an old guitar