spgsp - Hello Poetry

Nighttime I shamefully cut pieces of bread With quick, precise slices, some panicked The night seems calm and still, And the dog runs to my side; waiting. Mother told me not to feed him He was properly fed But he looked like he really wanted a slice So I gave him one Fully knowing next time he'll want more Nights come & go and I'm downstairs It's a habit now that doesn't phase me Slicing pieces of bread oh so quickly More and more every night As even the dog wants more I forgot the moment when I gave in When instead of letting my dog whine I would continuously feed him more Without even noticing He'd eaten the whole loaf The night stands still The knife naught but my curiosity The bread but the canvas it plays on The dog is the constant greed of sin And this cycle continues

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC

spgsp

shameless

Nighttime I shamefully cut pieces of bread With quick, precise slices, some panicked The night seems calm and still, And the dog runs to my side; waiting. Mother told me not to feed him He was properly fed But he looked like he really wanted a slice So I gave him one Fully knowing next time he'll want more Nights come & go and I'm downstairs It's a habit now that doesn't phase me Slicing pieces of bread oh so quickly More and more every night As even the dog wants more I forgot the moment when I gave in When instead of letting my dog whine I would continuously feed him more Without even noticing He'd eaten the whole loaf The night stands still The knife naught but my curiosity The bread but the canvas it plays on The dog is the constant greed of sin And this cycle continues

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Salamat sa iyo Sa iyong mga salitang nagbibigay ginhawa Sa utak na pagod Sa iyong mga brasong tila pinoprotektahan ako Sa kahit anong sakit Salamat sa iyong pangagalaga Para sa isang baliw tulad ko Salamat sa iyong pagbigay-ginhawa Para sa ‘di matahimik na ingay ng aking kaluluwa Itong buong linggo ako’y biniktima. Biniktima ng mamamatay-tulog na kriminal. Ngayon, dahil sayo ‘Di pa rin ako makakatulog sa mga gabing lumilipas. Ngunit guminhawa ang aking isipan, At nanahimik ang mga boses na nagbibigay-sakit dito.

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Dec 14, 2017

Dec 14, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC

spgsp

Isipang Gumiginhawa

Salamat sa iyo Sa iyong mga salitang nagbibigay ginhawa Sa utak na pagod Sa iyong mga brasong tila pinoprotektahan ako Sa kahit anong sakit Salamat sa iyong pangagalaga Para sa isang baliw tulad ko Salamat sa iyong pagbigay-ginhawa Para sa ‘di matahimik na ingay ng aking kaluluwa Itong buong linggo ako’y biniktima. Biniktima ng mamamatay-tulog na kriminal. Ngayon, dahil sayo ‘Di pa rin ako makakatulog sa mga gabing lumilipas. Ngunit guminhawa ang aking isipan, At nanahimik ang mga boses na nagbibigay-sakit dito.

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It feels like every color In every image In every memory in my mind It feels like they’ve lost saturation Like lights don’t shine as bright Stars don’t twinkle as much Rain clouds constantly on the rise With deafening silence In a small crowd Each word slowly getting duller It still stabs me But the blades of each word Now takes more Force Force to cut through skin Force to cut through thoughts Force to paint in more color Into the faded pictures Phantasmagoric visions Of archaic, but mesmerising thoughts A constant metamorphosis Transformation, not always evolution Devolution still metamorphosis As each synapse Each word Each thought Each feeling Each day Each hour Each minute Each second Loses that spark it once had So I sit here Printing pictures from my polaroid Cutting out the faded parts Realizing I was cutting the whole thing all along

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Dec 14, 2017

Dec 14, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC

spgsp

colorless visions

It feels like every color In every image In every memory in my mind It feels like they’ve lost saturation Like lights don’t shine as bright Stars don’t twinkle as much Rain clouds constantly on the rise With deafening silence In a small crowd Each word slowly getting duller It still stabs me But the blades of each word Now takes more Force Force to cut through skin Force to cut through thoughts Force to paint in more color Into the faded pictures Phantasmagoric visions Of archaic, but mesmerising thoughts A constant metamorphosis Transformation, not always evolution Devolution still metamorphosis As each synapse Each word Each thought Each feeling Each day Each hour Each minute Each second Loses that spark it once had So I sit here Printing pictures from my polaroid Cutting out the faded parts Realizing I was cutting the whole thing all along

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