Justin Soberano Dec 2017

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝

Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝Į̨̇̐̉̃̆̓̚͏̣̤̰͍̪̮͓̗̳͚͎̝̞̘̻̪ ̸̬̞̬̭̓ͣ͂ͫ̅͆̊̈́̾̃ͨ̍͢Ğͬ̔ͤͪͩ̄̄͋̅ͥ̇̎͢͝҉͓̻̝̖̥̥́͜Į̛̟̲̳͇̖̯̳̰̮̗̱̟̒͛̎̅̄͌͊ͅ­V̶̵̴̮̘̳͎̗̘͚̱̬̪͚̼̙̭̎ͨ̿̐̐́͛͘͜E̸͕̬͖͙͖͔͙̞̥̲̪ͩ̽̃̈́̎ͭ͝ͅ ̡͍̬̘̝̭͉̫̣̲̱̥̙̭̣͉̣̠ͨ͒̿̍̀ͧ͂̍ͦ͢ͅȖ̴̳̭̬̗̮̦͖̻̼̝̠͗̆ͪ̐͐ͤͯ̕͞P̶̸̗̟͚̹͍̼̫̙̍͐̃­̌͒̓̔ͧ̏̌̄͊ͯ̏͑̕͟͝


I give up my sanity

exams are hard, mental instability is ecstasy
Justin Soberano Dec 2017

Aye, aye, b-b-, AYE!
-
I try to rhyme ten syllables at a time,
Whoops I meant eleven, isn’t that a crime.
To make poetry is proving nothingness,
Oh I meant something-ness, what a bloody mess!
Let’s just shut the hell up and be pantomimes!
~

a poem I made on my Twitter, might as well share it here
Justin Soberano Dec 2017

Whirlwinds and whirlpools,
Where life loops into endless tragedies.
Whirlwinds and whirlpools,
Where death loops into endless… ease?

At the center lies,
What core it may be.
At the center lies,
An abyss that’s… empty?

You live,
You die.
You dive,
You drown.
You fall,
You fly.

a poem I made on my Twitter, might as well share it here.
Justin Soberano Dec 2017

It‘s not what we ought,
Never was it sought,
To bring out a thought,
That you would get caught,
By the hands that fought,
In the night and fog,
On sunny days - drought.
Then you get knocked out,
Coffee in the mouth,
Then a single froth,

It’s caffeine.

An overdose.

You’re dead.

a poem I made on Twitter, might as well share it here as well.
Justin Soberano Oct 2017

i can hear
noises that pierce
this room that is filled
with people shouting silence
with people bringing silent noises
this room that makes me feel
deaf, ever so deaf, deaf
i'm very annoyed
i can see...

noises are annoying, but what's more annoying is my own annoyance
Justin Soberano Oct 2017

In front of a silky white chair,
An aura of complete despair,
We try to contrast and compare,
This monochromatic nightmare.

I stand before this noose I dare,
To loop my neck and mark a tear,
On my skin that is not so fair,
A bright red strip exposed and bare.

I try to jump without a care,
The chair and rope comes in a pair,
Yet I loosened it with a swear,
I need to live... a life unfair.

A textula type of poem in English rather than Filipino.
Justin Soberano Oct 2017

I once talked and once shared,
Of dreams and ambitions despaired.
I once opened and once closed,
Of nightmares so jusxtaposed.

It has choked and mangled,
A poor man's ears and heart.
Discomfort like no other,
Has shrouded his own mind.

To take away one's life,
Leaves gravestones and scars.
But to talk about suicide,
Leaves no other choice but to die.

There are people who care and people who don't. Always look out for the good people, because someone might just dig a grave for you and persuade you to sleep in it.
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