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For a year I had a folder in my computer called "hey dad".  I used to take photos of myself when I had been crying really badly. I wanted to see if the sadness would show up in my face. I wanted someone to see it.  I didn't know why I did it. But I think it's because you were never there to see me cry. I think it's because if it reached a breaking point where I wanted to bombard you with how much I'd suffered and struggled and you'd hit back with telling me it wasn't true I'd send you those photos. Their dates extending across a whole year. Me wearing different clothes, different hair, but each one a picture of anguish, I wanted you to be confronted with it inescapably. But then I felt like you wouldn't want that, so I deleted it.
reduced parental time causes depression in children
 Sep 2017 CC
Sylvia Plath
Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
 Aug 2017 CC
Elise
i killed the things i miss the most
my passions
my children
my mind

i opened a box i regret the most
my troubles
my divorce
my addiction

i haven’t remembered the last time i worried
the tears in my children’s eyes
the fire spreading upon their clothing

i haven’t remembered the last time i cried
my husband running away
my house in foreclosure

i haven’t remembered the last time i kneeled
to the one who stands above me
to the one seeking my soul
n/***
 Aug 2017 CC
Stu Harley
the
word of God
a
bolt of lightning
that
send
a
lightning rod message
through
the
Entire
soul
 Aug 2017 CC
Eugene
Mata: Nakikita nila akong masaya kasi sa tuwing tititigan ako ay nangungusap na. Pero hindi nila alam na sa kasuluksulukan nito ay madilim na ang aking nakikita.

Ilong: Amoy na amoy ko pa ang masasayang alaala ng kaligayahang noon ay aking nadarama. Ngunit, ngayon ay unti-unti nang bumabara ang mga sakit at pighating dulot ng aking pagdurusa.

Tainga: Kay sarap pakinggan ang mga nanari-saring tiyempo, ritmo, at tonong iyong napapakinggan. Ikaw ay napapaindak pa at napapasayaw sa mga natamong kasiyahan. Subalit, binging-bingi ka na sa mga masasakit na salita sa iyo na tila wala ka ng kwenta.

Bibig: Puring-puri mo ang mga nagawa mo para sa kanila at doon ay napagtanto **** may saysay ang bawat **** ginagawa. Ngunit, pilit mo na lamang ikinukubli ang mga masasakit na katagang nais **** ipabatid sa kanila dahil alam **** kapag ikaw ang nagsalita, mali pa rin sa pagkakaunawa nila.
 Aug 2017 CC
Eugene
Sandaling tumigil ang oras
upang ipikit ko ang mga mata
sa alaalang nais kong balikan
mula sa isang taong kailanman
ay hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan.

Sinimulan ko sa isang eksenang
bibigay at bibigay na ang aking puso
sa kalungkutan at kapighatiang
aking nadarama noong kailangan
ko ng kausap at siya ang aking nasandalan.

Alam **** hindi madali para sa akin
na bigyang katuturan ang bawat hiling nila
kahit pa alam **** maling mali na
ang mga desisyong aking nagawa
dahilan upang katawan ko ay bumagsak sa pangungulila.

Ikaw ang naging gabay ko
no'ng mga panahong ilang ulit akong
nakaramdam na may mali na
pero ipinagpatuloy ko pa rin ito
at hindi mo ako hinusgahan sa naging desisyon ko.

Sa mga sandaling ito ay nakapikit pa rin
ang aking mga mata upang balikan
ang mga nakaraang lagi ay takbuhan kita
at isisiwalat ang mga pangyayaring hindi ko inakalang
magagawa ko pala kahit ang sakit sakit na.

Ang kathang ito ay isinulat ko at
gustong ialay sa iyo dahil isa ka
at hindi lang basta kaibigan, ka-trabaho,
kung hindi ay isang inang itinuring akong
isang anak na nawawala at kailangan
ng pag-intindi, pang-unawa at pagkalinga.

Muli kong binuksan ang aking mga mata
at doon ay napagtanto kong wala ka nga pala
sa aking harapan upang bigkasin ito nang malakas
sa iyo na nagbigay pag-asa sa puso kong
hanggang ngayon ay nalulumbay pa rin at pilit na nagpapakatatag.

Taos-puso akong nagpapasalamat,
at kung kailangan ay paulit-ulit, gagawin ko
upang malaman mo na kahit tayo man ay malayo sa isa't isa
o magkakalayo ay hinding-hindi ka mawawaglit
dito sa aking pusong labis kang hinangaan at minahal.
 Aug 2017 CC
O
Different
 Aug 2017 CC
O
I am different
Just like you.
I wear my hair up when I read,
I don't hit the right notes when I sing,
I forget to think before I speak,
And I trust no one,
Just like Moulder taught me.

Every time I want to hurt myself,
I cut my hair,
Everytime I want to cry,
Smoke fills the air,
And when I'm desperate to be heard,
I reach out to notebooks that are tear covered.

I'm different, oh I'm different,
Just like everyone else,
I'll blend in to the crowds,
Just to be tripped over.
I don't feel so strong all the time. Life has lost it luster and here I live.
 Jul 2017 CC
Lvice
Prelude to Home
 Jul 2017 CC
Lvice
A Thousand-Mile Poem with JAC

I've only ever
lived here
Unless you count
the dozens of
people I've ever called home.

*But then again,
Home
Never
Leaves you.
The Poet JAC's work is in italics!!!
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