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 Feb 2023
Jethro Nhero Cuizon
She has this iron shell,
indestructible, impenetrable.
Made of an armor of thorns,
strikes harder than thunderstorms.
But behind this ironclad,
is a lovely maiden
waiting for her lad
to embrace her iron fortress
with faith and tenderness,
to awaken and release her
from her long golden slumber.

I know, it's not your prison,
but rather your protection.
Just come my dear,
there's no need to fear,
Just hold my hand,
you'll be safe here.

Namumuo ang pawis sa kanyang kamao
Tila ba sapat na ang mga galos na kanyang natamo.
At dali-dali nyang sinarhan ang silid
Na walang ni isang palamuti ng kapaskuhan,
“Nandito — nandito na ako sa ikatlong palapag,”
Aniya sa kabilang linya.

Kinuha niya ang lapis
Buhat sa luma nyang aparador —
Puno ng alikabok
Na kahit ilang pagpag na’y
Hindi naririndi sa pagbuga
Ng umaalingasaw nitong karumihan.

Naupo sya’t napapikit na lamang
Inaalala ang bawat detalye
Ang bawat katagang kanyang narinig
Ang bawat imaheng nais nyang takasan.

Nanginginig pa rin ang kanyang mga tuhod,
At nangangalay ang kanyang mga kamay.
Habang tumatagas ang pawis nyang
Kulay itim sa malagim na gabi.

Naghihintay ng sagot
Sa mga katanungang saksakan ng ingay
Sabayan pa ng sunod-sunod na putok
Ng mga sumasalubong ng Bagong Taon.

At sa kanyang di sinasadyang pagdungaw
Sa bintanang walang kurtina’y
Nabaling ang kanyang tingin
Sa buwang napakaliwanag
Tila ba may taglay itong kung anong elemento —
“Mahiwaga,” wika nya.

Ang mga larawan sa kanyang balintataw
Ay unti-unting gumuho
At napalitan ng imahe ng buwan .
Akala nya’y makakatakas na siya sa liwanag nito,
Akala nya’y ito na ang huling kathang
Kanyang maililimbag sa kanyang kwento.

Maya-maya pa’y sa dulo ng kanyang dila’y
Hindi nya maipaliwanag
Ang kung anong himig na kanyang sinasalaysay
Na tila ba may boses na nag-uutos sa kanyang
Bigkasin ang mga pangungusap
Na hindi nya ninais na sambitin.

Mahigpit ang pag-akap ng kanyang kamay
Sa lapis na guguhit at tutuldok sana
Sa kanyang masalimuot na nakaraan.
At muli nyang pinagmasdan ang kalangitan
Hindi na buhat sa sarili nyang bintana
Pagkat hayag sa kanya maging ang mga bituin.

Dahan-dahan nyang itinuro ang buwan
Gamit ang lapis nyang hindi man lang natasaan —
“Sayang, ngayon lang Kita nasilayan…
Sayang, pagkat hanggang dito na lamang.”
 Oct 2021
Victoria Jennings
You can still find me in the halls and streets where we fell in love

This place haunts me almost as much as you haunt my dreams

And yet I will never leave

This is home

Just like you once were.
 Feb 2021
stone the bear
from the deep depths of hell.
she didn't belong here;
she said she accidentally fell.

She attempted to leave
but that's the decision of fate.
she continued to wade in the fire
daydreaming of the big pearly white gate.
start of something
 Nov 2020
Elizabeth Kelly
He fancies himself a cowboy
In line at the corner store
Concealed carry snug on his hip
(He secretly hopes someone gives him some lip)
The cashier hands him his change without meeting his gaze
He’s surprised and aroused.
She knows her place.

Selling your soul’s not a deal with the devil
Selling your soul is a deal with yourself
Make the choice over and over
To shake your own hand
And pretend that it’s somebody else

He fancies himself a nonconformist.
A free thinker
The sheep will all do what they’re told
And he’ll be ****** before he goes peacefully to slaughter.
It was easy, he figured it out
Demanding proof is just an excuse to hide behind doubt
A warrior,
he wields the flaming sword of truth
His wife asks a question; he breaks her front tooth.

Selling your soul’s not a deal with the devil
Selling your soul is a deal with yourself
Make the choice over and over
To shake your own hand
And pretend that it’s somebody else

Somewhere a fat man is checking the math as he’s being served lunch
Picking through numbers, looking for nibbles
He dribbles drool onto his chin,
as he dials his guy in The Caymans
His stomach is rumbling, it’s never enough!
To deepen ones pockets, one first must make cuts.

The determinant cause for the silver mine fire
Will read “Accident: faulty electrical wire; Company denies liability
per signed agreement at hire.”
And the cowboy free thinker won’t laugh at the joke,
he’ll just choke
There will be no survivors

But today, The Cowboy nurses his hate,
while Somewhere a fat man is writing the fate of the cowboy in pen,
pleased to be Great Again.

Selling your soul’s not a deal with the devil
Selling your soul is a deal with yourself
Make the choice over and over
To shake your own hand
And pretend that it’s somebody else
 Apr 2020
Third Eye Candy
Brigadoon Ex-con.
Carefully culling the Word
From the Wrong one.
Keeping it Real
Til a dream suffice.
Melting the Ice
of a Heart Spot.
where something
got lost…

Exactly where you kept your Dumb At.

So Long Live the very
best thing
that you’re good
 Feb 2020
Victoria Jennings
To all the girls and women who have been brave enough to face their trauma and come forward and report

I admire you so much
You are SO strong

All four times it's happened to me

I laid there like a deer in the headlights

Like a possum playing dead

Waiting for it to end
So I could walk away in tears

And hopefully never see them again

To bury my trauma so deep no one can ever find it

And there you are in court

Locking them up and throwing away the key

I wish I did that

I'm so sorry I didn't

I'm always afraid that I'll run into them

Afraid they did it again

Afraid of remembering

But every time I cry it seeps out

Because no matter how hard I try to bury it

It's a part of me

A part of the story line that cannot be erased

I just need to keep reading and hope the ending it happier.
 Feb 2020
Miranda Renea
I watch the clouds slip past
In the reflections they cast;
The scattered about puddles
Stretch for miles and miles.

And aren’t we all? Reflections
Of the experiences we bear;
All scattered about time,
And stretching across years.
Love life new inspiration
 Dec 2019
Miranda Renea
Throughout these decrepit buildings
I see so much color.
There is dirt, rusted unwanted things
And yet, isn’t it beautiful? The way
The light hits a mirror just so?

I watch the night sky and am drawn
To the beauty of a sliver of moon;
A lone star dancing just above it.
The black night sky stretches around
Them and yet, and yet..

For this is who I was, who I am, and
Who I will forever be.
one of my hobbies is exploring abandoned buildings and capturing it in photographs. this is a poem about that
 Dec 2019
Miranda Renea
Make no mistake - she was not
Perfectly kept and tended to by
Loving hands each night and day,
As such a fragile thing aught.

She was wild - she was free;
She lived amongst the broken
Things, took root in a crack of
Pavement and bloomed her
Vibrant petals for all to see.
 Nov 2019
Miranda Renea
If I gather shattered mirrors
Scattered about decrepit buildings,
Can I carve the toxic traits out of me?
How much flesh until I’m thin?
How much tongue until I shut up?
How much ****** heart until I’m loved?

Isn’t it sick?

How every time I see my
Reflection in those shards,
All I see is blood?
 Oct 2019
Miranda Renea
When I am laid to rest,
Burn me like the passion
I held in my chest is now
Nothing but ash and dust;
Scatter me among the wild
Flowers and ocean breeze -
Remember me when petals
Fall and wind rustles
Between the leaves.
 Oct 2019
South by Southwest
Like a cloud of confusion
you hang in the air
Twisting your hair
with that ******'s stare

your thoughts congregate
The space you consider
is thought to be great

You weave stardust
from your past supernova
Discarding past lovers
like yesterday's toga

Now you retrieve
uncollected past debts
Come into my universe
with assumptions to bet

But step back over the
eventual horizon
I won't fall into a
black hole that has no. . .
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