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 Nov 2018 Filomena
b
this body
this temple.
was made for everything but itself.
the pilgrim for the rain to come.
a harvest, not for me but
for you.

eat from me or we'll all starve
but sneak me some bread
if ever you have the chance.

//

how could i ever compete with a body.

if this shell of a temple is
all thats here, a good bargain but
definitely not worth
the investment.

i still cant believe i
armed the gun
that shot me dead.
i took a knowing wrong turn
and still
barrelled down the road.
 Nov 2018 Filomena
b
i might leave a greener pasture
for a field of blue roses.
and some time spent
on the coast.

these hands were built
for bricks and
failure. made for
disappointment like a
bowling alley gutter.

dont even get me
started on the rest of it.
i have too much of a
bad thing and we are all
children at play.

i am known to leave
a good thing behind.
but ive never had
a great thing before,
so im not sure
how to feel.

i could start softening
the mortar again,
or just suffer in silence.
 Nov 2018 Filomena
Wrogue K
EMPATHY
 Nov 2018 Filomena
Wrogue K
Sometimes I feel like a mirror.
Even though I
can see that it's me,
I don't feel
at all.
Am I
really staring at myself,
Or just reflecting someone else?
What's really real?
What I see
or what I feel.
I'm ashamed
to say, I'm confused.
 Nov 2018 Filomena
Anka
Beams of light
They break the night
But silence stays
Wake me up when the sun would set

From left to right
Like birds in flight
The sun sends rays
Wake me up when the sun would set

Open eyes
They tell no lies
But your mind does
Wake me up when the sun would set

When the sky cries
They act so wise
Who's fault it was
Wake me up when the sun would set

Then darkness falls
Break down my walls
I feel at peace
Wake me up when the sun would set

The night, it calls
Through rooms and halls
My struggles cease
Wake me up when the sun would set

New day, new glow
Only time would know
But don't forget

To wake me up when the sun would set
 Nov 2018 Filomena
David Abraham
I'm sweating like hell
even though it's cold as hail
then she says, "hey, David"
and I can't even tell
how I got this happy.
2340 oct 10 2018
even if it's for five seconds i might cry and smile wider than ever if i get called david and i JUST DID
“We are all equal! Made in god’s image!”
Except, of course,
The two male sinners  
Kissing behind closed doors
Those two female demons
Who hold hands when no one sees
That criminal over there
Who claims to be a girl
And not a boy
And that other criminal
Who is a girl but wants to be a boy
The person spreading propaganda
That these people deserve ‘respect’.
And of course, the devil over there
Who is not a boy or girl
I know it sounds
So utterly dull
And strange to
Some of you
But here is
A description
Of me
Like you asked

I am a child born as snow fell
On the day David Bowie died
(Technically a few years before that)
A little late
But still good
I was as quiet as a mouse
I never cried or complained

But when I got older
Things changed
I didn’t act like other children
I wore brown each day
Which turned to purple
And now it is shades of
Blue, black and grey
Things were confusing
And a woman kept seeing me
In my home
Asking me questions
And showing me videos and pictures
Of a million different emotions
On a million different faces
And I mostly stayed alone
In the playground

I then researched myself
I found out what I have
It’s a little something
That makes me a little mad
But not bad
I don’t understand different emotions
I know what happy is
I know what sad is
But people don’t show their emotions truthfully
And I can’t understand it
I hate it when people talk
LOUDLY
AT
THE
TOP
OF
THEIR
LUNGS
I don’t like trying new foods
I don’t like being touched that much
Unless I know the person
And processing information
Is a little hard

But I have a few abilities
So I’m not a disability
I see patterns everywhere
I remember random facts
I see the trees and not the forest
I am emotive and mostly understanding
And of course
I write my dreams
My thoughts
My opinions
My life
Through poems
And questions
And the nice thing is
No one minds
No one cares
They don’t mind that I am me
They don’t care how I do things
if you see any song lyrics that I am referencing or any other references, let me know!
 Nov 2018 Filomena
leah snyder
walking through the forest
a chill in the breeze
inhaling the clear air
breathing with such ease

leaves turning gold, amber
autumn settling in
season of moonlit mist
set under my skin

eventually it ends
crystal flakes drifting lightly
carried by a winter gust
snow reflecting brightly

winter’s grip holds so strong
will it ever cease?
i wish for days of autumn
and winter’s release

-l.s.
ballad (ish)
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