I wish I was a little less in love with you, that's all.

Back on your face
In more than one place
Your cheap tricks to get rid of me didn't work to well
Instead I grew more and swelled
Blackened because of you picking at me
Left marks
Ignored my warnings
Ruined my fun
So I ruined what you liked the most
Right at the center of your face
For all to see
You thought when I went away
It was the end of me
But I just hid undercover
Waiting for the perfect moment
I show at the worst times
When you least expect it
And if somehow
You find a way to suppress me
I'll be back to show a third time

Behind the dress
Is a lost girl
Confused about the world she was born in
She tried to hide her emotions In its attractive style
High above her knees
Her matching underwear you can see
When her dress catches a breeze
Drowned herself in pills
Plague by insomnia
It's hard for her to sleep
Not wanting to die in solitude
A man she met tonight keeps her company
Made sure he saw her
Drew him in with her sweet dress
He asked about her cuts while they lay
They're just inflictions of her past she would say

(We Must!)
                                    
  
C-reate our own paradise...a cool refuge from the outside

H-ell....an indomitable wall, to fight bitter winds...storms that
    
A-gitate our placid waters...here, we seek God...Angels...to

O-vercome fear and negative energy within...here, we bathe, and                      

S-hine through their light....and rise from our own CHAOS...


                                We must!
                          
                              (a­crostic-10w x 5)
                                

Sally

Copyright June 16, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I feel like I should be tired,
But I feel like I should be dead.

And I feel like I should lock the doors of the prison in my head.

I have this twisted thought
On the tip of my tongue,
On the back of my breath

That when I'm waiting for sleep At night,
what I'm waiting for is death.

But it's pretty much the same, right?
Because no matter what you're Waiting for, it will always end that way, right?

While you're waiting for coffee,
You're waiting for death.

While you're waiting for the moon, you're waiting for death.

While you're waiting for the nightmares to leave you're still just waiting...

Waiting for death.

All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
   Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
  To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

      Freedom
      Is a strong seed
      Planted
      In a great need.

      I live here, too.
      I want freedom
      Just as you.