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Feb 2014 Jedd Ong

Alyssa

Are human beings programmed to stay?
"Beginning to end"
could be programmed into a person's make-up but
disregard of human design is detrimental to
everyone around that human.
For everyone involved,
getting hurt is inevitable.
Help is not on its way,
instead you are left to fend for yourself.
Just waking up could become impossible,
killing yourself slowly through
love or cigarettes or
more drugs and alcohol than the city could handle.
Nothing could ever
open up the world of
pain better than
quarreling with your own demons.
Reaching out for a hand that
stops reaching for yours
teaches self-harm better than
underdeveloped scars ever could.
Veins are paint trays begging to be opened,
watered down with the
x-ray's of splintered bones from the first hit.
Your pain is inevitable,
zipping with the force of unrequited love.

Feb 2014 Jedd Ong

Forgive me o' father for I'm about to sin

Feb 2014 Jedd Ong

aviisevil

Forgive me o' father for I'm about to sin

"Forgive me o' father for I'm about to  sin"
Said the shadow with a grin
Just outside the gates of the holy
Standing with all the black he could bring

Infinite night stretching across the sky
Immersing one and all forever in its shade
One shade too dark , the shadow
Laughing and howling outside his holy gates

"Where at the light o' father
Look what has night done to me
Turned me into a ghost
Upon your throne you couldn't see"

"Your kingdom is in ruins
Yet you want us to have faith "
As he ignites the torch with his blood
"Now there's nothing but hate "

Nightly creatures are summoned for the ceremony
From the remotest and the darkest towns
Where who ever dared to wander ,
Was never found

"You made this army of monsters
For you're the one who creates
Turned us all into a night-mare
And expected us to be saints "

"We might not be saints
But we do preach love ,
Love for you o' father
We have nothing but love"

"We'll love you with our blades
Sharpness will define its reasons
We'll paint you with hate
Hang you for your treason "

"For you left us when we needed you
Who said you couldn't sin
Forgot us , when we prayed to you
Who says we can't sin "

With an evil smile he lets go of the torch
'burn with all my darkness'
Taste the flames of my pain
While you beg for forgive-ness

You are the reason for your demise
We are nothing but a vessel
We gave it our all , we did fight
But you never heard our message

"where were you gone o' father"
Too engrossed in your own praise
As the world burned and suffered
You only cared about the ones who prayed

Rewarded the beautiful daughter with a **** ,
Faithful wife with nothing but hate
But your son understands you,
For He'll love you with with a blade

"Without you o' my dearest father
We might have a chance at paradise"
Said the shadow in a whisper
With nothing but rage in his eyes

"we'll break those gates down o' father,
utopia for all"
Screamed the shadow once again
Just as angels begin to fall

"welcome o' brother and sisters,
isn't it a beautiful day ?"
Smiled the shadow on the dying breed
"sad , you couldn't stay"

"o' father bless my kin with all your love
For they need it for what's about to come
No longer will they rule the skies
Ignoring all , serving but a few chosen ones "

"you were never our father ,
We were nothing but slaves
Now look around you o' father
There's no one who you can save"

As the fire raged on ,
He could see the world awake to its chaos
"o' father you can hear me now "
Said the shadow somewhat lost

"o' father i will miss you , i wont deny
you made me feel less alone
And I'll let these gates stand once you're gone
To remind the world of your existence and your sacrifice
But your rule is over now and you have to die "

With that there was darkness no more
As the fire brought day to the world
'we are free , we are free' they cheered
And a new season began to unfurl

His Rage has consumed both of them,
'god is dead , god is dead' whispered every meadow
Gates were still standing tall and
On the burnt throne were the ashes of his shadow

Feb 2014 Jedd Ong

Still choosing

Feb 2014 Jedd Ong

Sofia Paderes

Still choosing

I am oatmeal with
two tablespoons of sugar topped with
a strawberry freshly sliced, thin enough to
slip between my lips and slide
down my throat
without me having to chew
I am trying my best not to spit out seeds.

I am a pair of faded shorts
a charcoal cotton sweater
an ugly red scarf and a pair of
frayed black Toms, but
sometimes I am a vintage dress
or camouflage pants, and
some days I am a string of pearls
I am still trying to find the perfect shoes.

I am a Philippine history book
repeating the same mistakes
refusing to learn from those who
now kiss cool marble
but there are days when I take
three steps forward where
I see they took one step back.
I am trying to scrape off towers to read the letters
our grandfathers wrote in the dirt.

I am a missing pencil
that drew lines and traced figures
under the bed and wrote
stories of empty seats being filled
and now that the fountain pens have dried up
I've been found.
I am scared, but I am giving until my lead runs out.

I am a fervent prayer
longing for redemption to win
and for the fighting to end
please, I just want to see
hearts beating to the rhythm of
the stars being breathed into place
I am hope,
or I am trying to be, I am
trying to be a lot of other things still
testing, still throwing, still keeping.

But most of all, I am still
the choices I make and
maybe tomorrow I'll have
some rice and tapa
and a lightly salted sunny side up
instead of oatmeal and I promise,
I won't be spitting out any seeds.

Tapa is a Filipino dish-- beef marinated in soy sauce and garlic and then fried. It's normally served with rice, fried egg, and vinegar.

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

Sometimes with the Heart

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

Emily Dickinson

Sometimes with the Heart

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

Citrus Dreams

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

W

Citrus Dreams

floating like the planets
our mouths twitch and our teeth
shine like venus

the love goddess hangs alone in space
light screams in the skies

end this venusian nightmare

and we admire the beauty of her desperate plea
marveling at how bright she is
brighter than our smartphones and
the dim reflection of the limelight in our eyes

our own citrus dreams tangy
with the kisses born in tearducts
and lit up by the cries of venus

please

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

A.1

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

W

A.1

She is the quiet champion
Nothing but the Truth and it shall make us free;
The pensive fighter, she sits, eyes down and mind a hunter for that Truth
to liberate her and me and us and all until It's done.
Eyes dart and heart beats on slowburn
the embers glowing hot in the center, waiting to blaze and lick and lap at the danger
as sword and shield are drawn and Jabberwock is slain
and then a slight grin a hug a sparkle in the eye as
-The monster's head in her hand-
She returns to her Truth and her love and the soft glow
of the quiet champion's eyes as they look to those around her
and the sword and shield in the corner for the next monster

the smile returns, the eyes kindle, the task manifests
and the work begins again--quiet and pensive the Gladiator
marches toward the Truth with her friends

peaceful except for the footsteps
and the whispers
and the love

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

The Emperors New Shoes

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

pencil age

The Emperors New Shoes

The Emperor's new shoes

Painted imitation leather, polished and treated with care
admired and envied, all eyes drawn, especially yours.
Look at me, envy me, look how I dance.
Look at my silhouette marvel at how I make you feel,
Throw yourself to me, l make you feel so true
We are elite .
Walking stronger, dancing so much faster
How fanciful I am you,free unaffected
How do I make you look and feel, the emperor's new shoes,
Legitimizing your nobility

But how I pinch, and how I hurt you, how contorted you’v become,
How you twisted and bent to fit with me,
contrived , like me ,our artificial natural .
Your need for me and performance reflecting my own.
This illusion , only granted by me.
You never really chose, i led you to believe you are some king.
Your allegiance will not be rewarded the crest has to fall,
You can not always dance for me .
Remember i am painted and cannot become worn ,
I will not become comfortable for you,
I will not become misshapen from accommodation and give.
I will not shine if you dull me, my radiance is painted ,
Only you my emperor masked our deceit.
Now i leave you barefoot .

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

Untitled

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

Peppy Miller

Untitled

And on that cold day I saw a rainbow lit by artificial light
inside a ******* box that was more of an octagon then a rectangle
a little cherubim in suspenders drooled all over the color
his spit turned to cement and the colors were stuck in an overlapping pile
I couldn't figure out what it meant as I pressed my head against the cold car window
the only thing I knew was that I was not feeling anything at all
words escaped my trap door
but they would only resignate when someone would react to them
I found the answer on the return ride home
after a night of sloppily shuffling through a room
where faces melted because of how hard they work
it was a waning crescent smiling back at me in it's mysterious way
I was once again in a ******* box
one with four sides this time
"I would tell you the answer, but I don't know anything"
that's just it then
there is no answer inside these ******* box frames
but there are colors
boy, are there colors

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

nonage

Jan 2014 Jedd Ong

Barton D Smock

nonage

i.

you can’t stop the man who’s tucked himself away. like mine, your mother doesn’t lose her voice but disappears when quoted. give the babies to jesus. god wants us old.

ii.

I lasted in childhood as long as any who believed a scarecrow got its name for being scared. though I’d go out like a light, my father never fell asleep on his feet.