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 Jul 2019 Kleng
JMarcoM
Tricked
 Jul 2019 Kleng
JMarcoM
I thought he is the one
Words sharp as swords
Unbendable like steel
For he has no fear
Ready to die and ****
Yet he has forsake
His intent is to deceit
The truth is revealed
His words are dull
His promises empty
Killing not the enemies
But ravaging the needy
In dark corners you see
The poison continues
He said he’d chain them
Yet the beasts were set free
 Jul 2019 Kleng
JMarcoM
Collapse
 Jul 2019 Kleng
JMarcoM
Why cant I fathom
Our world is shallow
Do I have to watch?
As the world collapse
I cannot just swallow
Watching your shadow
While others are focused
At you a faux what a show
When will this poor men
See behind the silhouette
Remove the velvet curtains
So that everyone will see.
The result of your evil deed.
 Jul 2019 Kleng
JMarcoM
Bury
 Jul 2019 Kleng
JMarcoM
The sound of chains
I can hear it rattling
Oh dear is it heavy?
Then why bother carry?
Open the cage already
Can you just walk away?
Let us bury it together
In this desolated grave
Let's follow the horizon
Where the wind blows
And the sun doesn't set
In a world that awaits
The tenderness that you
So timidly kept at bay.
 Mar 2019 Kleng
Shaurya Pal
Revenge
 Mar 2019 Kleng
Shaurya Pal
Once bitten,the poison intensifies.
Once fallen,the angel cries.
Once corrupted,a nation dies.
Once betrayed,Revenge survives.

Look at you,
your aggravated agony,
it flows through you,
the lust for indemnity.
You no longer hide,
the pain,it outlives you.
The humiliation inside,
Revenge,it seeks you.
Regain the selfish pride,
else suffering,it awaits you.
At long last you must decide,
if not,
this sense of shame,
it'll **** you.

You couldn't hurt a fly,
now you must dispose off the swarm,
it would only be fair to try,
and cause a bit of harm,
to those who hurt you,
to those who deceived you.
Time for bitter coldness is nigh,
enough hiding in the warm,
it won't help you.

No friend or foe,
shall follow your quest,
alone you are now,
do what you are at best.
Think not,follow instincts,
for all that thinking has slowed you down.
Your conscience is your enemy,
for all that morality,
has made you look like a clown.

Its the very code of life,
do unto others,
what they did to you.
Mustn't you suffer,
for such brave men are few.

Follow your heart,
finish what they started.
Crush those cretins,
for the vile they crafted.

Go out there,
show them what you're made of,
with all that scheming and plotting,
there's nothing to be scared of
so unshroud your fears,
abandon your courtesy,
put the fear in them,show no mercy
 Aug 2018 Kleng
Ansley
Each player gets 10,000 characters (spaces not included)
and topics to base the words on (space is not included)
Your objective is to make your opponent feel something
(anything)
In a game in which you'd be lucky to feel something
(anything)
while writing.
Note: we do not know who your opponent is and you're afraid to admit the same thing.
No one plays the Rat Race anymore. Now we all play Words To A Friend, a game based off the hit Words With Friends, except your opponent decides your score and you can't leave the game.
 Aug 2018 Kleng
Jules
'i'm tired,'
i say,
and my mother asks me how, and why;
tells me i haven't been doing that much today.
i don't know how to tell her
that the exhaustion goes deeper than bone,
how the weariness takes my heart in its hold,
seeps into my skull
and settles there.

my art is slow, sluggish;
my writing is a dying fire.
my body is a sunken ship upon my bed
half the time.
my lungs do not breathe, only rattle;
and i?
i am simply tired,
tired,
tired.
this is a horribly sad poem and i'm sorry for it. i'll post a better one soon, promise.
 Aug 2018 Kleng
Glen Castillo
Diyos

Bayan

Pamilya

Kalikasan

Kapwa

Sining

Sinta

Sarili


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© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
 Jul 2018 Kleng
Jamie
Maybe
 Jul 2018 Kleng
Jamie
Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...
Words that should be said
 Jul 2018 Kleng
A-McIntyre
Enough
 Jul 2018 Kleng
A-McIntyre
We never had enough when we were young.
We never needed much, but the exact amount was unknown.
We never got enough; toys food or clothes.
We didn't need that much, so "barely" was the most.

We never got enough of your time.
We didn't understand, the eldest not yet nine.
We didn't get enough, affection or warmth.
We never took for granted, but your time spent was short.

We didn't want more than enough, somehow understanding all you had.
We never asked for much: to play or share or cuddle.
We never got that, you liked to stay in your bubble.
We didn't ask for this, to be born, or brought into your life.

We didn't choose the love, or the lack thereof.
We didn't need the money, you hid away from us.
We had enough for us four, your greed was just because.
We had enough, We had enough, We had enough.

We had enough time, to learn proper affection.
We had enough vocabulary for simple conversation.
We had enough feelings, to know you didn't care.
We were not selfish, so why didn't you share?

Was it that we weren't enough, you needed a new man?
Was it that we weren't calm enough, it got out of hand?
Was it that you didn't have enough, of the finer things in life?
Was it that you didn't think enough, before becoming an underage wife?

Now we live out our lives, believing we aren't enough.
Now we live out our lives, always trying to be more, never being enough.
Now we live out our lives, working hard at enough.
Now we live out our lives, still not understanding the problem wasn't us.
the song of my existance.
 Jul 2018 Kleng
A-McIntyre
I want to leave, to run away. I want the sun on a brand new day.
See this life I live, its not me at all, almost like its not Autumn  but instead its Fall. Falling down to the dark abyss, not like Alice more like constant darkness. I love him, with all of my heart, but I'm not in love, I cannot be, because how can I love him that way but not me? I have this problem, with finding myself. Who am I, but another story on a shelf?
I search for me, relentlessly but to no avail, its a dead end trail. I dont know where to start, or where to go, but deep down inside I just know.
Its not fair to him or me, this life we've built is misery, and I tell him this and he rolls his eyes, but I'm certain he knows this too deep down inside.
Even still its not fair to us, for us to stay, I'd be better off far away, but how can I leave him if he thinks he's happy, how do I go while still leaving him me?
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