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 Jun 2018 woolgather
Jayce
Most people believe that if you're a writer, you're probably carrying a pen and notepad to jot down everything and anything that happens or slithers into your head
But I have never done these things.
I never wanted to be the writer whose words were laced with pain and anguish, whose words tasted bitter and hateful.
I wanted to write about beauty I had never experienced, I wanted people to believe that I knew Happiness and had known her a while,
but I am not that writer.
So my skin suffers the fate of a writer who cannot speak or type the plethora of emotions of what I cannot call a "life".
My skin holds years of grief and torment, lashed across my wrists like religious scrolls relaying of past tortures.
My skin carries my battles in the form of sharp injuries, telling everyone that although I am smiling, I do not know peace.
I wish I could apologize to my body for forcing it to carry this narrative of despondency within me.
 Jun 2018 woolgather
LostInFire
PAIN
 Jun 2018 woolgather
LostInFire
LIPS ARE SMILING THEN WHY EYES ARE TEARY
HEART IS BLEEDING BUT STILL SUFFERNING
WANT TO LOVE WANT TO GET LOVED
EVERYTHING IS DEAD AND ONLY DARK EVERYWHERE
BEAUTY IN YOU MY WORLD IS YOUR EYES
ILL BE OKAY MAYBE TODAY TOMORROW
OR MAYBE SOMEDAY
EVERYONE ASK’S BUT NO ONE CARE’S
DYING, SHOUTING, CRAWLING
AND ONLY TEARS
 Jun 2018 woolgather
Mark Tilford
Not whole
Asphalt streets full of darkened holes
Darkened light poles  
No shadows
No patrols
Losing control
Covered in dark clothes
Taking life's blows
As it goes
It is closed
Time slows
Only the darkened knows
Smelling the dark rose
Living by the dark scrolls
The dark future exposed
Shows
When the dark side arose
There is nothing to suppose
The dark will not propose
To
The
Souls
 Jun 2018 woolgather
madpre
Sullen
 Jun 2018 woolgather
madpre
Through the sudden mist of fiery eyes
and the most enticing tresses,
of grey, black and white
pressing against her head.
A pear, so pale and dilapidated;
with a stick grabbed to support that gait.

She’s covered in white, or any shade
that explains her weary state
Vanity or verve, she has none,
for all the opposition she has faced.

A little crack on her lips
with uneasiness and much force,
for she has lived all her life,
devoted to petty chores.

An ode to her should be sublime,
One that exalts her to the stars.
Yet, none could i offer, but a mirthless stare
Once her body was laid-down, bare
for mother earth,
to consume and inhume,
As i watched with unspoken guilt.
 May 2018 woolgather
cleann98
You've always seen right through me...
It's like
I'm looking into your eyes
    and I see forbidden fruit...         
a forbidden love         
It's like
I'm staring into a mirror
trying so hard          
to look for myself    
but all I see is black.
Like a corpse---            
It's like
I give all I have
In love with you
---Ectoplasm---    
             I give all I am          
To be with you
To let you feel      
  Who I am...
----I am a poltergeist----   
It's like
I'm reaching out
My hands open wide
Extended towards you
      and when              
you look                  
it's like                      
     you don't even see me----
We hug
and it's as if    
you could          
almost just              
pass right through me----
It's like
We love each other...
But it feels like                  
Necrophilia.        
It's like I'm gone...
even if you're looking            
straight into my smile                
my smile I force myself
for you to see                  
it's like you're still looking---                
you can't see me can you?    
forcing a smile
on my face          
day          
by              
day                
do you even know
      that I just smile for you          
because
I'm tired of you
always crying for him        
   night              
    by            
night        
But you can't even
See the smile don't you?
----It's like I'm his ghost----
It's like
I'm a nightmare            
and I'm haunting you                
except I'm right here          
always right in front of you.                        
------always waiting to be noticed.    
always.        
Waiting for you to realize
That love is not a ghost.                    
Love is not a graveyard.                    
Love is not somewhere lost.            
Love is not sealed up in heaven.    
Nor is it burning in the void of hell.
Love is here                              
Love is waiting in front of you                      
always----                                                  
even as you were crying for him                  
    even as you were lying for him
even as you were fighting for him        
even as you were falling for him                        
even as you were breaking over him
even as you were blinded by him                         
even as you were losing him
even as you were mourning for him...    
always----
Even if I'm            
the only love                
you're allowed                  
to love,                                      
you've never                
allowed yourself                
to love me...                              
You've always seen right through me...
We are both alive but when we hold each other it feels like necrophilia---- there is emptiness in your eyes even if I pour all I am to fill you up daily....
 May 2018 woolgather
cleann98
Colors
 May 2018 woolgather
cleann98
The colors combine,
When I'm with you.
I see red,
In love...
I see green,
In life...
And every morning,
A sea of blue---

Cause when I
Close my eyes:
I see a rainbow...

In disguise---

And as they open:
Red,
Like blood.
Green,
Like disgust.

And a world...
Far and wide---
But empty---
---without you.
 May 2018 woolgather
cleann98
Ito na ang aking huling awitin,
Awiting sa iyo'y kakantahin,
Sa tono ng mga alaalang kinalimutan,
Kandirit ng mga luhang pinakawalan,

Sa langit, sa lupa, sa ilog, sa sapa,
Sa araw araw na ako'y naghahanda,
Sa bawat gabing aking inaalay,
Sa bawat umagang ika'y hinihintay,

Pasan ko sa bawat yapak,
Ilang galon ng alak na nilaklak,
Upang limutin ang ligaya't galak,
Ang babaeng ibang landas ang piniling itahak,

Na kahit saan pumunta'y di na mahanap,
Lumingon man kaliwa't kanan di mahagilap,
Tuwing pipikit naaalala mata **** kumikislap,
Ngunit wala ka rin, sayang lahat ng pagsisikap...

Sa ganda ba naman ng ating simula,
Sino ba naman ang mag aakala?
Na sa ilalim ng punong aratilis kung san tayo unang nagkita,
Dito ngayon ako nama'y pasintonadong tumutula?

Sa dami ng mga nangyari mula nang tayo'y nagkakilala:
Saya,
Lungkot,
Ligaya...
Hanggang sa ika'y nagsimulang humarot,
Pagdududa,
T4ng*, di na dapat pa akong sumagot!

Nag-kaaway--
Upang magkabati lahat inialay,
Ngunit muli nanamang nagpasaway,
Hanggang nagdesisyon kang tuluyan nang maghiwalay...
...

Kamusta ka na?
Pasensya kung nasaktan kita,
Patawad sa mga galos at pasa,
Ngunit ang kaya ko lang gawin ay awitan ka,
Sana marinig mo huli kong mga nota,
Kahit sintonado kong kinakanta--
Kung maglaho na ako, babalik ka ba?
Maaari bang sa takipsilim na lang tayo magkita?
Di ko naman sinasadya...
Na ika'y bigla na lang mawala.
Tulad mo rin ba akong nababalisa?

Wag kang mag alala, makakasama mo uli ako mamaya--
Langit lupa impiyerno,
Saksak puso tulo ang dugo...

Given inspiration by a game we used to play during my childhood in Zambales, basically just 'tayaan' where the player who is 'it' or 'taya' can't tag the people who step on higher ground or 'langit'. But the people on 'langit' can't stay there for more than five seconds. I can barely remember the rules anymore lel.
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