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 Mar 2013 Pearly Whites
Anon C
raindrops wash his tears as the fiddler plays
his jet black locks caress his cheek, slowly shifting grey
he has sung his heartbreaking ode for years on end
his true love an audience ne'er again to attend
eyes that once shined a bright green hue
dulled by sorrowful tears turned the deepest blue
once a lover he'd had near the western shores of Ireland
the love of his life, a gorgeous young lass, for her he'd asked her hand
nary a day passed were they not by the other's side
alas, the young lass had a secret she could not abide
untimely demise had she met at the sleight of her very own hand
a pain so harsh no longer could she withstand
alive once he was, now just a fiddler in the hidden glen
ne'er to to step outside the trees to the light of day again
'neath the crescent moon he lies
now a slave to the fiddlers' tune, he cries
Unfinished I think but I will leave it for now.
 Mar 2013 Pearly Whites
Anon C
Green eyes of envy
blue eyes of desire
hazel eyes of fury
and brown eyes of deceit
violence within a heart amplified
fool me sly serpent
mine eyes shine the same golden hues as you
an angry mixture of your poison fangs
that so stealthily found their way to my iris
thus creating what you breathe now
a toxic creation
 Mar 2013 Pearly Whites
Ugo
burn the light of fire
and wax the ears of injustice.

chide the moon
and bid ado to the reckless sun.

count the blessings of misfortunes
and wave verbs in the air--
breathing the hopeful breaths of married sandals

Label the pains of a billion rain drops and fawn the feathers
of a nightingale over the glory of failed
triumphs known as yesterday.

break the hands of a wristwatch and make a ******* of time--
for through the God in Satan was how Earth was won.
 Mar 2013 Pearly Whites
Ugo
B cup
C cup
but D cup, the better.

A nip,
a tuck—
reverse the clock.

For beauty’s the past,
and beauty’s the young.

Thus,
reupholster the fruit of the womb
and iron the sags low.
Recapture the past glow,
for after all,
the future is wherever you don’t exist yet.
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Minsan napapaisip ako,
e kung lubayan na lang kaya kita.
Pero hindi e! Mali!
Yan din kasi ang inisip ko nun
kaya ako nagsisi.
Swerte ko pa nga kasi bumalik
ka pa bilang kaibigan ko.
Kaibigang hinahangad kong
mapansin din ako kahit minsan,
kaibigang pinahahalagahan ko,
at kaibigang sana'y mabatid din
ang sinisigaw nitong puso ko.
Pero hindi e! Mali!
Ang hirap kasing lumugar diyan
sa buhay mo.
Lalo pa't minsan napapatanong ako,
sino nga lang ba ako?
Isang hamak lang na taong,
wala! Walang sinabi sa iba!
Simple lang, di gaya mo.
Nakakatamad din minsan pero,
ano ba?
Pinahahalagahan kita, ikaw rin ba?
Mahalaga rin ba ako sa'yo?
Di naman sa nakikipagkompetensya.
Pero hindi e! Mali!
Marami pa kasing mas nakakalamang
sa'kin diyan,
sino nga lang ba ako?
Kaya minsan napapaisip ako,
e kung lubayan na lang kaya kita,
ano kaya ang mararamdaman mo?
 Mar 2013 Pearly Whites
Alice Kay
As I turn up the volume,

I turn down all sense of feeling.
I see his face,
                   And I think like I've been blind all my life.
I hear his voice,
                   And I swear I hear angels sing.
I taste him,
                   *And I realize I have been starving.
You are as pretty as a moon-****

The moon
so heavy inside
Almost solid
Crashed into the Earth during its formation
Taking bits of the Earth with it

Then the Earth made oceans
And sky
Birthed life from the places inside of itself
So much color and movement
It did not need the sun for beauty
The Earth is even beautiful in the dark

And the moon
The moon watched
Spun full rotation
Keeping its face always looking directly at its skies


The moon cratered like acne
Scarred like someone without an atmosphere

Battered and beat up
But every crash
The moon did not let parts of itself go
There is no room for more moons here

And occasionally
With the calm cold rumble
Moonquake shiver
Shakes dust from its back
The sunlight stolen into white shimmer
Stars way too close to be real

Looks like the ******
Of a firework show
Only every cannon misfired but yours

The whole world was watching

And everyone said
What
was that?

What was that?

You are as pretty as a moon-****
 Mar 2013 Pearly Whites
Amber S
i did not shower today,
for i still feel the last few slips of heat
from your throat.
i did not shower today,
for the thought of you squirming
inside, makes me shiver.
i did not shower today,
for your teeth are eating my
collarbone. it looks like a lovely birthmark.
i did not shower today,
for washing you off would be lonely
and idiotic.
i did not shower today,
because i know your scent will be
trapped in my hair
and at some point in the middle of the
night, i will wake up, and forget, that
you are not here.
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