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Roezielle Joy May 2015
You are dust swimming
through sunbeams in the morning,
sunbeams that pass the slit of my bedroom curtain
like spotlight. You are the main act.

I wait for you to settle on the floor
and ******* away.
You ******* away
and I breathe you in.
I breathe you in despite

the irritating possibilities.
Despite you,
you, making me heady
you, making my eyes watery, red
you, making my nose drip, my heart bleed.
I breathe you in, still.

You are a moment,
the longest suspension of time
before a long awaited sneeze.

You are dust, love,
sometimes we all are.
You are that.
And antihistamine.
And much more,
so much more.
phoebe fructuoso Sep 2019
I thought love was when you made me hot tea in the morning because I was sick

I thought love was how you stocked up on tissues because you found out I had allergic rhinitis

I thought love was when you hugged me in your sleep, without knowing that I was awake and silently crying

I thought love was your commitment to waiting for me, being patient with me knowing that I was not in an easy state

I thought love was the way you dealt with my intoxicated breakdowns

Man, the list could go on because I honestly thought maybe love was all the things you did that I wasn't used to because you made me feel that for once, the stars finally aligned in my favor

but you were just in a phase of infatuation while I was in a phase of breaking down walls, learning to accept the "love" I was never used to.

Real love, my dear is how I am hurting;
is knowing I deserve better
but still wishing you were the better that I deserved.

I miss you
I should stop
but real love doesn't just go away so quickly
which is why I'm left to wonder
why you're so okay with losing me

I guess that just means you never loved me.
I'm sorry I fell for your *******. Thanks for reminding me of why I built my walls up so high in the first place.
David Lessard  Aug 2017
Sick.
David Lessard Aug 2017
It started with a scratchy throat,
then zapped my nose and eyes;
coughing, sneezing, wheezing,
and my mournful little cries.

Invaded by an unknown foe,
that gave me chills and shakes;
Yes, I tried the chicken soup,
and whatever else it takes.

Can't do things when you're sick,
my organs aren't bionic,
I sit stiffly in my chair,
very rigid;  catatonic.

My rhinitis is pathetic,
a sieve I cannot quell;
my eyes leak liquids too,
it's the truth -I feel like hell.

It could be due to weather;
perhaps some allergies;
but I am on the mending road,
whops-excuse me while I sneeze!
PairedCastle Feb 2018
I'm a zombie
This coffee is making me dizzy
Is it the coffee, or am I just being silly?
Is it the coffee that is causing my headache?
Is the the headache that is causing me to drink coffee?
Downed cold coffee
Took small amounts of brewed coffee all day
Taking sips of coffee in regular intervals
This headache is just throbbing
This headache is just debilitating
Woke up this morning feeling dizzy
Allergic rhinitis, the cold, the sinusitis
The phlegm is clear, thank you, post nasal drip
The nose discharge is clear... so I think, the allergy is causing the steer
Pressure in the eyes, mouth, teeth, jaw
The ache that surrounds my face
The pain that originates underneath
Probably, deeper than my outer layer
This is becoming impromptu now
Losing the rhyme, maybe, it's the time
Guess, I'll have trouble sleeping tonight
My friend coffee, will keep me company!
Norbert Tasev Sep 2020
Leaves tremble in the wind. Autumn carries its golden chains as leaf scales: Who else knows for how long? hawthorns also tremble in the evergreen shelters of mosses. Even the round cheese continent is freezing in the sky. Dogs are courting howling, poisoning - the summer glow disappeared suddenly! The nose, like a chimney vomiting crimson rhinitis, is swollen and is still dripping with its still unpleasant, killer juices!

An entire week of bed exercise was in vain once the smelt of immunity had weakened. The unbridled wind brings its October heifers with a rebellious whiplash, and in a thickening, milky white mist it is placed on unknown faces in a large arc and firmly despair! "A horse chestnut ponders alone in the craters of forgotten puddles!"

I cherished tears and spike pains in my heart while others betrayed me! And like something secretly raging Goliath, who had never digested it once to be defeated, demands with impatient thirst for revenge and shakes the falling skirts of the trees of the season!

Even the kind UVB sun gets sick so he doesn’t have to heal, handing over his terrain to twilight flashes. As the net proliferates tendrils patiently nail my nails at night! And as the play of the clouds is unruly and amazed, I am sure that the number of troubles and dissenting opinions is multiplied, that while someone else is given a happy, family life:

To me: Why wasn't it good, happy, honest, and true ?! “Tired, I leaned on the heart-hill of my pillow, imagining the Truth even the real one — that we couldn’t be side by side how simple and unstable!
Jun Lit  Oct 2021
Vaccinated
Jun Lit Oct 2021
Hope was delivered quickly, mercifully,
as the aseptic needle silently, expertly
pierced the anxious skin of my upper arm
bared to its untattooed, obese reality
and scarred deeply with forgotten badges
from islands and mountains and forests
and caves, with souvenirs and tokens
from clingy rattans, unforgiving wasps,
solicitous leeches, and hyperactive biting midges.

Pushed by magmatic desperation, something
imposed by elected incompetence, fudged
as a destiny of an unfortunate nation,
I toed the line of the long queue, hiding
my rhinitis-ruled nostrils and mustached
mouth from the many dreaded arms
of SARS-CoV-2, uneasily shielding
my embarrassed face from sneezed aerosols.

Aging paranoias of undignifiedly drowning
in one’s own phlegm unconsciously fuel
the tired and greying servant. Respite is not
as appeals for help to ease the burdens
of mountains of debt, and so sadly, yet
the beloved, alone, succumbs to death.

We’re all hostages - and the ransoms demanded
by this protein-coated tyrant are costly,
unjustly. Incarcerated by our fears of being
caught within the nets of this pirate at the sea
of our existence, we are, I am, grasping at all
but the last strands of a rotting rope – hope,
diminishing, flickering hope of salvation
from pathogenic damnation. Come messiah!

Likened to Christmas Stars shining bright,
the sages of Science illuminated our dark night
And through the ***** of a hypodermic needle,
Hope was delivered quickly,
mercifully,
compassionately . . .
This was written immediately after the author got his second dose of AstraZeneca. It was read by the author himself as a contribution to the Virtual Cultural Concert (VCC) held on 09 October 2021. The virtual cultural event was organized by the UPLB Office of Alumni Affairs, and the Classes of 1971 and 1981 in celebration of the 103rd UPLB Loyalty Day (10 October 2021) with the theme “Bigkisang UPLB at Alumni para sa Matagumpay na Pagbangon Mula sa Pandemya.” [Strong Bonds between UPLB and Alumni Toward Victory in Recovering from the Pandemic]. The poem is dedicated to all UPLB Alumni, especially those in the Sciences, Medicine, and allied fields in the frontlines.  In Part, the poem is also a thanksgiving to Science & Scientists.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aQv-ZpRqyY

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