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annh Nov 2020
We burrow where they lie, our fallen brothers; old sweats and fledgling crow bags, both. In death as in life, they have our back…and so we plough on into the abyss by the light of a caged phosphorus flare, hot metal spraying the midnight hour like some vengeful fay’s buckshot.

A human scaffold supports us for the distance of four miles. That’s Piccadilly to Hampstead; Circus to Heath. The length of a lifetime…of  hundreds of lifetimes. In the winter when the rains come and the trenches run like a quartermaster’s latrine, the soil sloughs away to reveal the ossuary within. It is then that I, in my now customary delirium, imagine that I can reach out to shake their hand again.

‘Sunrise and sunset are blasphemous…only the black rain out of the bruised and swollen clouds…is fit atmosphere in such a land. The rain drives on, the stinking mud becomes more evilly yellow, the shell-holes fill up with green-white water, the roads and tracks are covered in inches of slime, the black dying trees ooze and sweat and the shells never cease…they plunge into the grave which is this land.’
- Modris Eksteins, Rites of Spring: The Great War and the Birth of the Modern Age
Ysa Pa Aug 2017
Kung may isang daang tula
Mga tula para kay Stella
Mga tulang sinasaad at nilalathala
Ang puso at mga nadarama
Na nagmula sa isang binata

Isang emosyon, isang daang tula
Para sa kanyang tanging sinisinta
Nais ko ring magsulat, lumikha
Hindi isang daan, kundi isa
Isang may isang daang salita

Mga salitang sana'y sapat na
Hindi ko gustong sumobra pa
Kaya tanging hiling ko talaga
Na kasabay ng mga salita
Maubos na ang aking nadarama

Tinakdang bilang ay nalalapit na
Ngunit bakit iniisip parin kita
Isang daan na, tama na
Pagod na akong mahalin ka
Pagod na ako maging tanga
Oo hype rider na hahaha
Victoria C Dec 2015
without any warning he burst into my life. delicate, detailed yet deranged. I was in awe and he was hung up on the idea that he could make me his. love never last as long as they say. He tore my heart out and smashed it into little pieces and im standing, shaking bloodily in my own pile of broken *****. The remaining sound of the distant beating is barely audible any more. he made me mindless and I grew stoic over the years. damaged, derailed yet dignified, with all the warning I could muster, I burst out of his life.

— The End —