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KRRW Dec 2017
Isang batang babae
ang pangalan ay Izabel


Zabel ang palayaw
nakasuot ng kahel


Ang lahat ng ito
ay pangarap niya lang


Batang babae
isa palang hukluban


Eskandalo niya ay
kanya nang tinatakasan


Lahat ng patunay
pilit niyang pinagtatakpan.
Written
02 August 2017


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
KRRW Dec 2017
Dadalawin kita
sa iyong guni-guni

Aapihin kita
sa lahat ng sandali

Nanamnamin ko
ang lahat ng 'yong pighati

Igagapos ka
umaga, araw at gabi

Lagi mo na akong kasama
sa 'yong tabi

Oras mo sa mundo
ngayo'y nagmamadali.
Written
02 August 2017


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
KRRW Dec 2017
****! ****! ****!

Burp! Burp! Burp!

****! ****! ****!
Written
02  August 2017


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
KRRW Aug 2017
An anxious amortal
archnemesis
affectionately
allowing an amoral
animosity
achieve an attitudal
agressive and aversion against
any and all
annoying,
aggravating,
afflicting,
and almost annihilating
alliterations,
although all
aforementioned actions
are absolutely
artificial.



An amiable
abomination
and architectural abuse
at an alphabet achieved
after aesthetically
arranging ample
arbitrary
alternatives alone,
amounting an acclamation.



An affinity at
awkward avante-garde arts
arising at
an astronomical acceleration,
aside an archaic
argumentum ad
antiquitatem argument
awfully appraising
an atheistic and agnostic
apparition,
anthrophomorphically
alive and apparently
alright after asphyxiation,
alluding an astral authority
absolving accusations
and all allegations.



An advantageously
astute and adroit assassin
always actively
acting and assaulting
alone, ain't assisted
anyhow,
already
antiquating auxillaries
altogether.



An alliteratious afterfocus:
Aborting all anticipations.
Anticipating affirmative antagonizations.
All are alright.
Already airtight.
Adios, amigos.



Author: anonymous,
an acorn-afflicted,
assassinatrix affiliate.
attributed as Agent Argent.
Written
04 July 2016


Genre
Alliterature


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
FRITZ Aug 2017
I am,

static bring me back the stone

bring back us the grave.

I am,

weathered and the stones

surface is covered in moss.

slipping my sleeping head beneath

slippery stone.

dead particles clinging to static.

I am,

shadows over your mouth

full feeling of weight and listless

ness lifting you to meet the sun.

I am

sound and soft waters

crisp undulating waves

polish my face.

     my teeth are sharp and white.
I focus on the notions of 'stone'.
FRITZ Aug 2017
if i spelled 'perception' as 'pursepshun' they would read as phonetic equals. however your pursepshun of the word has been changed. not just that, your pursepshun of the whole work has been changed. why is that? what particular aspect of the design has been affected?
Art is art because it invokes and stirs emotions and ideas. Does it remain art if you can no longer discern why?
FRITZ Aug 2017
a transmitter roughly

                                          feed a rat or pump Mother with a nailgun

               brained easters confetti eyes and shredded vision deserts.

                                                       ­                               frosty spectacular

                          oracular suffocation push & bringing in the changes

                            hyper-faced you got crushed by this crushing rock.

heady aches binding teeth like a calf and its mother frozen in mud....

I have taken your teeth with the seeds of an orange fruit

I am ingesting your breathe like a poisoned candy sweet

I devour your voice into thick and rot

I turn you green and black and blue

you can no longer be the only you.

— The End —