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ThoughT Feb 24
Though my dreams have been borderline terrifying, it's mixed with a magic I can't explain.  I'd often prefer to stay than to wake, and let the story play.  In my dreams I have purpose, even if it is to help save and escape when I am the aimed prey.  I have planted myself in rough terrain, and though I feel the wetness of the rain, I currently lack the passion to push past the concrete shade of gray.  While unconscious I am sometimes robbed of speech and mobility, but awake I am just a shadow's stain.  The sun's rays will hit the next day and we will both forget I am there.  I can honestly say I still prefer the dangers of the night, to the impending daymare.
Let me sleep.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2017
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I have seen couples,
So far from each—
Other, on a platform,
Waiting for the next train,
Never touching, yet how
They ****** their mobile
Devices, how softly, sweet,
Without guile nor agenda
They swipe the glass—
As it swoons back in return
With blue lights and alerts,
So dearly needed and answers,
In way words for the machines
Of flesh and the ghost within,
With such personal aplomb
In real notifications of text
And instant message.
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
" ang punong tagapagluto "*

KUNG ANG ISA SA MGA NAKA-ENTRADANG PUTAHE
AY HINDE NAMAN TALAGA SADYANG NA-SABUTAHE
NA KANINO NGA BA ANG EPEKTO NG PANGYAYARI
SA MGA NAKA-TIKIM BA NITO O SA NAGMA-MAY ARI

DAHIL KUNG ANG BAWAT SANDOK
AY MAY NAGBABANTANG HADLOK
ANO PA BANG SIGLA MERON ANG PAGSALOK
GAYONG' NAKA-HAIN AY IBA SA IPINAPAHIMOK

ILANG SANDALI PA MULA SA MGA ORAS NGANG ITO
YAONG APEKTADO AY DAPAT LANG NA MAPANUTO
MATAPOS MAGAWARAN NG HATOL BASE SA KARAMIHAN NG MGA GUMUSTO*
*INOSENTE LANG ANG MAGTATAKA SA HAPAG-KAINAN KUNG ITO AY WASTO
the night before Christmas eve
i got this  dream of mine so illusive
so clear as if i am awake,, i am so afraid that time but it was not a
cold nightmare
although i am sleeping, my pen was collaborating to Paul Butters' poem entitled " daymare "
Paul Butters Nov 2015
I have for you a brand new word:
Of “Nightmare” we all have heard,
But now I give you
“Daymare”.

Yes, a day of Daymares –
Those little nagging Anxieties
That grow to deep Depression.
Can I pay my bills?
Will I pass my exams?
What will people think (of me)?

We all have had those Daymare days
When all goes wrong
And nothing will go right.

Bad days
Like when my parents died,
Nervous breakdowns,
Running over a cat
And a squirrel.
Fillings falling out.
Lunch is burnt.
We’re flooded!
And many more.

Times of sadness, anger and frustration.
Times to cry.
Times when it’d be better
To Die.

So, here I give you “Daymare”:
A word I hope
You seldom have to use.

Paul Butters
I invented a new word.... and wrote this...but then I found that no other than Charles Dickens used it! Separate inventions of course and a word worth bringing back.....
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Held in the pens
Of womb, little one
Squirms to see light,
Before the bars of crib
Encroach and bind one
Growing into childhood.
Then to be left off, bounded,
For chaste schools to yearn how
To keep such place whilst learning,
Never knowing that old, bracing sun
Is all around until frightful bell— calls
Recess, for these are the walled gardens
We made for ourselves, the coldest brick
And mortar chambers we place as lambs
Are encased, when finally we are pushed
Into the dark, the drabness, of the drowning
Work a daze whirled, the open prison of our lives.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
I have seen couples,
So far from each—
Other, on a platform,
Waiting for the next train,
Never touching, yet how
They ****** their mobile
Devices, how softly, sweet,
Without guile nor agenda
They swipe the glass—
As it swoons back in return
With blue lights and alerts,
So dearly needed and answers,
In way words for the machines
Of flesh and the ghost within,
With such personal aplomb
In real notifications of text
And instant message.

— The End —