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ang siglong magulo
wala namang multo
pero bakit maraming nawawala nalang bigla
na parang mga multo
kinuha ba sila ng mga kulto?
nakalilito
liko sa kaliwa
sa kanan
sa kanina
kina
kian
ina

ka!
wala
na sila
alis
baka mapatay ka
yata?
KABAhan ka na
mjad Jul 17
Icy
he got the
Gucci flops
Supreme top
Balenciaga bag
Hermes chain
Chanel sunglasses
Louis Vuitton jacket
Rolex on his wrist
he looks A-list

but does he have a heart?
Bhill Jul 4
Is there time in our life to have
To have that extra
That extra something
That extra something that makes us smile
That smile that creates a happier self
A self that gladly spreads the happiness along
Along to others
Others that without that smile
Without that smile, they would be
Well, they would be frowning
Who wants to be frowning when everyone else is smiling...
Just saying

Brian Hill - 2019 # 164
Smile it out people...
JJ Inda Jun 20
A misplaced comma,
an misused apostrophe;
what some call extra skin,
not fat, but a flap.
The military calls it a redundancy,
although some find it repugnant.
A synonym for excess,
a form of alienation; disgust.


Today,
I have made up my mind to
go an extra mile
for anyone.


Something that popped into my head an Friday on the way to school.
And I'm determined to do it all week...
It would be doubtful and indecent
Drive pigeons along the boulevards of the capital.
Much nicer on weekends.
To drive along the boulevards of Moscow business.

Even more noble and relevant
Chasing parrots in the living room and bedroom.
And it will be much quieter
Don't croak a hoarse crow.

Quite non-self-critical
Consider yourself a rare bird.
Bring it back, please.,
In Estonia a white stork.
an
waiter
rolls
am
i
made whole on my dime

ask him
in
an
while

she hates me
to
much

we could not
make
her
smile

when
an
apology
kiss me
its worth

we have
no value
on
this earth


how sorry do you think
i
am
?





























...
..
.
she says
don't
ever
talk
to
me about
...
..
.
Nathalie Feb 2018
my heart does not work in the way that i'd like.
ask me if i am able to love myself,
and the answer will be "no"
even though i know that i should say "yes"
because i am blessed with the life i do have,
though it may at times hurt like cracked, bleeding anything
all just in need of repair.
i have nothing to fix it anymore...
i've used up everything,
and my heart beats abnormally;
beating for those who don't deserve it,
for those who've hurt it-
i still somehow find it racing,
jumping out of my chest just yearning for some other heart,
one that is more stable, and constant.
one that is not held together by thin weaves of thread,
and rusted staples that can't stay clasped shut for much longer.
no,
my heart does not work in the way that i'd like.
it is broken.
it is beaten.
and it is stupid,
but i am still capable of love,
and it may go to the wrong people,
but better wrong than none at all.
an exerpt from an old set of poems
Zani Jan 2018
Politope, politope
Tell me your name
Because I need a quick way
To get off of this plane

I've got that mid-night
Fist fight
Thrill of the flight
With a chest tight feeling
That something's not right

But when I've got that extra power
All will remember my name
It's strange
How we are all the same in this respect

We have been kidding ourselves
For our entire life
It is we who must change
So to better ourselves
For the sake of human kind

I wish the news would show
The things that should happen
But it don't
Instead it shows
The things that shouldn't
To make sure we don't grow
A pair of politopes
Politope
Tell me your name
Because I need  quick way
To get off of this plane

I've got that mid-night
Fist fight
Thrill of the flight
With a chest tight feeling
That something's not right

But when I've got that extra power
All will remember my name

When you've got that extra power
It will soon let you down
When you figure out
Beyond all doubt
That all things come back to one place
Where no-one remembers your name

We have been kidding ourselves
For our entire life
It is we who must change
So to better ourselves
For the sake of human kind
We do anything to escape reality! Some lyrics to go with my escape: Music!
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