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Sandman Mar 2020
Seldom are the streets quiet
The children age by the window light
Outside it is spring

March brings the turning of the cold
The adults fester and rot, feeding themselves to their resting places

Wicked things brew far and wide
Sizzling and spewing like acid dissolving bone and flesh

The morning moon glimmering
Time has burned itself to the wax
Everyone is meandering their minds
Searching for a smooth door handle to grasp

There are doors but none to open
There are windows but none to peer out of
There are cars but no one to steer them
This is the apocalypse
Emily Mitchell Mar 2020
The March wind is here.
Sun sparkles on the river,
Trees wave barren limbs.
Written 03 / 06 / 20
Wrote this at work just looking out the window at the sun shining off of the river... and I've always loved the March wind ever since I was a child and I read a poem about it and wrote my own... ooh, I should look for that one...
Maria Etre Mar 2020
What intrigues me
is how every woman
wears her "woman"
beautifully
Woman's Day
Rajinder Mar 2020
'Love is the only antidote', he said
'I am also on antibiotics', she wrote
on a paper napkin.
'I wanna kiss you love', he whispered.
Looking in his eyes, adjusting her mask 
she slid the Off shoulder, a little more.
Maria Etre Mar 2020
The sun came out & burnt my old skin
left me naked & confused
scared & alive
leeannejjang Mar 2020
bibitaw ako sa unang araw ng marso.
hindi dahil sa hindi na kita mahal,
ito ay dahil napagod na ang puso ko
napagod na itong magantay sa iyo.

bibitaw ako sa una araw ng marso,
pakiramdam ko ako ay isa studyante magtatapos sa kolehiyo
pero dito ang istorya natin  na kahit kailan ay hindi na masisimulan ang tatapusin ko.

bibitaw ako sa unang araw ng marso,
madaming buwan ang lumipas,
kumapit ako sa pagasa mapapansin mo ako.
mga araw na hinintay ko ang mga sagot mo
mga araw na napuyat ako kakaisip sa iyo.

bibitaw ako sa unang araw ng marso
at ang araw na iyon ay ngayon.
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