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you look so pretty on my screen
lighting up my dark room
hooked again, it's after ten
again
begins the diurnal gloom

I really should sleep soon
lying awake to the illusion  
lying to myself, under this neon
sky
I really should escape this self-made prison

you looked pretty on my screen
but my room's gone dark
I finally close my eyes,sixteen
past four
but you'll still lurk
his secrets
are like ocean foam
rising to the surface
and she tries to breathe
as if it's air

her worries
are like the ocean floor
sinking further down
and he wont touch them
however deep he goes

his secrets
are like ocean foam
hushing with the waves
drowning out the noise
that rings in her ears

juvenile analogies
an attempt to make it clearer
my reflection in the water
is why i cant look in the mirror

his secrets
are like ocean foam
bubbles on the shore
and he tries to keep them
white like lies

her worries
are like the ocean floor
pressure gets to her head
he could swim forever
wouldn't make a dent

overwritten concepts
fears i shouldn't say
bury my head in the sand
until it goes away
Sa salamin may pinapahid sa pisngi si Maya
Mga palamuting umaaliw sa paningin ng iba
Paglipas ng sandali'y anyo nga ay nag-iba
Ngunit katotohanan ay di maitatago sa likod ng maskara

May isang taong buong buhay ay naghukay
Inapakan ang lahat upang marating ang tagumpay
Ngunit hininga niya'y napagod na sa kahihintay
Sa huli, siya itong naghukay para sa sariling bangkay

Ngayong araw ay kaawaran ko na
May mga pagkatok, heto't bubuksan ko na
Pagbukas ko'y mga pagbati't regalo ang dala-dala
Sa pag talikod ko'y itak na ang naka-amba

Sino nga ba itong nagkukubli sa pangalan ng iba
At tila ba nagtatago sa mundong alam niya
May nais nga ba siyang ilihim sa paningin ng iba
At patakas na nagtatago sa larawan ng iba?

Ito'y ilang halimbawa na aking nabanggit
Tila nakamamatay na sakit, tulad ng inggit
Na anyo ng bawat isa na kanya-kanyang bit-bit
Na mga Pagkatao'ng tiyak na walang nagpapahigit.
JGA
?
Damdaming walang katumbas na salita
Maging sa diksyonaryo'y di ko makita
Waring humahagilap ng mga kataga
Na aangkop sa ginagawa kong tula

Ang isip ay nagtatalo at nagwawala
Ang bawat isa'y nais makawala
Aking gagapusin ng mga tanikala
Mga anyo na ako rin ang gumawa

Sapagkat hindi nga sila kayang patayin
Waring mga aninong di na kayang alisin
At sa pagdaay pinipilit ko na lamang mahalin
Kahit na taliwas pa ang aming adhikain
JGA
Lucas Jan 18
Peter once asked: which things make you feel something?

And the truth is I’ve been play pretending since quarentine
When I started to believe in a glamourous life

Lillies of the valley, meditation
Behind sunrise filters there’s someone unhappy, black and white
With a dull and wrinkled skin, she hates the sun
She always thought about her vocations
House decorator but she never could do it right
Just like singing, or dancing or even flerting but not like holding a gun

She lives in a small and warm house
Which she always wished the old roof to cave in
No garden, no breath, but death
Never met the green but fell in love with violence
And by that I mean - her mother talks about the path

God, unfriend of mine
Please, let me d-die

I’ve been play pretending since quarentine
When I started to believe in a fitness life

*** with cellulite but not like Jupiter
Curves all over the body but not like the ones on the road
There is hair, but not long enough and strong enough like Rapunzel's - for her men to entrust her with the climb
There are big arms, but not like Anette's because no one would stay in it for that long
There’s no art on her

November 1st 2021, she noticed that she was thinner but she couldn't wear her high waisted pants like she always wanted
Her mother would **** her if she did
So she prayed one more time

God, unfriend of mine
Please, let me d-die

I’ve been play pretending since quarentine
When I started to hide in the night life

‘Don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing’

Peter once asked: which things make you feel something?

So she prayed one more time

God, unfriend of mine
Please, let me d-die
Brandon Jan 17
fear holds you captive, immured in darkness
rejection pokes at your timid soul
neglect watches with voyeuristic pleasure
and your torture continues until...

hope finds you
happiness arrives with salvation
and love embraces you with a warming light
they are here, to keep your torment at bay
Brandon Jan 17
She cries—
melancholy skies draped in luscious grey
her iridescent tears falling in tempo
parched soil, drowning in generosity
leaving a damp aroma to suffuse through brisk gales
—for us
Secret-Author Jan 17
Look at you, you stupid b*tch,
Hanging from the rafters,
Despite being cold youre still
So fat, one too many afters.

If I had to list all the ways
That you so let me down,
The first one would be long ago
That you refused to drown.

Look at you, you're so fat,
And don't you blame the baby,
It's been eleven days since you
Had him, go on a diet maybe.

Look at you.
Just look at the state of you.
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