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Anthony Arellano Aug 2020
Looking and longing for that something,
Don’t quite know what it is,
Beating myself up trying to reach the answer,
Once I reach one,
All the possible answers hit at once,
Sense of being overwhelmed begins to settle,
Feeling not only lost but also unmotivated
Trying to fix all these pieces to the puzzle,
That I lose a sense of the picture,
The finished product no longer has that value,
Rather it has been altered,
It is no longer unique.
What is the cost?
Time or value?
Both.
Does complying to how others think you should be, really worth it?
St. Johns our second home,
our school song we sang,
The days filled just with innocent giggles
until the school bells rang,

Please take me back to my school days
I asked God,
Ask me for a wish not heaven,
he replied with a tone odd,

I vividly remember rushing down
those school stairs,
Only to be in time for those
daily assembly prayers,

No matter how far time takes us to explore,
Now when I turn back,
eyes are filled with nothing but tears
wanting to live it once more…
August 2020
rarae aves Jul 2020
Today marks one month of sobriety.
I’m happy with myself I’m staying clean.
I’m experiencing first hand why getting clean seems like an insurmountable task,
why it’s inherently formidable.
It’s not because of the task of getting clean itself, its because of everything that’s in my face while I’m clean-
the trauma, the distressing emotions & thoughts, the self defeating conditioning. It’s all clear as day, it’s inescapable now.
I’m proud of myself for choosing to face & deal, over numb & escape.
I’m going to take one day at a time.
I aim to live everyday now.
Poetic T Jun 2020
His slippers still in the corner,
           I wear them sometimes
scuffing along.

I'll fill these empty shoes  
                              one day,
           making you proud.
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
not to please you

I cut my hair short not to hear you say
“Why’d you cut it? It was way better before.”

I cut my hair short not because
I wanted to be a man, nor be deemed ‘manly’

I cut my hair short because I love it and I own it
and I don’t give a **** about what you say because

I am absolutely proud of it
I swear, if I get enother comment about my hair I’m gonna explode. Why do people care so much about how we look? I’m not harming anybody looking this way, and others too. We can look whatever the **** we want to, without fearing anyone’s judgment.

We’re always too short, too tall, too fat, too thin, too girly, too manly, too try hard, too ugly, too dark, too fair, too brash-looking, or too boring for this society. We can never please this society, so might as well be proud of how carry ourselves everyday.

This is the only body we have. Love it.
Muse Serenade Jun 2020
My heart is full of tears
It is aching so badly in here
What should I do
to overcome this too
Where do I say
and where do I collect
When do these flowers bloom in my heart
How to start it rightly
So to end it successfully
My blood is racing in my veins
to reach it and make them happy always

But I need a start
to make it right
to the special person I wrote.
she keeps on thinking about, how to make her parents proud.
cuz she did make her parents proud always...
no need to worry pal....
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