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Eugene Aug 2017
Mata: Nakikita nila akong masaya kasi sa tuwing tititigan ako ay nangungusap na. Pero hindi nila alam na sa kasuluksulukan nito ay madilim na ang aking nakikita.

Ilong: Amoy na amoy ko pa ang masasayang alaala ng kaligayahang noon ay aking nadarama. Ngunit, ngayon ay unti-unti nang bumabara ang mga sakit at pighating dulot ng aking pagdurusa.

Tainga: Kay sarap pakinggan ang mga nanari-saring tiyempo, ritmo, at tonong iyong napapakinggan. Ikaw ay napapaindak pa at napapasayaw sa mga natamong kasiyahan. Subalit, binging-bingi ka na sa mga masasakit na salita sa iyo na tila wala ka ng kwenta.

Bibig: Puring-puri mo ang mga nagawa mo para sa kanila at doon ay napagtanto **** may saysay ang bawat **** ginagawa. Ngunit, pilit mo na lamang ikinukubli ang mga masasakit na katagang nais **** ipabatid sa kanila dahil alam **** kapag ikaw ang nagsalita, mali pa rin sa pagkakaunawa nila.
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
I'm climbing out of
The gelatinous malaise
Of depression
As it relinquishes
It's life draining fingers
Off of my
Barely breathing
Raw throat
I feel the light of
Potential fill me
And I hope
Yet again
For a better day
A better life
One day
Maybe today
As I enjoy the freedom
A reprieve gives me
I'm okay
I can breathe
I can aim small
Baby steps
Without the anxiety
Of needing it
And the next 3 big steps
To be already done
It's okay if I'm flawed
And if I messed up
It's even okay if
I can't fix it
Maybe one day I can
But it won't be today
Today is for delight
In the small things
Like the lovely smell
Of bergamot
In earl gray tea
Or the softness
Of a pets' warm fur
Pressing against you
Today is for beauty
Seen in happy smiles
Of happy people
Who aren't letting
The harsh world
Get to them
It for the magic
That is music
Dancing sound
Today is for the esquisite flavor
Of lime sherbert ice cream
Sweet creamy cold
Refreshing in the heat of summer
Today is for many things
But not for all the negativity
Today is for a break
A gentle pause of life
For I have been sick
Time to recover
To heal old wounds
To learn how to live again
For I have forgotten
It's been so long
Today will be great
Because I will make it so
Anne Molony Aug 2017
It's funny how we relate certain smells to certain things
like how when I smell suncream
I smell summer
I smell days at the lake with school friends
I smell drunk, early morning conversations on rooftops
I smell sun and sea

Perhaps, that is why Martha will stop
at the perfume shop when we pass by it
always searching the second aisle from the back
bottom right, sometimes, bottom left
to see if they still sell it

She'll walk out smiling, stinking of Cinnabar
Blushing
I'll catch her nose in her sleeve later on
walking home
in the park
at the bus stop
I'll wonder what she's really smelling
Who she's seeing
Even when it's scent has faded and can't be made out any longer
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
The sun burns bright
The heat is blasting, scorching  hot
Burning razor rays of light
Beams like sharpies poking at the
Pockmarked clouds
Let through the light in shards
So bright
It burns I look it hurts I stare I dare myself to count to ten
By two i cannot see what's 'round
And still I stare by four I'm blind
Eyal Lavi
Tatiana Aug 2017
Taking a bite into a sandwich,
A well made peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
And tasting nothing.
The jaw moves up and down.
A hand migrates to the temple,
Feeling the muscle respond
To the empty, automatic, chewing.

Boring.

Breathing in a breath of fresh air,
A spring breeze carrying the scent of lilacs.
And smelling nothing.
The lungs expand and deflate.
A hand is placed on the ribs
Feeling the bones respond
To the empty, automatic, breathing.

Boring.

Watching storm clouds in the distance,
A western front bringing the rain closer.
And seeing nothing.
The eyes' gaze broken with blinks.
A hand is placed next to one eye
Feeling the muscles respond
To the empty, automatic, blinking.

Boring.

Turning on a car radio while driving,
A voice reports the unusual weather patterns.
And hearing nothing.
The ears started their phantom ring.
A hand is placed on the volume dial
Feeling the ear drum respond
To the empty, automatic, ringing.

Boring.

Picking at the worn steering wheel,
A ripped, and tattered leather covered wheel.
And feeling nothing.
The skin got caught and ripped open.
A hand is placed over the heart
Feeling the chest respond
To the empty, automatic, beating.

Boring.

*I don't care.
© Tatiana
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
Be sure of one thing
Use that tongue and taste your words
Before you loose it
Easier said than done sometimes and not everyone has a filter. This is dedicated to people I once knew...
Jeni Jul 2017
Language is like a void
Yet concrete is porcelain skin
And chocolate dreams
I listen to shadows
Remembering how frantically the words melted
Sacrificing my tongue for your delicious smile.
I wrote this a few weeks ago with one of those fridge poetry magnet sets which I found in a box in my house.
Kitt Jul 2017
It smells like first love
Says the perfume bottle
Smells like true love
Says the bath bomb

What does first love smell like?
First love smells like rain
The heavy scent of the air
Before a thunderstorm

True love smells like cookies
Baking in the background
And a rich *** of coffee
Brewing from fresh beans

And of cinnamon in hot chocolate
And lavender, like my lotion
And spice, like his deodorant

First love smells lightly of sweat
Because you're nervous
True love smells like tears
Because it's never a dry-eyed affair

It smells like the flowers
Of the wedding bouquet
And the crimson and white
Christmas flower display

First love smells like body spray
Slathered on to hide the sweat
True love smells natural
Bad breath in the morning
And yet fine
Because it's theirs.

First love turns to sweet summers' air
Vanished with August's last week
True love kisses the scents
Both foul and fair
That break upon my cheek.
2014
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