#100words - Hello Poetry

_We burrow where they lie, our fallen brothers. Old sweats and fledgling crow bags, both. In death as in life, they have our back…and so we plough on into the abyss by the light of a caged phosphorus flare, hot metal spraying the midnight hour like some vengeful fay’s buckshot. A human scaffold supports us for the distance of four miles. That’s Piccadilly to Hampstead; Circus to Heath. The length of a lifetime…of hundreds of lifetimes. In the winter when the rains come and the trenches run like a quartermaster’s latrine, the soil sloughs away to reveal the ossuary within. It is then that I, in my now customary delirium, imagine that I can reach out to shake their hand again._

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Nov 11, 2020

Nov 11, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC

annh

They Shall Not Grow Old | 11/11

_We burrow where they lie, our fallen brothers. Old sweats and fledgling crow bags, both. In death as in life, they have our back…and so we plough on into the abyss by the light of a caged phosphorus flare, hot metal spraying the midnight hour like some vengeful fay’s buckshot. A human scaffold supports us for the distance of four miles. That’s Piccadilly to Hampstead; Circus to Heath. The length of a lifetime…of hundreds of lifetimes. In the winter when the rains come and the trenches run like a quartermaster’s latrine, the soil sloughs away to reveal the ossuary within. It is then that I, in my now customary delirium, imagine that I can reach out to shake their hand again._

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Kung may isang daang tula Mga tula para kay Stella Mga tulang sinasaad at nilalathala Ang puso at mga nadarama Na nagmula sa isang binata Isang emosyon, isang daang tula Para sa kanyang tanging sinisinta Nais ko ring magsulat, lumikha Hindi isang daan, kundi isa Isang may isang daang salita Mga salitang sana'y sapat na Hindi ko gustong sumobra pa Kaya tanging hiling ko talaga Na kasabay ng mga salita Maubos na ang aking nadarama Tinakdang bilang ay nalalapit na Ngunit bakit iniisip parin kita Isang daan na, tama na Pagod na akong mahalin ka Pagod na ako maging tanga

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Aug 24, 2017

Aug 24, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC

Stitch

100 Salita Galing Kay Ysa

Kung may isang daang tula Mga tula para kay Stella Mga tulang sinasaad at nilalathala Ang puso at mga nadarama Na nagmula sa isang binata Isang emosyon, isang daang tula Para sa kanyang tanging sinisinta Nais ko ring magsulat, lumikha Hindi isang daan, kundi isa Isang may isang daang salita Mga salitang sana'y sapat na Hindi ko gustong sumobra pa Kaya tanging hiling ko talaga Na kasabay ng mga salita Maubos na ang aking nadarama Tinakdang bilang ay nalalapit na Ngunit bakit iniisip parin kita Isang daan na, tama na Pagod na akong mahalin ka Pagod na ako maging tanga

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without any warning he burst into my life. delicate, detailed yet deranged. I was in awe and he was hung up on the idea that he could make me his. love never last as long as they say. He tore my heart out and smashed it into little pieces and im standing, shaking bloodily in my own pile of broken ***** The remaining sound of the distant beating is barely audible any more. he made me mindless and I grew stoic over the years. damaged, derailed yet dignified, with all the warning I could muster, I burst out of his life.

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC

victoria-cina

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without any warning he burst into my life. delicate, detailed yet deranged. I was in awe and he was hung up on the idea that he could make me his. love never last as long as they say. He tore my heart out and smashed it into little pieces and im standing, shaking bloodily in my own pile of broken ***** The remaining sound of the distant beating is barely audible any more. he made me mindless and I grew stoic over the years. damaged, derailed yet dignified, with all the warning I could muster, I burst out of his life.

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