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Umaga na pala, Subalit tila umpisa pa lang ito ng dilim Dito sa bayan kong nasa sinapupunan ng mga sakim Pagpagan ang mga baro't saya habang hawak ang sedula Nilang mga uhaw sa tronong ipinangako sa kanila Naluklok na bagong puno,sa pagdaka’y nagpaulan Ng mga balang hindi man tingga ay tumatagos sa kaibuturan Sa dati niyang ka giyera na s'yang mga tunay na anak ng bayan Iginapos sila’t ipiniit sa sandipang karapatan Yaong mga bago niyang kawal ay matatayog pa sa kalabaw ‘Pagkat kasama niyang magkakamal ng salaping umaapaw Mag kaka-ututang labi ay iisa ang kaliskis at balagat Sila na mag kaibigang dila at ngipin sa pilak din mag-papangagat Habang ang mga dating sadyang tapat sa gampanin Ay mistulang mga bayani na lang sa hangin Ang pagka dalisay nila sa maka-kapwang  tungkulin Parang sa tubig na isulat at hindi na basahin Kawawang Sta. Teresita bayan kong dinusta Ng mga ganid sa kapangyarihan at mapang-alipusta Akong anak mo’y nasa daluyong ng kapanglawan Kabiyak mo sa balsang itinali sa nagluluksang pampang Kawawang Sta. Teresita ginahasa ng mga mapag-samantala Hinubaran ng dangal at piniringan ng telang mapula pa sa pula Binusalan ang bibig hanggang sigaw mo’y hindi na marinig Mga araw mo ngayo’y mamumugto sa haharapin **** pag-liligalig Tahan na Sta. Teresita,Tahan na, Bayan kong sakdal iniibig Matatapos din ang sigwa, Tutulay muli ang lunday sa sapa. © 2018 Glen Castillo All Rights Reserved.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Sta. Teresita
pumasok sa kompartamentong bilang sa lahat ngunit ipagsiksikan ang sarili, sumuot, at ipilit dahil ang maiiwan sa españa ay hindi makakarating makipaglaban, mang-agaw, ang akin ay akin trenta minutong paghihintay sa ilalim ng init, tiyaga ang kapiling sa umaga bakit nga ba ‘di pa makikipag-balyahan? asal-hayup upang mapuntahan ka lamang sa pagdating sa istasyon ng sta. mesa pawis ay naghahalo, amoy ay ‘di mawari napagitnaan ng dal’wang dalagang nagchi-chismisan ‘di sinasadyang makinig, ako’y ‘di sang-ayon kaya iiling sa hawakan ay higpitan lalo ang kapit sasakyan natin ay paparating na sa pandacan tumitig sa bintana at muli, bigla kang naisip ngunit sila’y ‘di maibigay ang inaasam na pagtahimik bakit nga ba ako nagtitiyaga? sa masikip, magulo, at maingay na paraan paalis na tayo sa istasyon ng paco ika’y singtulad ng tren na ito hindi makahinga sa dami ng taong nilalaman kailan ba mapapadali ang ruta sa araw-araw? magrereklamo, magsasawa, sasabihing “ayoko na” titigil sa istasyon ng san andres mananatili hanggang makaabot sa vito cruz pasulong ang andar ngunit ang gana’y wala na pagod at nagsasawa, hindi magawang iwan ngayon ka pa ba susuko, eh ang lapit mo na? nawala ang bigat ng pasahero pagdating sa buendia nawala na rin panandalian ang sikip na iniinda ngunit ano namang silbi ng ginhawa, kung paalis ka na rin at nalalapit na sa paru-roonan pagod ka na pero tiyagain mo nalang ikaw at ang sitwasyon ay nariyan na nga nag-inarte ka pa kung kailan nasa pasay road na hindi ka pa ba nasanay sa araw-araw? tumigil ang tren sa istasyong pinakahihintay pawis, pagod, suot ang damit na gusut-gusot heto na, sa dami ng nangyari ay narito na sa edsa magallanes, salubungin mo siya
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
ang hindi maisiwalat na pagnanasa at tumatakbong imahinasyon sa istasyon ng tren: byaheng mula españa hanggang edsa-magallanes
pumasok sa kompartamentong bilang sa lahat ngunit ipagsiksikan ang sarili, sumuot, at ipilit dahil ang maiiwan sa españa ay hindi makakarating makipaglaban, mang-agaw, ang akin ay akin trenta minutong paghihintay sa ilalim ng init, tiyaga ang kapiling sa umaga bakit nga ba ‘di pa makikipag-balyahan? asal-hayup upang mapuntahan ka lamang sa pagdating sa istasyon ng sta. mesa pawis ay naghahalo, amoy ay ‘di mawari napagitnaan ng dal’wang dalagang nagchi-chismisan ‘di sinasadyang makinig, ako’y ‘di sang-ayon kaya iiling sa hawakan ay higpitan lalo ang kapit sasakyan natin ay paparating na sa pandacan tumitig sa bintana at muli, bigla kang naisip ngunit sila’y ‘di maibigay ang inaasam na pagtahimik bakit nga ba ako nagtitiyaga? sa masikip, magulo, at maingay na paraan paalis na tayo sa istasyon ng paco ika’y singtulad ng tren na ito hindi makahinga sa dami ng taong nilalaman kailan ba mapapadali ang ruta sa araw-araw? magrereklamo, magsasawa, sasabihing “ayoko na” titigil sa istasyon ng san andres mananatili hanggang makaabot sa vito cruz pasulong ang andar ngunit ang gana’y wala na pagod at nagsasawa, hindi magawang iwan ngayon ka pa ba susuko, eh ang lapit mo na? nawala ang bigat ng pasahero pagdating sa buendia nawala na rin panandalian ang sikip na iniinda ngunit ano namang silbi ng ginhawa, kung paalis ka na rin at nalalapit na sa paru-roonan pagod ka na pero tiyagain mo nalang ikaw at ang sitwasyon ay nariyan na nga nag-inarte ka pa kung kailan nasa pasay road na hindi ka pa ba nasanay sa araw-araw? tumigil ang tren sa istasyong pinakahihintay pawis, pagod, suot ang damit na gusut-gusot heto na, sa dami ng nangyari ay narito na sa edsa magallanes, salubungin mo siya
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Fiat lux and Then I stand and see how it looks out on Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is Out speeding on the autobahn while she is Now sleeping on futons in peace it's Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in- Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's Driven to this racer who makes her en- Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy Love who's the catcher who has her and Now you see It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly Down the street Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally Into this dreamcatcher's hazard Our dreamcatcher's hazard Oh have you heard It's absurd that the whip cracked Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat- Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta- Ble biblically faith- Ful foolishly a- Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our Dreamcatcher's hazard and That dreamcatcher's hazard's a A madness that is learned And it's absurd So say the mattress is glowing it's holy Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams It's you and me be- Cause for you my blood is flowing For you my blood is glowing For you this blood is flowing And too the flood is blowing It's true our love is growing
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Dreamcatcher's Hazard
Fiat lux and Then I stand and see how it looks out on Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is Out speeding on the autobahn while she is Now sleeping on futons in peace it's Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in- Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's Driven to this racer who makes her en- Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy Love who's the catcher who has her and Now you see It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly Down the street Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally Into this dreamcatcher's hazard Our dreamcatcher's hazard Oh have you heard It's absurd that the whip cracked Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat- Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta- Ble biblically faith- Ful foolishly a- Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our Dreamcatcher's hazard and That dreamcatcher's hazard's a A madness that is learned And it's absurd So say the mattress is glowing it's holy Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams It's you and me be- Cause for you my blood is flowing For you my blood is glowing For you this blood is flowing And too the flood is blowing It's true our love is growing
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At the cinema they project a movie And in that movie at a certain point it's raining And it's a so realistic rain That I pull the jacket on Almost to protect myself Even outside it's raining, or Perhaps  not. It's truth this rain that in a dream we dream Even when it's raining outside? * POESIA 2: Al cinema danno un film e nel film a un certo punto piove ed è una pioggia così realistica che io mi tiro addosso il giubbino quasi a proteggermi anche fuori sta piovendo, o forse no. E’ vera la pioggia che in un sogno sogniamo anche quando fuori piove?
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
POEM 2 (poesia 2)
stair w a y stair w a y stair w a y stair w a y stair w a y stair w a y sta No escalators to heaven , no free rides . Just one long hard climb , one step at a time .
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
Stairway from Earth to Heaven
Dorme la corriera dorme la farfalla dormono le mucche nella stalla il cane nel canile il ***** nel bimbile il fuco nel fucile e nella notte nera dorme la pula dentro la pantera dormono i rappresentanti nei motel dell'Esso dormono negli Hilton i cantanti di successo dorme il barbone dorme il vagone dorme il contino nel baldacchino dorme a Betlemme Gesù bambino un po' di paglia come cuscino dorme Pilato tutto agitato dorme il bufalo nella savana e dorme il verme nella banana dorme il rondone nel campanile russa la seppia sul'arenile dorme il maiale all'Hotel Nazionale e sull'amaca sta la lumaca addormentata dorme la mamma dorme il figlio dorme la lepre dorme il coniglio e sotto i camion nelle autostazioni dormono stretti i copertoni dormono i monti dormono i mari dorme quel porco di Scandellari che m'ha rubato la mia Liù per cui io solo porcamadonna non dormo più.
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Dormi, Liù
Gebroken verslonden kapot de muren de vloer waar ik sta het is ingestort buiten en van binnen Elke steen ooit gelegd is gevormd door jouw handen neergelegd met een precisie als geen ander het cement zo sterk, dat het elk blok omarmde de muren de vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan puin buiten en van binnen Alles omarmende warmte wat eruit raasde alsof het nooit zo is geweest, zoekend als dwazen hetgeen wat we ooit als een rots in de branding voorzagen de muren zijn weggeblazen de vloer onder mijn voeten weggevaagd waar ik sta niets anders dan puin buiten en van binnen Oorverdovende herrie dat het maakte toen één voor één de stenen vielen de hemel brak open evenals het geluid van binnen, nu buiten, schreeuwend en krakend geen muren geen vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan puin buiten en van binnen Wat ooit geborgen was, staat nu vrij om te raken zo geschiedt, het lag immers open voor de gevaren tot de blik op de edelen haar ***** verraadde het werd zichtbaar, de klok tegen het geheime wapen geen muren geen vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan stenen buiten en van binnen Als gegeven lagen ze er voor het oprapen een voor een tot aan de daken met eigen handen gebouwen om te bewaken opende het de deuren tot alle ramen de muren de vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan stenen buiten en van binnen Het haard inmiddels geladen wat koud en kil was, is met volle vuren nu rustig aan het garen tot in elke hoek weer een keer de zachte adem heeft geblazen lege ruimtes langzaam gehuld in verhalen de muren de vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan stenen buiten en van binnen Stap bij stap is elk blok aangeraakt, vormend in lagen van buiten naar binnen en van binnen naar buiten, het is omgeslagen met stenen, hand gesmeden opnieuw de warmte in gekneden van jou overgedragen op mij, een thuis door gekregen de muren de vloer waar ik sta alleen maar juwelen buiten en van binnen.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Erfenis
Gebroken verslonden kapot de muren de vloer waar ik sta het is ingestort buiten en van binnen Elke steen ooit gelegd is gevormd door jouw handen neergelegd met een precisie als geen ander het cement zo sterk, dat het elk blok omarmde de muren de vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan puin buiten en van binnen Alles omarmende warmte wat eruit raasde alsof het nooit zo is geweest, zoekend als dwazen hetgeen wat we ooit als een rots in de branding voorzagen de muren zijn weggeblazen de vloer onder mijn voeten weggevaagd waar ik sta niets anders dan puin buiten en van binnen Oorverdovende herrie dat het maakte toen één voor één de stenen vielen de hemel brak open evenals het geluid van binnen, nu buiten, schreeuwend en krakend geen muren geen vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan puin buiten en van binnen Wat ooit geborgen was, staat nu vrij om te raken zo geschiedt, het lag immers open voor de gevaren tot de blik op de edelen haar ***** verraadde het werd zichtbaar, de klok tegen het geheime wapen geen muren geen vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan stenen buiten en van binnen Als gegeven lagen ze er voor het oprapen een voor een tot aan de daken met eigen handen gebouwen om te bewaken opende het de deuren tot alle ramen de muren de vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan stenen buiten en van binnen Het haard inmiddels geladen wat koud en kil was, is met volle vuren nu rustig aan het garen tot in elke hoek weer een keer de zachte adem heeft geblazen lege ruimtes langzaam gehuld in verhalen de muren de vloer waar ik sta niets anders dan stenen buiten en van binnen Stap bij stap is elk blok aangeraakt, vormend in lagen van buiten naar binnen en van binnen naar buiten, het is omgeslagen met stenen, hand gesmeden opnieuw de warmte in gekneden van jou overgedragen op mij, een thuis door gekregen de muren de vloer waar ik sta alleen maar juwelen buiten en van binnen.
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Reader, stay alive                                    stay alive stay a                                 live stay alive stay a                                  live stay alive stay                                     alive stay alive                                         stay alive                                         stay alive                                    stay alive stay a                                 live stay alive stay a                                   live stay alive stay                                       alive stay alive                                               stay alive                                                 stay ali                                                 ve sta                                                y al                                               ive                                              |-/
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May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 11:05 AM UTC
Semicolon
Reader, stay alive                                    stay alive stay a                                 live stay alive stay a                                  live stay alive stay                                     alive stay alive                                         stay alive                                         stay alive                                    stay alive stay a                                 live stay alive stay a                                   live stay alive stay                                       alive stay alive                                               stay alive                                                 stay ali                                                 ve sta                                                y al                                               ive                                              |-/
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.                               " ' The god                                of  love lives                            in a state of need.                           It is a need.  It is an                            urge.It is a homeo                            static   imbalance.                            Like  hunger  and                            thirst,  it is almost                            impossible  to sta                            mp out.' • 'Love is                            a  serious  mental                            disease  ' •  'Every                            heart sings a song                            incomplete,  until                            a  heart  whispers                            back.'At the touch                            of a love,everyone           becomes a poet.'     'Life must be         lived as play.' 'Po   etry is nearer to        vital   truth  than     history'. 'You can          learn more abo     ut a  person in an             hour of play         than a  year of                 conver                     sation.' "
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Plato *****
.                               " ' The god                                of  love lives                            in a state of need.                           It is a need.  It is an                            urge.It is a homeo                            static   imbalance.                            Like  hunger  and                            thirst,  it is almost                            impossible  to sta                            mp out.' • 'Love is                            a  serious  mental                            disease  ' •  'Every                            heart sings a song                            incomplete,  until                            a  heart  whispers                            back.'At the touch                            of a love,everyone           becomes a poet.'     'Life must be         lived as play.' 'Po   etry is nearer to        vital   truth  than     history'. 'You can          learn more abo     ut a  person in an             hour of play         than a  year of                 conver                     sation.' "
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brat i sestra brat: cao sestra: cao brat: gde je tata? sestra: u sobi. brat: sta radi? sestra: ma odkud znam, pusi. brat pravi sendvice. pet sendvica. mleko i keks. malo cipsa sa strane. brat ne zna nista. sestra zna po nesto. brat se obraca psu: pa gde si ti bio ceo dan?jeli malisanu mali, milice jedna, jel si gladan? a sta si radio? hoces napolje? jao pa vidi te sapice, smrdo jedan. ne izvodi psa. brat jede. cuti. brat ide na spavanje, vec je jako kasno. opranih zuba. sestra vec spava. brat otvara vrata sestrine sobe naglo, namerno ili mozda slucajno ali ne i prvi put. gleda u mrak i osluskuje sestrino mumlanje i cangrizanje. cuti. zatvara vrata i odlazi u svoj mrak, prekoputa. jutro je. brat: cao sestra: cao brat: gde je tata?
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
brat i sestra
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom gusto groblje-guste misli: dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati.  popije samar i sok. na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.   preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi. zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce... ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve. dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa. masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom.... aman, idi uci. bolje ces se osecati. kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu. makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes. na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku. trebas psa izvesti. sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni. rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
smrt jednog dana
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom gusto groblje-guste misli: dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati.  popije samar i sok. na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.   preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi. zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce... ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve. dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa. masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom.... aman, idi uci. bolje ces se osecati. kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu. makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes. na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku. trebas psa izvesti. sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni. rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
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Everything Must Be In Perfect Or- der Even Your Anxiety Is Prescribed Deviation Must Not Be Tolera- ted Even Sta- rvation Is Accepted The Dis- order Is Bad But Wait Til You See How We Treat It
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Adderall
The words come out wrong, wishing seconds could be hours still not enough you must think I'm weird I want to stop myself from getting hurt all the time all day but I can't Because you're so pretty, pretty unreachable There's always another guy I want to be that guy and not Cause everyone hates that guy. But you don't You love him why don't you love me? It's like you don't even try It has always been my intended action failed nailed on the spot useless piece of uselesness being useless and stuff I have had enough I want to leave daytime. Step out, night into we go studying, front row, below average, passed, gone, missing forever. Why can't I accept it's gone. Maybe it isn't? that's what I'm talking about. She must think I'm weird. people don't like weird people they only like people who turn out to be weird. Daytime offers dresscodes dresscodes nighttime loathes. I judge but I hate being judged I hate but I hate being hated. I love but I don't see how one could love me. If she doesn't, why care for anyone else she doesn't what matters doesn't doesn't that hurt? Why day why may I not be loved beloved day, why? Though it is not 'ed, night brings light it might not be too bright but it's better than nothing. I wish I was nothing. I wouldn't have to worry I worry a lot I'm loved by those who I don't like and love the ones that don't like me Who is wrong here? CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO NOT THINK ABOUT SOMEone eVERY SINGLE SECOND OF the day. time, she is unreachable and way too attractive, loved in general which shows you just enough to be of interest to keep me going yet not enough to let the night keep glowing. If daytime is so bad, why not sta
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Daytime
The words come out wrong, wishing seconds could be hours still not enough you must think I'm weird I want to stop myself from getting hurt all the time all day but I can't Because you're so pretty, pretty unreachable There's always another guy I want to be that guy and not Cause everyone hates that guy. But you don't You love him why don't you love me? It's like you don't even try It has always been my intended action failed nailed on the spot useless piece of uselesness being useless and stuff I have had enough I want to leave daytime. Step out, night into we go studying, front row, below average, passed, gone, missing forever. Why can't I accept it's gone. Maybe it isn't? that's what I'm talking about. She must think I'm weird. people don't like weird people they only like people who turn out to be weird. Daytime offers dresscodes dresscodes nighttime loathes. I judge but I hate being judged I hate but I hate being hated. I love but I don't see how one could love me. If she doesn't, why care for anyone else she doesn't what matters doesn't doesn't that hurt? Why day why may I not be loved beloved day, why? Though it is not 'ed, night brings light it might not be too bright but it's better than nothing. I wish I was nothing. I wouldn't have to worry I worry a lot I'm loved by those who I don't like and love the ones that don't like me Who is wrong here? CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO NOT THINK ABOUT SOMEone eVERY SINGLE SECOND OF the day. time, she is unreachable and way too attractive, loved in general which shows you just enough to be of interest to keep me going yet not enough to let the night keep glowing. If daytime is so bad, why not sta
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Chisto è 'o ritratto e chiste so' 'e capille: na ciocca 'e seta nera avvellutata. E cheste songo 'e llettere: cchiù 'e mille; lettere 'e 'na guagliona nnammurata. Ngiulina se chiammava sta figliola ch'è stata 'a primma nnammurata mia. Trent'anne sò passate... Mamma mia! 'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere: vocca 'e curallo, 'na faccella 'e cera, 'nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere, senza russetto... semplice e sincera. Teneva sidece anne e io diciotto. Faceva 'a sartulella a 'o Chiatamone. Scenneva d' 'a fatica 'mpunto ll'otto, e mm'aspettava a me sotto 'o purtone. Senza parlà, subbeto sotto 'o vraccio nce pigliavemo e ghievemo a ffà ammore. Vicino 'a casa soia, 'ncoppa Brancaccio, parole doce e zucchero int' 'o core. Mettennoce appuiate 'nfaccia 'o muro, a musso a mmusso, tutt' e dduie abbracciate: dint' 'a penombra 'e n' angulillo oscuro, quanta suspire e vvase appassiunate! 'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere: vocca 'e curallo, na faccella 'e cera; nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere, senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
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Ngiulina
*een meisje wilt iets na een feest slapen bij jou want ze is nog nooit zo ver weg geweest aan jouw zijde sta ik en met meelevend hart zei je 'dat is goed' op dat moment zei ik 'goodbye' to my mood ik hou me groot ik hou mijn mond terwijl ik wil zakken me laten vallen op de grond als van binnen een demoon of meer mij aan het verslinden zijn negatief van de pijn ik voel me klein dat het goed is, zei je tegen wat? bij mijn ex had ik hier nooit last van geen moeite mee gehad nu graaf ik dan misschien elke keer mijn graf maar dit hier was een droom gebroken wakker is niet iets dat ik mezelf gaf en ik weet niet wat te zeggen weet niet wat ik moet doen misschien is jouw hart goed maar zo is onze **** laat het de onze blijven niet verpesten door een heks rampscenarios om te overleven bedrogen door eigen boven kamer maar om **** niet erger te maken is het soms beter te zwijgen omdat je de 'ja' hebt maar 'nee' nog **** krijgen*
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
'Foute' droom
I should.... no, can't        can't     can't won't. refuse actually. do I like hurting? is there a reason I don't just move       on normally when goodbye is said, twice, it means you leave as in put one foot out into space and pull      down see what happens, see what passes. well, I really wasn't ever normal knew that from the start but this? I'm on an edge. this thinned pathetic rim that looks to me a bit u   n      sta b l e clearly                         [not clearly] there is a problem or something broken I'm dealing with it, but let's be honest sometimes it feels like I'm meshing with it blendingintothisbigmess that's so hard [for me only] to separate forgot about that- have to be more specific [for me only] is this still more than a bad taste in my mouth [for me only] it stripped me of common sense [for me only] I can't sleep at night All I want to do is          be free free to either walk through a day and not think your name name   name        name               name name or free to fall into your arms at the end of the day every day whatever I know I talk to a wall                                       wall and I'm here              wall           and you're there                                        wall                                        wall and I swear I'm putting all I have into [insert "letting go" here] but instead- trying to understand why I can't leave you behind
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
normal
I should.... no, can't        can't     can't won't. refuse actually. do I like hurting? is there a reason I don't just move       on normally when goodbye is said, twice, it means you leave as in put one foot out into space and pull      down see what happens, see what passes. well, I really wasn't ever normal knew that from the start but this? I'm on an edge. this thinned pathetic rim that looks to me a bit u   n      sta b l e clearly                         [not clearly] there is a problem or something broken I'm dealing with it, but let's be honest sometimes it feels like I'm meshing with it blendingintothisbigmess that's so hard [for me only] to separate forgot about that- have to be more specific [for me only] is this still more than a bad taste in my mouth [for me only] it stripped me of common sense [for me only] I can't sleep at night All I want to do is          be free free to either walk through a day and not think your name name   name        name               name name or free to fall into your arms at the end of the day every day whatever I know I talk to a wall                                       wall and I'm here              wall           and you're there                                        wall                                        wall and I swear I'm putting all I have into [insert "letting go" here] but instead- trying to understand why I can't leave you behind
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Per chi conosce solo il tuo colore, bandiera rossa, tu devi realmente esistere, perché lui esista: chi era coperto di croste è coperto di piaghe, il bracciante diventa mendicante, il napoletano calabrese, il calabrese africano, l'analfabeta una bufala o un cane. Chi conosceva appena il tuo colore, bandiera rossa, sta per non conoscerti più, neanche coi sensi: tu che già vanti tante glorie borghesi e operaie, ridiventa straccio, e il più povero ti sventoli.
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Alla bandiera rossa
Ì faccio 'o schiattamuorto 'e prufessione, modestamente songo conosciuto pè tutt'e ccase 'e dinto a stu rione, peccheè quann'io manèo 'nu tavuto, songo 'nu specialista 'e qualità. Ì tengo mode, garbo e gentilezza. 'O muorto nmano a me pò stà sicuro, ca nun ave 'nu sgarbo, 'na schifezza. Io 'o tratto comme fosse 'nu criaturo che dice 'o pate, mme voglio jì a cuccà. E 'o co'cco luongo, stiso 'int"o spurtone, oure si è viecchio pare n'angiulillo. 'O muorto nun ha età, è 'nu guaglione ca s'è addurmuto placido e tranquillo 'nu suonno doce pè ll'eternità. E 'o suonno eterno tene stu vantaggio, ca si t'adduorme nun te scite maie. Capisco, pè murì 'nce vò 'o curaggio; ma quanno chella vene tu che ffaie? Nn'a manne n'ata vota all'al di là? Chella nun fa 'o viaggio inutilmente. Chella nun se ne va maie avvacante. Sì povero, sì ricco, sì putente, 'nfaccia a sti ccose chella fa a gnurante, comme a 'nu sbirro che t'adda arrestà. E si t'arresta nun ce stanno sante, nun ce stanno raggione 'a fà presente; te ll'aggio ditto, chella fa 'a gnurante... 'A chesta recchia, dice, io nun ce sento; e si nun sente, tu ch'allucche a ffà? 'A morta, 'e vvote, 'e comme ll'amnistia che libbera pè sempe 'a tutt'e guaie a quaccheduno ca, parola mia, 'ncoppa a sta terra nun ha avuto maie 'nu poco 'e pace... 'na tranquillità. E quante n'aggio visto 'e cose brutte: 'nu muorto ancora vivo dinto 'o lietto, 'na mugliera ca già teneva 'o llutto appriparato dinto a nù cassetto, aspettanno 'o mumento 'e s'o 'ngignà. C'è quacche ricco ca rimane scritto: " Io voglio un funerale 'e primma classe! ". E 'ncapo a isso penza 'e fà 'o deritto: " Così non mi confondo con la ***** ". Ma 'o ssape, o no, ca 'e llire 'lasse ccà?! 'A morta è una, 'e mezze songhe tante ca tene sempe pronta sta signora. Però, 'a cchiù trista è " la morte ambulante " che può truvà p'a strada a qualunq'ora (comme se dice?... ) pè fatalità. Ormai per me il trapasso è 'na pazziella; è 'nu passaggio dal sonoro al muto. E quanno s'è stutata 'a lampella significa ca ll'opera è fernuta e 'o primm'attore s'è ghiuto a cuccà.
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'O schiattamuorto
Ì faccio 'o schiattamuorto 'e prufessione, modestamente songo conosciuto pè tutt'e ccase 'e dinto a stu rione, peccheè quann'io manèo 'nu tavuto, songo 'nu specialista 'e qualità. Ì tengo mode, garbo e gentilezza. 'O muorto nmano a me pò stà sicuro, ca nun ave 'nu sgarbo, 'na schifezza. Io 'o tratto comme fosse 'nu criaturo che dice 'o pate, mme voglio jì a cuccà. E 'o co'cco luongo, stiso 'int"o spurtone, oure si è viecchio pare n'angiulillo. 'O muorto nun ha età, è 'nu guaglione ca s'è addurmuto placido e tranquillo 'nu suonno doce pè ll'eternità. E 'o suonno eterno tene stu vantaggio, ca si t'adduorme nun te scite maie. Capisco, pè murì 'nce vò 'o curaggio; ma quanno chella vene tu che ffaie? Nn'a manne n'ata vota all'al di là? Chella nun fa 'o viaggio inutilmente. Chella nun se ne va maie avvacante. Sì povero, sì ricco, sì putente, 'nfaccia a sti ccose chella fa a gnurante, comme a 'nu sbirro che t'adda arrestà. E si t'arresta nun ce stanno sante, nun ce stanno raggione 'a fà presente; te ll'aggio ditto, chella fa 'a gnurante... 'A chesta recchia, dice, io nun ce sento; e si nun sente, tu ch'allucche a ffà? 'A morta, 'e vvote, 'e comme ll'amnistia che libbera pè sempe 'a tutt'e guaie a quaccheduno ca, parola mia, 'ncoppa a sta terra nun ha avuto maie 'nu poco 'e pace... 'na tranquillità. E quante n'aggio visto 'e cose brutte: 'nu muorto ancora vivo dinto 'o lietto, 'na mugliera ca già teneva 'o llutto appriparato dinto a nù cassetto, aspettanno 'o mumento 'e s'o 'ngignà. C'è quacche ricco ca rimane scritto: " Io voglio un funerale 'e primma classe! ". E 'ncapo a isso penza 'e fà 'o deritto: " Così non mi confondo con la ***** ". Ma 'o ssape, o no, ca 'e llire 'lasse ccà?! 'A morta è una, 'e mezze songhe tante ca tene sempe pronta sta signora. Però, 'a cchiù trista è " la morte ambulante " che può truvà p'a strada a qualunq'ora (comme se dice?... ) pè fatalità. Ormai per me il trapasso è 'na pazziella; è 'nu passaggio dal sonoro al muto. E quanno s'è stutata 'a lampella significa ca ll'opera è fernuta e 'o primm'attore s'è ghiuto a cuccà.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Bunches & Bunches
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Abiti personalizzati + smoking di Alton Lan_vestiti da sposa
Da queste parti .siamo tutti circa il vestito bianco;questo non è un segreto .Ma oggi ?Stiamo celebrando i nostri ragazzi !SMPers .lasciate che vi presento clothier personalizzato .Alton Lane.Dotato di abiti da sposa on line sposi e dei loro ragazzi un processo di adattamento e di divertimento senza stress .sta preparando per il grande giorno è appena diventato infinitamente più facile ! C'è così tanto per amore di Alton Lane;iniziando con laid-back .appuntamenti privati ​​per gli sposi + i loro ragazzi dove ognuno si misura e montato .il tutto sorseggiando un drink .sdraiati su un comodo divano e guardare la partita sul grande schermo piatto .Con showroom a Dallas .New York .DC .Boston .Richmond + più a venire .Alton Lane.riduce la necessità di raccordi con l'uso del loro top di gamma tecnologia 3D body scanner !Un consulente personale farà in modo che la misura è giusta e avrete consigli su opzioni di personalizzazione come il taglio .sfiati .pieghe .monogrammi e colore rivestimentoètutti che è incluso nel prezzo base!Con camicie a abiti da sposa 2014 partire da 89 dollari e abiti abiti da sposa on line a solo $ 595.personalizzate non è mai stato così conveniente . Con una straordinaria selezione di colori dei tessuti e pesi .Alton Lane.ha coperto se stai andando cravatta sulla spiaggia casuale o nero.Head over qui per suggerimenti personalizzati della Guida look e donè èperdere alcuni dei Alton Lane ' matrimoni reali presenti ! Photo Credits : Fotografia Ciao Amore | Brooke Fitts | Melissa Grimes - Guy Fotografia Ciao Fotografia L'amore è un membro del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .Ciao Amore Fotografia VIEW http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/1632635353535_394716.jpeg http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1 http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-2014-c-13
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your left breast; we were talkin' about cosmonauts. heads in the clouds with no want or worry to never see this sphere's crust. we would disconnect from they. with no lies from the eyes we open'd palms in welcoming fashions. your right breast; lying on fetid couch, nodding off and the ambience was a dri- ving bass line. little trickle, claiming no worse than usual. nod, and trail'd off. slurs and abbrevi- ated acronyms. sta- nding in awe of emoti- onless lack of reaction.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
Untitled
"Mystery Cult of Two" by Medusa  (in translation) <this is Modern Greek, transliterated so that I can study, but it is my own original poem> oi archaíoi pólemoi ypoféroun apó ti moíra mas *** den eípa kalá, *** den eípa alítheia O, i agápi mou, poú échei páei i alítheia? ópos ti mními kai ti dikaiosýni pou chánetai sta óneira den oneirevómoun pléon apó ména gnostó vathiá se sas móno eseís, epithymóntas kai oi dýo mazí mas gia álli mia forá oi archaíoi pólemoi ypoféroun mia moíra san erastés to parelthón den tha gínei *** na eínai arketá gností mia mystiriódi latreía tou chrónou makriá, mia latreía mystiríou dýo, móno dýo agápi: mia latreía mystiríou tou eaftoú mou
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Μυστηριώδης λατρεία της Δύο