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 Feb 2018
Sally A Bayan
I do believe that, people's
breaking moments aren't spectacles,
to be watched like carousels in a carnival,
not free for all(s).....like publc seesaws
anyone rides....sees what comes and goes

my folks' words play in my mind, like a spell
"don't let your eyes stay wet too long, they swell,
one day, those tears will make you unconquerable
your fences and walls ultimately become impregnable."

...but.......there's a truth that's unavoidable
there're days when we're not that invincible
::::::::
sometimes, we melt, we flow
hurt by people's deeds, we don't even know
why.....the days, at times, become too cold,
confusing...other times, painfully bold
we break, we droop............we fall
we realize...we can't always be that tall
::::::::
we become...........frangible
just as breakable
just as fragile
as porcelain
......................................
because
we're human.


Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 8, 2017
Gorgeous is the woman
with storms in her eyes,
a bruised soul
and many scars
but still dares to open up,
to trust with her heart
and fall in love
that is a woman
who bleeds stardust
and cries
tears of pure love….
This is dedicated to a really sweet person that I know, who has no idea how strong she actually is.
Sweetie, you shine, keep shining!!
Papa just let me rest

Put my mind at ease
For the shards you use
To tear through my skin
Make me bleed

Oh it hurts so much papa

When your bullets plunder my heart
It beats feverently; an ill tuned symphony
Trying to mend itself again
A picture of flimsy patchwork

Papa clear the ground in front of me

The shards and thorns are making me weak
My feet can't take in your piercing anymore
They've gone from tan to scarlet
A fresh coat to paint over the marks I'm too ashamed to see

I beseech you one last time papa

Make the voices go away
The ones gnawing at my head
Telling me I'm not who you want me to be
Before I give myself to the demons who love me
The ones who claim to be the closest to you end up being the ones responsible for your destruction
Religion

A three syllable word
Consisting of 8 letters
Four vowels
And four constenants

Represents everything that wounds me
A swift jagged knife to the heart
With every twisted command
Being forced down my throat

Tears remain stagnant in my eyes
For I know, it would have been beautiful
If not for the scars embedded into my soul
From the audacious misery it's put me through

Choice
A single syllable word
Consisting of six letters
Three vowels
And three constenants

A match made in heaven
Its prayer; a constant companion to my lips
The Hope that pollutes my mind; constricts my throat
Keeping me sane within this oppressive cage
I'm held captive in
This is just my own experiences. It's a tragedy of mine to never have experienced the joys of faith through kinder eyes.
It seeps into my body
Icy tendrils licking at my soul
Shivering their way to my heart
A frozen carcass
 Feb 2018
Johnny Noiπ
I've always been dubious
of so-called goodness;
the good is not beautiful
like Ivanka Trump
& truth is elusive like
Rebekah Mercer;
what is beautiful
is often not the good but
sometimes bitter
like an exotic spice;
so let's replace beauty
w/ love & make of ideals
like goodness, truth
& loveliness; truth
& beauty are long gone
from this world
like goodness never
happened or only lives
w/in & what is w/o
the mirror is the opposite
of everything
in the mirror;
ideal & reality
are contradictory concepts
& u are the opposite
of reality
 Jan 2018
The Masked Sleepyz
You deserve a poem,
at the very least,
you really ought to have a feast,
with all the people that,
see you,
for you,
you deserve to have sounds from stars,
playing to delight,
till your day has become your night,
you took a chance,
on a broken,
tired rhymed poet,
it's your birthday,
and this is the best I can do,
you deserve a band,
and people to recognize you across the land,
to wish you a special day,
because you have that way,
to make people feel,
like it's their day,
depression and nutella,
socks and underpants,
dances with no end,
you deserve the better,
and never just something,
people feel like that they lend,
coffee with cats,
castles with open mic nights,
you deserve more,
a year ago I would have killed to write this,
a year ago you were just a kid,
behind bars,
or across oceans,
you deserve more,
a year from meow,
I know that you will be even better,
because, **** girl,
like a meteor,
you'll make another big impact,
you deserve more than a poem,
but it's what I can give at the very least,
and all that's left to write,
is,

Happy Birthday.
 Jan 2018
Lawrence Hall
Did the Russians Hide Nukes in Your Sock Drawer?

The western sky is blue; the east is red
But try to put it right out of your head
If you find a Russian under your bed
Concealing a nuke that will **** you dead

The Intergossip surely must be right
So hit the keyboard now, and share the fright
On Social-Medium-Range all through the night
And type it really fast before…that LIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ding-****, the east is red, the west is blue
And rumours drift about, flake news, untrue
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