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Weekend

I spent all Sunday morning Shredding Polaroids from Last night, almost wanting To save some.
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Nightmares

And the winds of the night that are ridden By the things that are old without age. Far beyond a mere man’s understanding, I have been to all places of dread.
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Shock

That moment when I looked dozens of soldiers - just like me – running inside the building, And I froze. My legs didn’t move. My mind couldn’t make sense. I stayed back.
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What Ails You

It is a feeling of possessiveness. The idea of having that person is totally joyful and you never care about what really is reality. Keeping that person within your reach is one thing that you first establish.
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Ang Bahaghari

Ang Bahaghari is a spoken word poetry entry written and shared by Jelyn V. Chavez to The Ugly Writers with the theme Pandemic for the month of April.   Ang Bahaghari   Sakuna, kaguluhan,kagutuman at sakit gawa ng isang epidemya..…
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Pause

I’ve been into this battle for so long Until now I still don’t know if I’ll win or not But one thing is for sure At the end of this Tears will surely flow I wanted to fight for you
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MINGAW SA SINGAW

Mingaw sa Sigaw is a tagalog short poem written and shared by Arthur David San Juan for The Ugly Writers under the theme Stuck! for February.   MINGAW SA SINGAW   Ang sakit na ‘piniit Ng talulot ng impit Na…
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The Luxury Pay Toilet Movement

The “One, Two, Three Deluxe Pay Toilets” which although cost more than most other pay toilets was distinguished by its cleanliness, attendants, extra soft wiping paper, newspapers and magazines in every stall, a small buffet supper, moisturizing cream, lounge slippers, and an ingenious system of pricing that pay toilet companies had until his time not thought of; discounting, depending on what your business was.
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Time Lapse

Pull out that photograph. Do you see the faded dots of tears all over your face? Can you count the number of dots or how many times each dot was remade on that photograph? Stop. Your train has arrived.