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 Aug 2020 CharlesC
Eshwara Prasad
Give a broad smile
As if it is the last
 Jul 2020 CharlesC
Druzzayne Rika
24
 Jul 2020 CharlesC
Druzzayne Rika
24
One more year ends,
Counting few others.

This is the time
of the blown out candles,
Unaired balloon,
No whipped cream,
And non received postcards.

The closed restaurants,
And unreachable phone lines,
and boredom filled eyes.

It is the time of truth
Looking into my lines,
I have seen many years now,
Never seen times like this.

A very happy birthday to me.
 Jul 2020 CharlesC
Rolloroberson
Your lenticular heart ushered in a new reign of openness in mine
Struggling to recover ground and stand fast in my world
Had led to precipitous decline
The extent of which appeared like a blank canvas
Painted in blank colors and signed “Life”
 Jul 2020 CharlesC
sir humbug
degree of overcast

so the day begins
and so will reman,
the week predicted
the same, only one
variant, degree of cloudy,
mostly, partly or just...

it saddens me deeply for
I contemplate all the lives
with this whether forecast,
or rather,
the absence of
whether,
the only variant,
the degree of overcast


9:34 AM
Fri Jul 17
Year of the Covid
 Jul 2020 CharlesC
Maggie
Every day she walked
Trailing people she loves
Wishing they’d look back
Give her a glance
Or stop for a little while
Though they never did
So she begun to collect scraps
Like pieces they left over
Or trash they throw at her
Useless little things
That she kept as mementos
For when she goes to sleep
Because she believes
Its a little better
To have a piece of them
Than nothing at all
Tira-tira nalang ba ang para sa kanya?
 Jul 2020 CharlesC
Talia
Laying open on the table
Exposed
They are pulling
A person at each limb
Tugging me apart from within
Competing for all I can give
Their nails sinking through the skin
Don’t let them in
Tension through my bones
Finds an epicentre at the core
And will rupture I am sure
under the opposing pressures
torn by what what they want from me
I am the crossroads
This strain entices me to cave
Oh self please consume me
I am impaled by these paths
that pervade my airways
Nostrils filled by roads
that suffocate me
Which do i take?
or is it that I simply break?
Free.
 Jun 2020 CharlesC
muteD
a pest
 Jun 2020 CharlesC
muteD
hollow.
sunken.
depressed.
what a mess
in the flesh.
and i contest
you to confess
that i am in fact
a pest.
Written Feb. 15
 Jun 2020 CharlesC
Ale
In the real world,
the detailed fantasy
I created has
no meaning,
no worth,
no power.
The realization
leaving me speechless,
a reality so tightly woven
with a thread of fiction.
It’s hard for me
to separate dreams
from harsh truth.
I experience
confusion,
emptiness.
They call it maladaptive daydreaming.
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