fourth of July T-rex was carrying fireworks for the park
They would all be lit in a specific order after it got dark
People were seated on blankets, whispering about this lark.
Luckily, they did not see T-rex, as the park was so dark.
Not built off rose colored rhymes
Rather filth fire and the rot of time
Stories whispered too dark for sleep
Smoky muses begin to slowly creep
Art of the past and possible emerge
Electric waves through fingers surge
Sleep cast aside in favor of medicine
Rinse repeat but never ever rescind
Originally cultivated from hardness
Enough room for love and fondness
Inspirational roots come from depth
Backstories cast in darkness’ breath
Forged steel from abandoned sins
A poet’s soul wears a tattered grin
black wool is the night
the ice goes on forever
the moon is itself
I like walking in the park just so long as
it's not after dark
Because when it is it bristles with
a sordid air of unease and other worldly
risk
So much so even the familiar leaves strike
trepidation and turn giants into fish-moths
And what lunar light is not eclipsed
bends perilously into creeping shadows
jostling for attention with the flickering
street lamp just about to pop
And running isn't even an option as the
grass doth seem to come alive to
panting and deep breath and swages
onto your shoe laces
No space or corner is safe to retreat to
it's as if the nether regions of the underworld
have rose up to come and play hell
Gothic is an understatement even the church
steeple seems to be moving further and further
away it's almost out of sight
And my watch has somehow stopped or
maybe time has itself so I do not know
how long it is till the sun comes up
M-y
I-nspiring
C-omposition
H-appily
E-mploys
L-ove
L-etting
E-xciting
T-heme
R-ightfully
I-mplement
N-ame
I-n
D-awn
A-fter
D-ark
Topic: Birthday of Michelle T. Trinidad (March 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-lear
H-eaven
R-adiates
I-lluminate
S-hine
T-o
O-pen
P-leasant
H-ighway
E-mitting
R-efulgence
T-ill
R-ays
I-n
N-ew
I-mage
D-awn
A-fter
D-ark
Topic: Birthday of Christopher Trinidad (November 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-ewness
A-fter
D-ark
I-s
N-aturally
E-ndorsing
B-eacon
I-n
L-ight
O-f
G-low
Topic: Birthday of Nadine C. Bilog (October 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
T-winkle
H-as
E-rased
L-onely
M-ist
A-fter
D-ark
E-vening
L-eaves
A-s
C-ool
R-adiance
U-ses
Z-enith
Topic: Birthday of Thelma M. Dela Cruz (October 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ight's
E-arly
N-atural
I-llumination
E-agerly
L-ets
Y-our
N-ewness
R-eappear
A-fter
D-ark
A-tmosphere
Topic: Birthday of Lenielyn R. Rada (September 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orn
A-fter
D-ark
H-as
E-rased
L-onely
M-ist
A-s
N-ew
G-low
L-ets
I-t
C-learly
M-ake
O-pportune
T-ime
Topic: Birthday of Madhel E. Manglicmot (August 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-eacon
I-n
N-ew
A-ppearance
O-pens
G-low
A-fter
D-ark
Topic: Birthday of Bina Ogad (July 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Good morning mean
Blessing for whole day
And if her smiling face say good morning
It is an extraordinary experience
Her melodious voice speak
Everything without any noise
Life needs your sunshine
Life needs you in life
Just do your appear in my life
By smiling face say me good morning
Only you are true
Other things are false
So give your goodness to my rise
And a beginning after dark night
It controls me, I can’t drop it,
It’s a constant battle I can’t drop it,
It’s become a battle, I can’t quit,
It’s taking over my body, bit by bit,
The scars fade, but the memories don’t,
I want them to leave, but they just won’t,
Something that won’t heal,
The only thing to make life real,
It’s an ongoing battle,
A fight I never win,
It’s a constant struggle,
A war that makes my life such a puzzle,
It’s my sweet escape,
Something that gets me lost in my own place,
Only I can’t control the pain,
Once my adrenalin starts to race,
I grab it from the dresser
A tear rolls down my cheek
A pres even harder
Reminding myself not to shriek
No one understands,
No one ever will,
My habit now controls me,
Whilst the world is standing still,
Now the room is spinning,
My head is getting light,
I fall back on my bed
Refusing to put up a fight
My lights are turning out
So I’ll never see another bloody night
After Dark
The moon splays its splendor.
Red roses somber in vase.
Subliminal shadows, peaked and sallow,
flicker like windswept, willow flame.
Inscription, on her headstone, illuminated.
10/14/2017
Neon lights penetrate into the curtains and shed a colorful blast on the darkest of canvas. Leftover food scattered all over the ground. Random newspapers crumbled into a ball at the corner of the room, with dead cockroaches’ legs sticking out. The stained blanket leaks a smell that suggests a combination of pickles and licorice. We wrap that blanket around our naked bodies to withstand this lingering night.
In your iris, I catch a glimpse
of a crimson hell
awaiting in soft
moonlight.
Flies rest on our eyelashes, probably laying eggs as well. As we blink, they fly off and kiss every wasted part of you and me. A long-standing peace breaks the moment you crash the fly on my face. Its black guts spill and spatters on my filthy strands of hair. Perhaps there is a power shortage because all lights and colors are withdrawn since the last sight of you leaning close to me.
“Thank you.”
I wish you felt my voice in the air.
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