rutakingurmeds

Are taking you your meds? Mom asks. As if taking these little things isn’t dehumanizing enough. As if taking them is as easy as it seems. As if they are working for me. As if I will ever get better. As if I will ever stop envying people who envy me because apparently suffering is …

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my first memory of you: i was three we were on the phone the night before our birthdays. i asked, tatay, ano po'ng regalo ninyo sa'kin? you laughed. you teased me. chocolate cake from the carabao, noy. *** it was seven in the morning i was in my favorite overalls just after i poo-poo and showered …

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i still hide you in my poetry ©2018, Quiyet Brul

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will people think of you after your death? for how long? will they remember it's your birthday five years from now? will they miss your smile and wit? will they see your eyes and hear your laughter in their sleep? will they feel you in the breeze when you become one with the air? for …

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i hear the ringing in my head synchronized to the beat of the clock hanged on the plain white wall and my thoughts sing as a choir    sometimes on sundays the lawn mowers join in so i try to block everything out    i count from one through ten in hopes of falling back …

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This is totally out of my posting schedule, but it's something I MUST share with you! Today, I learned that I shouldn't look and smirk at people, especially when I am in the restroom and the other person just finished defecating. I mean, I knew that. I knew not to do that when, for example, …

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you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …