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Windows to the Soul by Cho Camomot

I see the world differently in your eyes. I see colors of which I am not familiar with. Colors other than black and white. I see not only grey on the palette But rarely seen colors array.

I see the world differently in your eyes I see forms of waves clashing towards me. If I were to be an island, you'd be the sea that kisses my sands each time the wind blows. I be the ship that floats on the surface and you'd be the current that guides me my way.

I see the world differently in your eyes. I see calmness in the storm. I rage rampantly at anything I glide on But somehow you found my center and blew away the pain. I stripped everything from their roots and you shine on the aftermath of my rampage.

I see the world differently in your eyes. I see a warm blanket wrapped around me when I sleep. I feel your fingers run through my hair as it finds it's way in to my dreams. There I felt more than your touch. I felt compassion.

I see the world differently in your eyes. I see happiness. Overloading happiness of which I want to take. And there deeper in your eyes, I stared. I see myself in it And there's no place that I'd rather be. {APS Member Submission} Performed at “Friendzone!” on Feb 14, 2018

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Ang Gugma Murag Lakaw sa Colon sa Gabie by Elle R.

Barato na utanon Mas barato na lawas Mga edipisyo na murag beterano sa giyera sauna Mga eskina na wala ka kahibaw asa padulong Kini ang Colon sa gabii.

Ang tanan paglaom buhii kung diri ka muagi kay wala ka kahibaw maunsa ka ma dunggaban ma kawatan ma ligsan ma saag

Wala ka kahibaw kinsa imo maila-ila sa daplin sa dalan holdaper pusher burikat mangingilad

Wala ka kahibaw unsay mawala nimo imong pitaka imong kalipay imong kaugmaon imong pagkataw

Wala ka kahibaw unsay makuha nimo insomnia STD labad sa ulo sakit sa dughan

Ang Colon hadlok gubot ngit-ngit pero diri daghan ka matilawan Daghan ka makat-onan Daghan ka makuha na handumanan

Dili ma completo imo pagpuyo sa Sugbu Kung dili ka musuway ug agi sa Colon sa gabii. {APS Member Submission} Performed in THIS CITY NEVER SLEEPS (Gutter Poetry) / September 24, 2016 Photo Credit: Louise Ouano

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Frailty by Marjorie

Caught a momentary stillness, A pause to calm my own storm; Distrusted myself unconsciously, Unspeaking and horrified for too long.

And for all these writhing and wailing and raping my thoughts, Afflictions I allowed to feed on; Withered by all the senses that I fought; All has left me with callous conditions. I stood on countless edges, Breathing suffocating silence, Ached containing all these violence not to sever you; You're the distance getting closer  that I never wanted to end. Proclaiming abhorrent sorrows scarred all over my head. {APS Member Submission}

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Sentimyento by M.E. Ava

Sa bawat luha na tumatagaktak Sa namumula mong pisngi Patungo sa namumutla mong labi Ang latak ng tahanang sawi Ang siyang nagpapakirot Sa maninipis mong balat Na balot ng sigalot Di mo malilimot ang kahapon na puno ng tawanan Saan na nga ba napunta ang masasayang pinagsamahan?

Itinakwil ang sumpaan Na kailanman walang iwanan Tila ba isang bangkang papel Dahan-dahan sa pagtiklop Hangad ay perpektong mukha Kahit di mo naman masikmura Ang hampas ng dakilang alon Kumakabig sa gumuguho mong damdamin Paano nga ba mapapawi ang dulot na pighati?

Tinuruan mo ko ng pagtiwala Hinangad ko ang pag-asa Hinintay ko ang pagtawa Subalit … Natuto ako ng pagkamuhi Natanaw ko ang pagtatapos Nadatnan ko ang parusa Parusa na sana… “Sana…” {APS Member Submission} Photo by: Marj Avanzado

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Hello, Sunshine By Dave Bernasibo

Sunshine painted the skies in technicolor Mid-day lit up the school of green and yellow filled with smiles and echoes of laughter Sunset

Sunshine 7 a.m. corridors

Beautiful faces waltzing in different paces

6 p.m. has empty floors Sunset

Sunshine School colors The sweet scent of sweat

Cries of victory and defeat Sunset

Sunshine Study-outs Replaced the night-outs Textbooks in place of literature Sunset

Sunshine I still haven’t slept “I’m fine, I’ve got a little left”

Sunset The silence whispered to me, Over and over “a flop, that’s all that you are.”

Midnight The wan sky unlit But I could see it

The end, The finish line tied in a loop

Stood on a stool peered into the loop And there I saw Sunshine {APS Member Submission} Photo credit: http://sf.co.ua