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A phantom press where words bewitch, unsettle, and linger, stories that haunt beyond the page.
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The Smallest Word (opens the original)
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The Smallest WordBy Annieguile BentulanWhat if…Is such a dreadful questionIFA more horrid word.Composed only of two lettersYet holds an immeasurableAmount of regret,Full of late-night wonderingsFrom wandering souls—If only,What a gut-wrenching statementTo be reduced to anIF only…IFSuch a small wordYet holds a thousand possibilities.A million more of Unlived dreams<
Gardens and Palaces (opens the original)
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Gardens and PalacesBy: Annieguile BentulanIn the gardens of memories—In the palaces of dreams—For now… That’s where we’ll meetAnd although it may not beReality.Who’s to say which is which?In the looking glassWe shall remainForever intertwinedHands ClaspedNever let goIn bed of unrealizedFantasiesWe get to relish each other’s tasteBut if time and fate should knockOffer me up a chanceI’d ask for more than just a danceI&
Roses on Your Nose (opens the original)
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Roses on Your NoseBy: Annieguile BentulanPale yellow and goldenOrange to crimsonColored the treesBefore falling like confettiAs you walk through the streetCold air kisses your cheekYour hands in your coat pocketAnd you smile.Roses color the tip of your noseYour auburn hair peekingFrom the grey bonnetYou stole from my closetAnd your smile,Like a child holding a secretI dug my hands deeperInto my pockets,And bumped my shouldersAgainst yours instead.<
Love on Minimum Wage (opens the original)
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Love on Minimum WageBy: Annieguile BentulanIn the early days of my youthI’ve often been told“You wear your heart on your sleeve.”I didn’t know it was a warningIf they were warning—Me…Naturally, I didn’t learn.How to love on minimum wageSee, mine come with everydayBonusesUnearned and unpromptedNow, grown up<br /
Where And When you are not (opens the original)
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Author’s note: These poems explores a specific kind of grief. Wherein two people had to let go of each other, not due to lack of love but due to the lack of capacity to carry it across the distance between them.“Voice Notes”I sat curled up in bedAt midnight.The sky an ebony black,silky or satin,and the cityhas just fallen asleep.Where the usual noises are nowjust bursts of engineracing through empty streets,and gradually dieas they drive into the greying distance.My mind plaguedwi
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