Ardent Bowel
Ardent Bowel
Nov 29, 2012

Hands deal treacherously,
The wind brushes the ferns;

© ardent bowel
Mar 25

I hid my misery in apathy when actually you would never understand what it truly meant to me. This agony is atrophy and it's atrocious how anxiously you wait to push me off the balcony. I'll call that anxiety. You'll wait till I'm feeling better and laugh at me then rapidly and happily you calumny push me off the mountain peek, but my vitality has helped me survive this fatality. Then you have the audacity to think that I will accept an apology from the very first person I trusted with every part of me when you were the first person to question my loyalty? Fuck that, that's insanity if you think you can walk away from me and come back so casually and the way you broke my heart is a catastrophe, and when they see the damage they'll call it brutality. I'll tell you so even you will see. In all honesty, I couldn't see a better reality than one without you and me.

Jul 12, 2013

I've become a skilled artist in breaking things
of disrupting tides
of clipping wings
of spilling words
and thoughts
and doubts
with no wheres
or whys
or what abouts
leaving behind
a mess for all to see  
I suppose you should just call me

Jessie Latham
Jessie Latham
Nov 27, 2011

I am in love with
& the way it seeps
Into my skin
Branching into so much
Than heartfelt
Echoing through alleys
& city streets
& colliding against
Patchwork fences
We know what we're
Made of
& although it
Dares you
You still inhale
& shake hands with
Your gorgeous
"Its all up
& its all you
Dream of."
Then don't let me
Dream, 'cause
By God
I'll never stop
& we'll keep spinning
Until I can
No longer make
Of my fingertips
& we sleep all of our
Morning graces
Far, far

Chloe K
Chloe K
Jun 24, 2013

We nestle into chaos like an old friend’s embrace,
Spitting fire-encrusted words sharp as the smack of my palm on freckled skin,
Under skyline bespeckled night like ebony, hearts like stone,
We became a self-consuming ever-implosive volcano.
Vodka slithered through our veins igniting synapses into eruption,
Your fingernails dug into my palm, your name hoarse on my throat,
We crave these embittered words, these scorched nights.
Mad as hatters, we beat on, drunkenly gulping down saltwater tears.
In the morning I’ll kiss your temple, love.
We forget our sins.

And the sound of calamity
Jacqe Booth
Feb 9, 2010

You said to me
Stand strong and firm
And by mast you would
Set sail.
Stay and sate
Our love would prevail
The rampant hunger
That swells
The tide
and draws
The moon
Baited and starved
Into the night

Yet here I am
Alone at sea
With only the breeze
For company.
A seagulls song
And the sound of calamity
Lapping and slapping
At my ego.

Like bounty
Lost And found
In darkness and depth
And heaving chests
With rusty locks
And ghosts
Stirred and stricken

I cry silent and taken by the deep
I am green with envy that you might want me.

I am left to the birds
Stark at my post
And sailing single
In this boat built for two
I need you
To want me
Navigate and steer
And plot the course
Of my flesh
Saline sweat and brackish

I am not a weed
Cast upon shore
A whore to the
No more.

I am ballast
And tempest

I wait for your
The descent
Of your body in mine.

I have time
And rhyme
And sailors song
To while the time
In which I long
And sailing alone
You will find me
Your boy lost at sea

Alyssa Rose N
Alyssa Rose N
Apr 12, 2013

He stands beside my door at night,
twisted and hunched in the dark.
A smile that embodies fright,
and curls with the madness he makes.

He carves his words into my skin,
to assure I won't forget them.
Then, he laces daffodils and venom to my chest;
my favorite adversary has horrid taste.

I can only hear the beat, a steady ticking pace,
I couldn't even face my fears, you see,
for my own worst enemy has no face.

My chest is weighing heavy,
it holds my heart of stone.
My soul is falling weary,
I couldn't do it alone.

Heavy breathes, and painful sweats,
how could this happen to me?
Well, while he's here I see,
meet my horrifying friend,

Oh, calamity.
Chloe N
Chloe N
Jan 8

If I catch you on the corner,
Will you even know it's me?
Will I look familiar to you?
Will you offer me a seat?
Can we find a new beginning?
Will you turn the other cheek?
Oh, calamity.

all time low
into my own calamity
Helena Crothers-Villers
Helena Crothers-Villers
Dec 6, 2013      Dec 9, 2013

My black boots beat the pavement
the brick and steel of the city
rise like I imagine the walls
around me heightened
little by little
as I grew
watching the tragedies of
the humans who created me
Gradually, I grew
into my own calamity
a girl made of brick and steel
looking for an alley way out.
I tilt my head back
looking for a guiding stat
but only seeing the neon sign.
The fall air cuts my skin
leaving imaginary scars
"No matter," I whisper, "No matter."

Megan Spegel
Megan Spegel
Dec 3, 2013

Always is a painful word
It's a promise we have no control over
Tomorrow isn't up to us
So how can we promise always

It hurts the most, when I'm alone
You're gone and all I want is
The always you promised me

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