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you burned like a star
they whispered,
terror and awe laced in their words

you burned so hard, so bright
everyone but the sun had to look away
the sun stared down as
the burning boy fell underneath the water-
blue hands reaching up to catch him.

stars burn out too fast
they speak,
indifference and pity colour their words.
3, août 2020
12:23 am.
I thread ever so carefully
Every strand of you
Weaved into the fabric of my being
Under tension was picture perfection
But don't look at the knotted bottom
Our love was like a weaving loom, perfect on the surface.
Zack Ripley
Dreaming about the future
While living in the past
Is a one way ticket to madness
Andre Vrdoljak
The dew before
The light catches it
Before then
Midnight Rain
the only thing that keeps
away the darkness
is the light
i burn within myself.

so i  have been half flame
half smoke,
half light
half shadow,
half myself
        half someone else.  

this isn’t a way to exist;
it’s a way to survive.

Miles Graves
a walk, so long it seems
and so lonely, a weird feeling.
the lights and water dance together,
something so beautiful but never seen
and they are never lonely.
the fallen leaves washed away, alive yesterday
but forgotten when the sun came,
they looked so lonely.
He would let me break every bone in his body
Just for me to let him love me

But then I'd break his heart
TikTok comps
Russian bots
Makeup tutorials
"I'm not like other girls"

Trolls and incels
BuzzFeed articles
Gay fan fiction
Many a pun

People hiring hitmen
Buy some hair clips

Twitter ramblings
Flat earthers
And a partridge in a pear tree
Ashly Kocher
Catch me I’m
Into the oblivion
Into the unknown
Or maybe fantasy
Within my own fears
Contemplating life goals
Free falling
Endless flying
Only to
Always on my feet..
Barrie T Whittaker
2 August 2020

It is the irrelevance of life, that gives me a map.
Dearth of deep meaning, significance.
Chaos of each day, the blessing of good fortune.
Pains of survival, bliss.
Senescence of age, wisdom.
Loneliness, dear companionship.
The commonness of life, creates the strange..
My search for God, gives me peace, when none is found.
Ryan Dement
You fanged at me so proud,
but I only eat poison,
I only kiss snakes.
I heard the news
Maybe he meant for me to see
Slipped out in a 3-person text thread
Funny it was only news to me
king katonic
it wasn't my intentions
but i was just trying to show you my appreciation
by expressing my emotions
it didn't come to my realisations
that am putting you on some sort of depression
i guess all you need is some relaxations
to do your counting for my first impression
which i guess were not some sort of complications
because all i wanted was your notifications
and your elections
to be your sensation
because you are my fascination
i mean the true definition of perfection
luckily  everything is happening on my imaginations
and is not an illusion
have you ever found yourself giving someone some sort of a compliment and only to find out that it tend to be an insult the person???
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
in dreams
is dead

in streams
in me

a palette
is white

we forget
ain't right

you sleep
is dead
Lulu Sarmiento
He said: “Let’s start.”
She said: “It’s the end.”
What’s the silver lining between start and end?
The simplest form of
I love you is
I miss you…
My love for my brother
is like an ocean
But when I see him,
I turn into tidal waves.

The only one I'd ever fight with and for
My brother is the sun, I am the moon
Together in this universe,
the constants for one another
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
Between the lines
of now and then,
you’re drawing me
with ink and pen.
Every ridge
and every curve
you’re carving out
what I deserve.
Tangled veins
and knotted hair,
a thunderstorm
of senseless care.
Between the breaths
of God and man-
You’re writing me
just as I am.
With fractured bones
and black-hole eyes,
painted purple,
ringed with lies.
All I am
is what you see
and what you make
is all I’ll be.
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
Dennis Willis
Arriving at careless
Where I've let go

Filling that space

Rolling over
throwing a leg
out easing my back

sleep comes e  a s ily
in stutters i know
are pallid

shuddering away
to sleep off

this flavor of a day
the floor is lava
in this story
I wish I could call
Everyone beautiful
there is dignity
in a simple thing like names
δικό μου είναι το πρόσωπο /

και ό,τι θέλω το κάνω /

το χθες και σήμερα δικό μου πάλι/

το όμορφο και το άσκημο εγώ ειμαι /

παρούσα ή απούσα /

σε κάθε τι υπάρχω /

κρατώ  ό,τι καλό

και με κρατά  και αυτό

χέρι με χέρι

ματιά με ματιά

και λόγος με λόγο
~nothing will cool your fiery ardour, for
your lusting ambition has ripened into sweet actions
where the eyes may graze for a moment upon yonder hills,
and in molten candlelight, your love runneth
over the liquid of midsummer's night
forever ago
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
Harriet Cleve
“And what are you? “

“I am a toad eater and am hungry for a meal”

“Then keep looking for  I am not a toad”

“I shall eat you anyway for what does a belly know of toads?”
Oh dear heart,
Tell me why do you get excited,
When nothing lasts,
Why do u want me to let anything in,
If it´ll only cause me hurt,
Why do you cheer for someone,
If you know there´ll be an end
It´s lovely when the heart craves something,
But terrible when that doesn´t last
your hands on my heartbeat

playing with your hair
between my knees

it was like we were
learning each other
for the first time

want indiscernible from need
if i woke up naked
next to him

well, that would be
the only thing
i’ve ever needed

~to ryan~
i may have despised
for the longest time
that she was your sun

but you’re my moon

and i guess what
i’m trying to say is—

every one of my nights
would be darker
without her light
all over you
i wouldn’t have ryan
if ryan didn’t have courtney

she’s a hot and necessary evil
for my hot and brilliant
best friend
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Maria Etre
If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
If I see what you see, and they see it too, that doesn't mean I am crazy!
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
falling into orbit
but its not too bad a fall
what did i do to deserve
this random call
we don't even know each other
not anymore at least
what could possibly you need
from little old me
Maria Hernandez
If someone
does not want me
it is not the end
of the world
if I do not want me
the world is nothing
but endings
Bryan Lunsford
Through dark skies,
I've sat all alone,
With tears in my eyes,
It's all I've ever known,

But every storm dies,
And this I know,
Because when you entered my life,
All left was a rainbow
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
James M Vines
All people are born the same, naked and cold. Some may come into advantage and some may be lacking, but we are all human. Our lessons are taught to us by others. What we do with knowledge is left to us. Some of us cannot see past a skewed vision of reality. Some humans let superficial differences define who and what they are. In reality it is character that matters more than what we look like. Because we are all equal in the end as the in beginning. For we all come to the same end, and what we do between life and death is more important that our outer selves.
Dating is like a new bottle of wine.
You don’t know what you’re going to get,
But you’re eager to finish the bottle
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
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