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The sweet, soft rain
Pit-pattering on the rooftop
Keeps the beat
As you sing to me
The most beautiful song
Of your love
today is shaky
by that,
I mean I am
Samantha Cunha
In a void
much deeper
lies the answer
Do not get stuck
down there,
you mustn't
search for the
writings on the wall
then climb up
from the fall
to bestow the wisdom
upon the others
Nicholas Booth
I can't feel my fingers
I can't feel my toes
been put through the ringer
I can't feel my woes

I press against my ribs and teeth
and make sure my feet are underneath
my floating head
this feeling I dread
my god I need a release

but a release would mean
things are not as they seem
and I would still be numb
left high, dry and dumb

so numb I will stay
a lifeless bouquet
of fingers and toes
and all of my woes
feeling like nothing
Bran DeLeón
when two paths merge,
souls wander together
to the sky,
like a flame
never fading
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
Rekha Nur Alisha
she was a box of
cigarettes, waiting to be lit
but would soon run out

of light, of time,
and of you
shots of darkness
All the dead hearts are laid out screaming,
there is no cure for a broken heart,
all the beating ones insist on healing,
while turning ache into art

Desire of the living starts to churn,
wisdom of the dead shaking trust,
let the broken pieces burn,
and turn into dust
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Karen Horsley
I think of you
the sun shines
close my eyes


you at my side
always young in memory
warm sand between our toes
building castles
hand in hand running into the waves

always laughing

I’d die to protect you
–  my brother

but you left first
now you remain
forever young
copyright © 2018 Karen Horsley
(not based on real life)
Fae Fengari
I’m burning the back of my throat
Every time I speak to you

I’m pulling the muscles in my neck
Trying to look away from you

I’m spraining both of my ankles
Trying to be far from you

But it feels natural
To be hurt by you
Richard Smith
As they stand there
In skimpy clothes
Ignoring the letching
The leering
Calling to the lonely
The lost the sad
The desperate
The depraved
Are you looking
For a date
A good time
Always in danger
Taking the risk
To earn the
Money for the next fix
The next meal
The babies clothes
No one asks their
Ashly Kocher
Water rises
Rivers flood
Like my heart exploding
With our love
alexa j l
her mind is a cell
with ice cold bars
that hide her away from the outside
A pillar
spitting out poetry
as we exchanged our last words
unbeknownst to me
How comical
that we met at a place
called Make Believe
abigail j s
I've fallen to mapping
the deepest parts of my forehead
again. these days it feels like
I'm climbing the jungle gym of my mind,
clearing away cobwebs and
dust-covered boxes into my lap,
searching yellowed scrolls and broken crates
for diamonds.
it's not that I feel far from
the present, just as if
I'm swimming through it,
my head the only part of me
above the water.

it's been a little while but
I am still only climbing,
praying, and
scribbling words
on a familiar page.
written July 31, 2018.
Eyes can sometimes say nothing
And sadness cannot be uncovered
Smiling with pain always happens
And secrets are buried deep down
You can never know what's in there
in the hearts
of the
closest to
© Ameed
Kaitlyn Marie
you remind me of my future*
keep me in today, with you in your presence
it takes the smallest touch
the biggest smile
confident eyes; they know they like what they see
and they search deep into my soul, dive into the deep end of my heart
shredding love like water
you don't need to breathe underwater
people come and go,
they are just passing by.
why can't you let go?
when all of them are just going to go.
pretty when you're choked
thighs crying the next morning
no complain, just bliss.
a haiku
Looking Behind You With No One Beside You
Your Freinds are Few
Carrying the Pain Your Due
Losing the Life You Once Knew
No Thoughts But Blue!
Struggling To Break Through theese Words Oh! So! True!
Theese Feelings You must Subdue
For You can Be Two!
Just Stop Living on Lonely Avenue......
I'm Not Sure where this came from lol but now I can't stop thinking about where or why
My shadow has been trapped for a while
I haven't taken it for a walk in days
Maybe I don't deserve this shadow
I regret lying in my bed all day
Recently I have been seeing less of my shadow
Darkness seems to scare it away
I hope my shadow doesn't go for good
Because it has followed me all this way
Am I just
writing what I feel,
Or am I
writing to feel?
Zeya Khan
I will enjoy even the pain,
That is from you!
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
Keith Wilson
It's a quiet
fair February morning
a few early flowers
are blooming
Snowdrops and Crocuses
are out
Spring will be here soon
Her arms .. I miss them , the way they hugged me so securely, so unapologetically, unconditionally filled with heartbeats every second ..
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
Jules DelPercio
when something real happens
everything fake no longer matters.
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Zach Short
warm hands fingerprinting crisp glass.
oscillating breaths -
between clear and opaque.
a calming condensation.
an understanding of balance.
no matter the cold - your radiance endures, sweet child.
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
You and your sweet, sweet lies,

I'll miss your bitter taste.

Everything had a price,

Put your hands on my waist.


You and your sweet, sweet smile.

Both' your hands in my hair.

You were so versatile,

Loved you like a nightmare

We cannot be appart,

I never asked you for much,

Yet you keep breaking my heart.

All I ever wanted was your touch.
every beautiful thing
that engulfed my mind
always lead back to him

but he had yet to know
that this love went both ways
because he is everything
Talis Ren
In a room full of cowards
You still had the gall
To eat the heart of a snake
And dress like one too
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