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Peter Balkus
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
Uma natarajan
Birds fly through
With fluttering wings to prove
Their mighty expedition
And proposition
But my solitude is in flood
The darkness of my blood
The salty taste of my tears
Flow in fear
Pain throbs in my lean veins
When we saw
That singlehood
Of being a couple
stephanie burrows
I write in the candle light freeing
My heart of this heavy feeling.
No more do i love thee like i once did
Now its time to let go.
Sometimes you just need to let go of the people who give you nothing
I love the word effable
So effable my feelings for you
But ineffable to describe just
How effed I am for falling for you
i know, i have to
you're better off without me
i'm letting you go
Peter Gareth
When life’s colors seem to be gone
My shaking hands grab the wheel
So the road can take me on
And my soul may find some heal

Each mile brings a different mood
Some are bright and some are blue
Old songs keep away the solitude
While anxiety slowly fade through

May the asphalt God lead the way
For everything’s going to be okay
As long as I have the highway
Best therapy ever (specially with a Stanley bottle filled with coffee)
The moment right before.
That's THE moment.
What it's all about.
Will I? Won't I?
I know I will.
The breath in, deep
Before the leap!
Darkness. Falling, aaah; splash!
Pop. Glug glug, gulp; yumm!
Vasoconstriction and focus.
Followed immediately by
Vasodilation and calm.
from my number one
to the one i can't even look at.
our friendship slipped
out of our fingers
all due to your
lies and fake personality.
Kriti Gupta
do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry
Her being was created from the wildest of the flowers.
Don’t try to put them in a vase and wait for her to die.
Though my heart is wide and huge

It could only accommodate you
If only
We talk
Our failtures
The same way
We talk
About our
tell me not to run
back to fields of daisies,
now scorched by the sun.

tell me not to mourn
the silken sky of night
now breaking into dawn.

tell me not to hold
the pieces of silver,
you’re turning into gold.

tell me to be quiet
and hear Your new journey,
whispered to me in private,

tell me to be still
basking in Your presence,
and bending to Your will.
flower child
I want you
All of you
The good the bad
Everything in between

But do you want me
For everything I am
Like I want you
For everything you are

I’ve grown attached
But you seem distant
Please let me in
I just want you
Beyond the forest may you see the light inside your eye,
The dead crawls begging for a corpse
whispering, dancing in the dark night
dead fireflies quitting life
this is the end the new beginning of dying
Believe an overthinker
believe a lie,
die among with the moon and be alive
Wolfs wanting a redemption
what an irony for the owls to be the exception.
Monica Alvarez
I have been riding the hand of the clock at the very second I met you.

I held as it tick and tock completing a minute, and I held more as it ran an hour.

I was grateful as it counted a day. I was screaming with joy as it reached more than months.

I was a fool for not knowing it was a timer set to end.
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
Crown Shyness
Rain, it comes on down
it washes the ground
it leaves behind an earthy smell
and soothing sounds
"The approach of dark, ominous clouds are something I look forward to sometimes."
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
The Red Woman
flower petals
look so pretty
falling down
as gently as
the touch of our

but they die
and so does our love
but even in death
they look so pretty
and yet again
so does our love
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.
Let it break you
Cut your fingertips
On the shards
Let it change you
Find new edges
And shapes in the glass
Let it remake you
Reflect the damage back
With bloodied mirror fragments
Leave your memory
Deep in their marrow
Haunt the corners of their sight
Yours Truly
“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood
Somethings deeply wrong with me
If love is blind
Hate must be sight

one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just a kissed you goodnight
I made this poem for my little cousin
Rohan Press
It is unlatched
so two shades of blue shine
      unseen, darkening.
There is no pale impression from
the ceiling light, just indigo,
      just midnight,
ink on a page unread.
You can’t make out the dust
anymore. You can’t remember
the last notes played here,
He had pretty eyes
And seductive lips
He told me
That i turn him on
I just laugh it off
But little did he know
He had turn me on first
H A Vitatoe
Not knowing, where the universe begins
Or how far, the darkness extends
Can one know, where it actually ends
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.
I assume we are scared of death because we don’t want life to end

but Death wants to live too,

The sun has to go away
For the moon the be able to shine .
Ya know?
I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.
When you think you just found your true Happiness, then Life waltzes in and gives you a good slap.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
There’s nothing better
than beautiful photos filled
with special moments

love my family photos I have plenty hanging on my walls at home always makes me smile when I look at them ;❤️
I've been so different,
and I've been at my worst beacuase I have had people use me,
lie to me,
stab me
and put me down to the dumps
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