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Karen Figueroa
His death may have not killed me
But it has wounded me
smile flower
hate is a strong word that I can only use to describe my feelings towards you

hate is what fills my eyes with tears everytime you spit your degrading words towards me, you spit and spit until I am nothing but a puddle of sadness and pity

a puddle of hatred that you splash and stomp your feet in, with each stomp my the hatred grows and expands until I become a ocean of hate

yet you dont seem to care and keep swimming in me

the hatred I have for you is something I wish I did not have, I wish I was a ocean of love and admiration for you

but you can only seem to put me down and belittle me

so a ocean of hatred is what I am
I wish my life was different.....
You’re stuck in my mind
You are lodged in my marrow
You know who you are
You’re my object of love.
let the light in
Gekyla C
It takes one team

To make the dream

That is hungry to perform

And can make a grand slam

A journey full of storm

Will be always above the norm

A frightful way to coform

All  members in a warrior form

A gold medal to aim

For a champion team
Azurel Mata
Fingernails clack on
Piano keys, yellow teeth
Sour milk on marble...
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
e l l
your kiss
sets me alight
i know it was sinful
i know im trying to be closer to god
but i can’t help but remember
the taste of your lips
and the way you used to smell
it was

i know i acted like i didn’t want it
but it was only because i didn’t think i would lose you
You are the most annoying dog I've ever seen
You whine and beg to be put on our laps but when we do
You whine and beg to be put down
You get car sick whenever we drive you around
You have an **** high pitched bark

You aren't even that cute

But when you were on the verge of death
We felt bad for you
And that, my friend, is why you still exist in my life.
my doggie has a lot of issues but deep down I still love him
and as I stumble back the room
much drunker
and uglier for it
such occasions strike me like old ashen Wednesdays
hushed remembrance and beckoning procession
your soul on high
feet never meeting the ***** encrusted carpeting
snot-nosed kids cramming sticky yogurt raisins into their crooked maws
I was dust and it was me
or so they tell me
the beams creak under the strain of too many loveless souls
stricken down with the silence that waits in that man-made idealized prism
of peace
an absence of silence
too often squelched by the effortful exhalations of repenting geriatrics
the pavement looms closer
and the serphent ate dirt
so, tell me darling
did I fork you with my tongue?
sandra wyllie
I like the little people.
They haven’t lived long enough
to become jaded. They’re not judgmental.
They’re inquisitive and want

to learn. And they listen
with full hearts and empty heads
eager to get filled. The big people have
empty hearts and full heads. So, they

don’t listen well. And they’re simpler,
the little people. They find joy in little,
mundane things. The big people need the fancy,
expensive and complicated toys to bring them joy.
Dostoevsky dreams

And Pushkin lines

And rhymes...

Like Bolshevik bullets

Tear into me


Hot sleep!

Dead Tsars and Anastasia

Mean nothing to me

But I miss them


Aristocratic nonsense

But tiaras are pretty

With diamonds shining

In a Russian night

As kulaks die

The diamonds glitter

A worthy reminder

Of a beautiful time

When debutantes danced

And the little Tsarina

Could dream in peace
She cried for help,
No one was there

She stared at the blank sky
Thinking it deserves another try

Emptiness filled her heart
Bewildered with sadness

She tried again
And so she glanced in the distance

There, it was him, waiting.
Hope you like it! More coming soon!
If writing is as easy as saying,
I would write all the time.
But dear, it is not.
The truth is I'm lying, waiting
Losing time like daylight savings
Contemplating, with my self debating
But father time is not hesitating
Did you see?
That girl in the window.
Did you see?
As i was in a middle of boredom.
Did you see her?
Staring at your soul,
Making you don't know
And not moving at all.
My heart pounds eagerly
Awaiting the outcomes of the morrow
What is awaiting me
Love, hatred or sorrow?

Fear and anticipation
All wrapped into one
Securely tied with a ribbon
Now we wait for the sun

Marching on to the time
Allowing fate to lead the way
My heartbeat is all I can hear
Let's see what's awaiting me today.
Annika J
My poetry is always written
In the heat of the moment

The big picture is often neglected
It is but
One moment in all my life

The perspective might be messed up
And the feelings exaggerated
But it's nice to have that moment captured
death, for us to rest in peace
since we can’t live in peace in this reality

ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Jay Lewis
I saw emerald gleam,
He saw golden brown
He held me close,
The world was ours now.

Dancing away,
into the night,
We had what most people look for
all their lives.

We were on the silver screen
But the movie had to end.
No sequel of us
getting back together again.
They yelled cut
and we had to stop pretending
No more lines..
I Guess now we're just improv'ing.
half tragedy half hope
my heart is in
an infinite war
between both sides
Jon G M
Laying in darkness
Touching your soft skin
Demons torment our desire
Magnifying life
Craving skin on skin
Your physical affection
Is the fruit
The fruit I crave
Kisses on your lips
On your neck
I crave all of you
Feel the fire within us
I want to make you mine
Tonight, tomorrow night
Be mine for a lifetime

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

We are not rude and impolite

It’s the lacking of genuineness

The world has been so unkind

We refused to acknowledge the kindnesses
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.
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
David Rusinko
She is earth and she is fire
She is strong and a survivor
She loves fiercely
She walks honestly
A woman to desire
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
Poetic Eagle
one day you will miss me
as much as l miss you
another random thought
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
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
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
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