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Ugo Victor
It's taken me years
Of writing and reading,
Giving and receiving,
To realise;
Love is simple
It's humans
That are complicated
Arc of moons and hearts
Bending to the pull of tides
Crying to be whole
i wonder if you remember
the presence of me
because i’m constantly reminded
by your faded memory

it lingered in the Sunday laundry
and ghoulishly appeared in a frame
popped up on the car radio
and frightened me all the same

as i packed your things,
it was in a card for my birthday
and eerily in a box of frosted flakes
i guess i never liked them anyway

later, it would quietly permeate
a passing tv commercial for charmin
remember how we used to laugh
i have those memories every now and then

i hope where you are is better
than where we were together

i wonder if you remember
the presence of me
because i was constantly reminded
by your faded memory
will you stay
when the world ends?
Cole Jackson
We live
We love
We cry
Then it comes back and continues in that circle.
The women
in my life
fill me
like an empty she-hell
Alexandra Eames
let us
do only all the things we wish we could, if our lust and love was not so secret.

not just dream but see, touch and taste the mossy nectar of our wavy
pinkish, glistening seas
above and
beneath an ocean of silken sheets.

-By Alexandra Eames
Hearts don't break instantly,
They break gradually.
We see the signs and brush them off. We only want to see the best and we do. When your heart breaks, dots are connected.
Kaumal Borah
Beautiful,gorgeous and
glittery lights
Filled her heart
with seraphic delights
A series of lights
in the dark shades of night
flying high and low
flashing their
glare in a row
illuminating her soul
from inside
As she became captivated
by their sight
All she could do
was smile in delight
Looking at those  natural lights
"the fireflies"
The fireflies always had been a beautiful delight for me ...
whenever I see them I recieve happiness and they always cheer me up.
Star Dust
loving you
it was like screaming at void
and falling in love with an echo.
Neha Khan
My soft beating heart needs complete peace
I want my soul to heal and rest at ease.

I'm bleeding from inside,
I want to run, I want to hide.

Wandering all alone in the midst of the crowd,
I hear my silence screaming out loud.

I am tired and could barely stand up
I want my heart to slowly mend up.

My dripping heart agonizes for peace,
Indeed, after every hardship comes an ease.
~Neha Khan
insomnia attacks, time lavishing;
my thoughts still open as
they're relishing.
As you love me
you never miss me
for you created me to love
it bes that simple for kreators knowing they create all they experience and drop the belief  others have created or be creating for them
beth haze
It’s been so long
I didn’t recognize the
number on the call.
You asked if I wanted
to catch up, I should’ve
just hung up.
- blocked.
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
Daa Rajab
It might be said:

The locks of her hair curled grey
As the clouds lurking along the overcast above.
Her legs stretched longer,
Tree trunks lengthening, but this time
With years to come.
She was aged, old, frail,
But yet young.
With the world to see,
To walk,
And live.
But it was one break, one fracture deep within,
Enough to render her disinterest
And detachment.
when the answer to every thought is
"what does it matter"
and the scary thing is
it's not like depression makes you think so
it's just that you have to think long enough
to all the overthinkers
Erin Riley
how when we
were young,
we were so full
of life
and had
barely lived.
Rebel heart with a soft touch
Playing the strings of your soul
Sings the melody of your calling
Letting you see the world
Take experience in her pleasures
Of treasures pure and gold
So she can grow bigger and better
Than any other story ever told
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
I wear makeup to work,
So people treat me better.

I work with fish.
I get covered in slime.
I don't make tips.
(Not that, that is acceptable)
I have a fiance.
I'm off market.
I'm not there to impress anyone.

No makeup.
I'm ignored.
My credentials are questioned more.
They pick fights.
They behave poorly.

With makeup well,
I only have to deal with one creepy person.

I wear makeup to work,
So people treat me better.
I'm dark
and light,
a spark
at night.

The moth
and flame,
I'm both
the same.

I lust.
At most,
I'm dust
and ghost.
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
The simplest form of
I love you is
I miss you…
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.

Your name sounds like any weather

It could be rainy
when everything seems so gloomy.

Sometimes it's windy
and you make me feel so carefree.

Most of the time it's sunny
you make my world so bright and happy.

Whatever it may be,
I just want you to be close to me.
It's Cindy
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.
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
It is a pity life does not have background music
to pick us up as we fall
but as I ponder, I realise
that sometimes silence is the voice that teaches us to do it ourselves
You will be strong
You will rise
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
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..
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
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 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
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!
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.
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.
Lulu Sarmiento
He said: “Let’s start.”
She said: “It’s the end.”
What’s the silver lining between start and end?
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?”
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~
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