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 Jun 2018 A
Dagen Kipling
Words burning my throat
    the same burn
    as the shot of whiskey.
    Waterfalls of ethanol
    trying to drown my sins.
    But they have learned to
    swim.
    
    [DK]
 Aug 2017 A
Joshua Haines
X's Room
 Aug 2017 A
Joshua Haines
X's dim bedroom featured two tones: olive skin and rind of lime. Like her walls, her sheets and comforter clashed. The contrast in color reminded me of 80's clothing.
In her room, X smoked cigarettes that tasted like a mechanic's finger. A clunky radio played 24/7.
  "Do your parents know you smoke in here?" I said.
  "What?" She said.
  Her parents were phantoms. She barely knew them, which makes me barely able to describe them. A week ago, I asked what they looked like. She shrugged and said she'd check the side of a milk carton.
  *** was the only thing that connected us. We took turns touching each other like we were being dared to run our finger through an open flame. I said I loved her. She said not to be silly.
 Aug 2017 A
Brian Hoffman
I don't know where time has gone.
My mind blank growing old.
This summer is deceivingly cold.
Would it be bold to take the risk to have and to hold?
I'm drowning deeper keep me under until I'm numb and stone.
Shallowed out drawing ghosts.
Pale white heavenly sung.
Drag me out to the bone.
Take me to my grave stone.
Skeleton hearts are long gone.
Tired of waiting and not being enough.
Tired of the drugs and early mornings hoping I don't wake up.
This safe haven isn't even worth it to me.
The pills will break and destroy **** in and outside of me.
Take me over just give me what I deserve.
Leave me speechless, breath taken without any words.
**** me so well you do it gladly.
It's no wonder I'm going madly.
So here I lay sadly.
Feelings fade and people bash me.
A cigarette burns like ashes to magic.
Whys life gotta be so tragic?
An empty wine glass a broken mirror.
I hear the screams growing closer.  
Shutter shutter stone faced cold cuts going deeper.
In life they say try and get better, well with this life I'm living it's been such a disaster.
No words left pains sinks faster.
Hold me deep keep me underwater.
Drowning underneath the heavy blue lagoon.
Killing me it's no wonder I'm doomed.
When I leave this earth it won't even matter.
Not to you or me.
No one will see.
So why not I'll finally let myself free?
Everyday has been a constant struggle. I can't make it out much longer. Days feel so long and stretched its no wonder I'm stressed. Anxiety, mood swings and depression will be the death of me. The pills will take me and finally I shall be free.
 May 2017 A
Shashank Bhardwaj
Curled up
in a corner

staring at the mossed walls
amidst the light that devours fireflies

the petrichor is now stronger
than all the ales I had

this reverie
the imagery shows no sign of ceasing

and with everything coming back to me
I am ready to stumble again

and fall every step
to write and rewrite

the joy is somewhat incessant
like it always has been.
 May 2017 A
Yggy
(S)hort/weet
 May 2017 A
Yggy
Sticks and stones make homes,
Which hold a far greater threat
Than broken bones.
 May 2017 A
f aliefa
02.
 May 2017 A
f aliefa
02.
he looked at me as if i was poetry
and he held me.
he held me as if my thorns weren't there, as if they didn't even touch him,
when they actually hurt him, cut him almost as deep as my wounds that he's been trying to heal.
but he stayed
through the drought and the hurricane.
he bled for me, he held me through my insanity.
and i've never been so afraid,
i'm afraid he's going to love me.

—k. aoife maude
i'm afraid i'll hurt him even more.
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