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 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Monotone
Lately I’ve been having trouble breathing.
Everything around me closes in;
it swells up leaving no room.
It gets so tight that no air
could possibly squeeze through.
And then I pass out.
Only it doesn’t stop.
I keep waking,
endlessly struggling for air-
only to pass out in a panic.
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Monotone
I’m surrounded and alone.
These figures try to communicate,
but they never try to come closer.
I can’t understand a word they say.
I see their mouths move,
but that’s all that happens.
Their mouths move,
and they remain stagnant.
I try to communicate with hands,
I try to communicate with action ,
but they turn around and refuse to watch.

How can they hope to communicate
if they won’t meet me halfway?
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Monotone
I’m so scared.
The feeling of being alone-
It’s closing in.
I don’t want to be stuck in the dark.
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Tinnie
Regal, we must in physical form
To the societal standards, we blindly conform
Desensitised to find value in one’s own worth
We are love conditionally since our birth
Validation is our strongest pursuit
Judged us wrongly, we’ll refute
Our cuts and bruises have tales to tell
It’s there to justify that we’ve been through hell
Delirious to the idea of wanting is where the mind delves
All for the sake of ideal imagery, we defile ourselves
Patterned scars can be seen on our soiled skin
As we try to conceal the pain buried deep within
Why must we pretend to normalise such dysfunction?
Have we become too shallow to even function?
Gradually, we’re consumed to be demoralised
To our crippling selves, we barely recognised
Shackled to the harsh truths of our reality
As we failed to see the reflection of our inner beauty.
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Rob-bigfoot
Mona Lisa’s smile
Enigmatic and piercing
Blush – she fancies me!

©
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Özcan Sh
No contact with her

Do she still miss me?
Do she still love me ?

How can i tell
That i still love her.
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Kon Grin
My eyelids shut, my mind’s at haze
I suffocate, cats’ smell, too dense

I get up slowly, windows opened now
Buts that’s not only
seal that’s opened. How

Deep is depth?
I tear the covers right
I’m sitting up
Against indigo sky

We used to sleep, right here, together
And now we don’t
The story’s over
You dyed blonde

I’m not broken
It’s not you I miss
I’m longing
For the kiss

For the hug
and the serenity of touch
I miss belonging
and I can’t sleep tonight

Thanks for being in my life
I’m much obliged
It’s written over 9 months after us breaking up. I know exactly it’s not her I’m missing right now. It’s this stupid desire to belong to any woman.
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Özcan Sh
Do not forget,
I love you
 Aug 2022 Cold-Bones
Descovia
I have never been able to sleep.
Everything toys with me as
my mind wonder into the deep
The clock on the wall
Criticizing my need for momentary peace.
When will I ever be released?
Imagination very active and all is alive.
In my waking moments, I am groggy I strive
only for the feel and desire to survive.
Before, I close my eyes with the sister of death.
Possibilities of the unknown is where it all thrives
My thoughts depart from time to time.
Countdown of spiraling minutes
I'm losing my will to eat and the need to rest.
Shifting away from friends & from all that is left

LITTLE RED PLANET

Like a perfect little planet
the tiniest strawberry of ever & ever

sat in the universe
of your palm

us two
nothing but specks
(you in a blue dress)  

in the middle of the hugest field
in the world

green as
Forever is.

“Eat it..! ”
you laugh
“...in one bite! ”

Offering me the little red planet
in the universe of your open hand.

I lap at it
licking up the taste of it

intense as
the taste

of ever & ever is

the deliciousness
of your laughter

but the money
in the meter of memory

runs out

and the loveliness
of your laughter

delicious as
a little red planet

(the salty tang of your hand)  

hides
once again

in the mystery of Time.
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