To breathe in phrases never said,
How woeful is the drowning.
To bleed only unspoken thoughts,
How painful is the sting.
No longer is my body filled with
Blood and bone and bile,
Only dances we will never dance
And songs we’ll never sing.

- p. winter

improves heart health
has low amount of acid
fresh papaya best

contemplating suicide
because what is life worth
to be a beggar, without so much as a bowl
drinking down muddied waters
consuming tasteless mush,
which will make you sick,
being thin, and lanky
with hair overgrown
and nails *****
contemplating suicide
because life is worth it
if you've worth

if you can't be dramatic with me
then who can you be with
real and honest
to the point of pain
your knife, already driven in
were you to take it out
it would only hurt more
when you plunged it in again

Thanks to everyone for another amazing year of incredible poetry !

🌕


The moon never asks for
attention after all,

                          It just glows.

And when I dream
Will I still dream of you?
And those evil things you do
Hips sway side to side
Open up to the inside
And slide into my mind
Or maybe just your thighs

And will you still be mine?
As he rips apart your sighs
It's not the world I devised
That has kept me from your side
Now let's go get ******* high
And try to just survive
With this empty hole in mind