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 Mar 2014 A R P
Sℳǐζξ
Crazy.
 Mar 2014 A R P
Sℳǐζξ
My thoughts are like parasites
Eating away at my mind.
I'm afraid I can no longer hide.
My demons are pouring out
And I'm to blame.
I should of hidden them better
And now I feel ashamed.
You see I'm a sinner
And the worst kind.
I do things and think of things
That would never cross your mind.
I've done something terrible
But im not sure what.
I'm afraid I've completely
Avoided it until now.
I'm scared to know what it is
I'm scared to figure this out.
When I close my eyes I see him
Coming at me like some
Wild animal.
His face is dark
His eyes are darker.
His grin is fragile
Like one of a child's.
I know him and what he is
But I do not know his name.
This man is where my demons began
And yet I'm still not sure how.
My walls are braking
There crumbling down.
Soon everyone will know the real me
And they won't care how
I got this way.
They will all say I'm crazy.
But maybe,
I am.
 Mar 2014 A R P
BB Tyler
Spill blood
like wine
over the bed-sheets.
This ceremony
leaves none
unexplored.

As soothsayers
we see dreams
and visions of
time past
and passing
in the entrails
and tea leaves.

What did we hope to find
in the fleshy hollows
where our sweetness
sits in wait
to rot?

Once found
is our fate made sound?
Solid.
A still life
in the waiting room
where we will break our bonds.

When the movement
stilled
and the dust kicked up
was hushed,
did we find ourselves there
under the blood stains
and honey,
or were we waiting
forever on the outside?

Always am I transparent
under a shifting moon.
 Feb 2014 A R P
Hersch Rothmel
******, ****, Gay
these words cut through queer youth
like their razors through their wrists
words that cause the list of queer youth committing suicide seem like a revolving door
queer youth of color forced into a two doored slaughter house
The army or the pen
Queer youth of color being harassed, beaten, and killed
While gay marriage is the sign of equal rights for gays
I CALL *******!
There is no equal rights for gays when gay people are given the “privilege” to enter the heteronormative social constructions of the American Dream, to believe in the American Way
There is no equal rights when the blood of gay youth floods America’s streets!
 Feb 2014 A R P
Hersch Rothmel
******, ****, Gay
these words cut through queer youth
like their razors through their wrists
words that cause the list of queer youth committing suicide seem like a revolving door
queer youth of color forced into a two doored slaughter house
The army or the pen
Queer youth of color being harassed, beaten, and killed
While gay marriage is the sign of equal rights for gays
I CALL *******!
There is no equal rights for gays when gay people are given the “privilege” to enter the heteronormative social constructions of the American Dream, to believe in the American Way
There is no equal rights when the blood of gay youth floods America’s streets!
 Oct 2013 A R P
foerno
laughter
 Oct 2013 A R P
foerno
laughter is a mask
a clever cover of mind
crack up for a while
then die inside

joke is a button
a turn-off for the brain
it helps you get through
mindless silly game

spit it out, live it off
so as not to fade away
anti-matter of emotion
a force too long kept at bay

you say "stop it, keep in touch!"
do you want me to die?
everyone's got their means of coping
this is mine.
~r
 Mar 2013 A R P
Cameron Godfrey
Sometimes she hid behind her laptop screen
Or maybe she'd hide in her sleep, in her dreams
Wouldn't face the world outside that hall
Wouldn't go downstairs for fear she'd fall
She slept in late and went to bed soon
And only found comfort under the glow of the moon
But the moon doesn't glow
It's just a reflection
Just like the soul
Of the girl aforementioned
A girl hidden in a place where the demons couldn't see
That girl was afraid and that girl was me.
Can we just pretend that we didn't see that last line coming?
 Mar 2013 A R P
Rachael Roth
Hey
 Oct 2012 A R P
amt
Dimples
 Oct 2012 A R P
amt
It's been  a while,
Five months to be exact.
I miss your dimpled smile,
I wish I could go back.

I only saw you twice,
And it'd be a stretch to call it love,
But someone's looking out for me,
Someone up above.
 Apr 2012 A R P
amt
Not Today
 Apr 2012 A R P
amt
The sun sets,
Another day past,
I can finally close my eyes,
At last!
One day I will fall,
Or I'll go down some way,
And I can just pray,
That today's not that day.
 Mar 2012 A R P
amt
Doctor
 Mar 2012 A R P
amt
If you ever cared to ask me,
What I’m going to do,
I’d want to say,
I’m going to move far away,
to a place where you can’t try to change me.
But I’d really say,
*Yeah... I’m going to be a doctor.

— The End —