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 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Marissa
Weakness
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Marissa
I try to talk to the man upstairs
But he just doesn't listen to my prayers.  
I down so many beers
Because nobody actually cares.  
Drenched in tears
I know there's nothing left besides my fears.  
'Causing more demons to appear
Making the atmosphere
Heavy.
Making it harder to breathe,  
I know soon everyone will leave,
Giving depression an option to overachieve
Without even asking me, please.
Save me from my own thoughts
Before I rot.
I once thought,
"I matter," but I guess not.
This is for the ones who fought.
One last tie to this knot,
you are my weak spot…
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Rohan P
outlined
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Rohan P
unspeakable you:
outlined in charcoal,
shaded in graphite,

the world shifts when
you siphon your
pain.

the world whirs when
you call my name.
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Andreas Peter
Old rickety machine
trundles along its
comparatively, slow, journey
keeping me awake with its tosses and turns
Heavy eyes and tired minds slide shut all around
and drift away from conscious shores
I'd be jealous, any other day
of blissful sleepers undisturbed
by heaving engine
screeching call
Tonight, however
I'm glad to wake
for waking I am blessed
with blissful sleeper undisturbed
nestled against my chest
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Abby
Unpoem
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Abby
Let's talk poppies and candies,
Let's talk summer frocks and bees,
Let's talk blue skies ending
In crystal blue seas.
Sure let's talk the neighbors,
Sure let's talk cooking books,
Sure let's talk red lipstick
And guys' good looks!
We're gonna talk Elvis and Marilyn
And Trotsky and Tolstoy,
We're gonna talk Eastern countries
We're about to destroy.
And Italian movies and French perfumes,
Marijuana and milkshake,
Bobby socks and jukebox,
And vacations by the lake.
Let's talk, my dearest pal
All of the above,
But I'd say, first of all,
Let's not talk love.
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
avaseia
it has been a long time since the last time my eyes had been used to the band of light stretching over the vast horizon. bleached sun rays blocking my cornea as your hand reached over my waist.

we danced underneath the skies painted grey- a canvass in monotone and greyscale. yet beneath this mixture of melancholy and nostalgia were two breathing souls, intertwined by darkness and sunshine.

i met you between freezing winter and blooming spring.
i met you beneath the skies of grey and blue.
i met you as the stars and the universe hovered above us.
i met you through thick and thin.

i met you when rainbows don't appear anymore after the rain.
i met you when hope seems to be obsolete.
i met you when i was the cold and you were the warm.
i met you between overrated songs, and infamous movies.

i met you in between the line separating whichever things are to be sorted.

we were never supposed to meet.
like parallel lines destined to be alone. forever.

yet how come two lost souls would eventually find their way home in each other's arms? how come two ill-fated lovers crossed the borders when the conspiring universe are against them?

how come i've met you
but you've never met me?

in such a way that i know you wouldn't look at an abstract painting unless you understand it.

because why would someone try to see through a person so convoluted? someone so difficult to understand even though things seem to be pretty simple if you would only look at the other sides?

you told me i was a complex, pretty thing. someone interesting, yet difficult to solve. maybe i am. maybe i was. maybe i weren't. maybe i am not.

yet beneath the grey-stained skies, sunshine was seeping through--a sliver of hope creeping its way inside me as you held me in your arms, dancing below the invisible sun beams i like to think of whenever i'm with you.

because to me; you are the sunshine over my grey-stained world.
 Jun 2018 ardnaxela
Jack P
teacher sent me to the doctor's office
teacher sent me home
teacher sent me to the place
where all the foul things roam

teacher gave me tic-tacs
to swallow when i'm sad
teacher said the chemicals
will make me sorta mad

teacher dries my eyes up
with platitudes enough
to even console all the kids who
are made of smarter stuff

teacher says confusion
is not a cause for shame
i'm not quite sure what teacher means
but i listen all the same

teacher treading tip-toed
lowering the tone:
"i'll help you with the theory here
but you'll practice on your own."
if you are sad, get people to help you not be sad, thanks
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