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  Oct 2020 Zero
Parker
you have my hands tied back with a thin silk rope.
you tighten this rope when you feel me slipping from you.
i even has a name.
love.
i wrote this a year or two ago but oh well
Zero Oct 2020
your devotion to me was transparent.
your heart ached for me.
your eyes pursued me.
you were in everlasting love with me.
until he caught your eye.
and i became nonexistent.
  Oct 2020 Zero
Rebecca
I use to have a paper doll
once upon a time.
She had bubble gum matted hair
and veins filled with turpentine.

Her dress was made of Percocets
that went past her knees.
She spent her time smoking cigarettes
to medicate her anxiety.

My paper doll began to fade
as the hours drifted by.
Her rainbow became dull and gray
and I began to wonder why.

It could have been the cigarettes
or the Percocets she took.
It could have been the anxiety
from the harsh judgmental looks.

My paper doll is gone
and I miss her every day.
I wish she was still here with me
and she didn't fade away.
  Oct 2020 Zero
William J Donovan
3 am in a diner inside of Nowhere
we gather like the dead sipping coffee.
We're lost souls. We love bright light
flickering florescent and neon spelling
our message to the dark night. We are
nighthawks who travel your dreams.
  Oct 2020 Zero
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
  Oct 2020 Zero
a m a n d a
(and i’m fairly certain one is)



i’m just trying to
bring all the things together,
this entire time.
that’s it.

tagging and
  linking and
      documenting
highlighting and
  tearing out and
rearranging
layering and
erasing.

it’s just a reflection
of my reality.

- no - that’s not right,
not a reflection.

it is more of a
p r o j e c t i o n,
i suppose.
Zero Oct 2020
slit my throat,
and take my despair.
make me feel worthless,
and pull out my hair.
break all my bones and rip out my lungs,
make me question what its like to be loved.
snap my neck and poke out my eyes with an ungodly crack,
make me beg for you to come back.
scream at me endlessly and punch me in the face,
but last but not least,
wrap me in the warmest embrace
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