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 Feb 2016
Eve Estelle
Dark waters churn, an eerie disturbance —
The air is fraught with a peculiar sense;
A blackened sky looms overhead,
And faintly felt are the hands of the dead.

An empty sea, not a living soul save me —
Yet from my place upon the shore
Echo the sounds of ringing bells;
Haunting are these ghostly chimes,
Accompanied by the creaks of groaning wood;
The sable sea is no friend to vessels —
So is this now where the poor ship dwells?
 Feb 2016
Ryan Cripps
I do not find this path familiar,
It does not appear on the map.
I keep walking this path,
afraid to look back.

I need to be pointed in the right direction.
I'm not fit to walk alone.
I need to be put on a guided path
or forever I will roam.

As I continue walking,
in the middle of the fork in the road an elderly man stands alone.
His beard as white as snow, with a tannish skin tone.

I ask him if he could point me in the correct direction, as to which path will take me to a better future.

He looks up at me with watery eyes and says "I cannot help you, for I am lost too".
I don't know
 Feb 2016
M Manese
Your taste runs like kerosene in my veins,
Our kisses, heated, sending my insides aflame;
    I spontaneously combust, lover.
Skin to skin, your mouth is concentrated sin
You make lose my morals, the lust is building;
    Blinding, my pupils burn;
Yours darken with something primal, tensions thickening;
The anticipation's sinking
   right into my gut, I feel your touch
   calloused fingertips dancing up my thighs, teasing.


Your body glistening
   with sweat, trailing down south
   I follow the track hungrily with my mouth
   but it doesn't seem enough.
Our hearts beat fast like the ticking
    of a timebomb nearing detonation;
    We're going to detonate, my love.
We're going to burst in fancy colors like fireworks gone haywire,
    the bed is our sky.
We're going to get lost among the sheets,
    like sailing across familiar seas.
The moonlight, dangerously bright
    they seem to shine from your eyes
    but they darken with something like clouds on a stormy night.


And I'm not sure if there really is a God
    but tonight I kept calling his name
    yours interspersed in between
    heavy breathing, our pants sounding
    like broken notes of some orchestrated masterpiece
    and the crescendo's nearing.
Our pulse following the rising melody
I am mesmerized, out of control
I am lost amidst the euphoria
    right now
    with you
 Feb 2016
Lizley
And just when she
was about to read
a foreword,
–again
It's already what she
had always expected
and feared,
–"The End"
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|02.09.2016|
Two hearts gave up on each other out of fear and the saddest part was, they were only starting to beat.
 Feb 2016
Melinda Éva
The blackened mirror hangs on the wall
and whispers my name with a soft call
Like the wind, it rustles my brain,
its hauntingly familiar voice I distain
"Come and see what lies within,
what's bound to come and what's already been,
but when you look you can't forget,
'cause what is seen will then be set."
I shield my eyes in fear alone
'cause I don't want this set in stone
but hunger for truth boiled deep inside
and spilled across this body of mine
I saw the darkest part of you
and realized there's nothing I can do
 Feb 2016
Elle W
He frustrates me, more than you could ever imagine.
Twisting my mind until I become dizzy and disorientated from the confusion.
The web he weaves of contradictions and uncertainties cuts into my soul, with sharp words. Sharp enough to **** someone, or bring them into insanity.
Constant on and off thoughts of "does he want me?" cloud my brain like a song; but I keep going back for more, as he is addictive.

He frustrates me, more than you could ever imagine; but my God those eyes, hypnotic, bright.  That smirk, as if he knows he has me wrapped around his finger.
And I am, he feels like home, in the most beautiful of ways.
Warm skinned and cold-hearted, without even a word he keeps me. I am held captive by that gaze, my God those eyes!

*He frustrates me.
 Feb 2016
jennee
existing felt like one impending catastrophe
a burning cigarette, one after the other
there were moments when i wanted
my nights to be smothered by the trickling rain
as i gazed at the molding ceiling
i wanted to breathe smoke into their lungs
because nobody left alive is meant to stay clean
i had this uncontrollable urge to cover up
my patches with bruises and cuts with scars
and while others imagined forehead kisses
i fantasized bullet wounds and torn tissues,
oozing blood and split-second animate eyes

sunday mornings felt redundant
as the sermons of claimed priests,
i am not catholic, i am not your puppet
nor is that newborn you're immersing in filthy water
i'd rather envelop myself in the world's destruction
than misguided man-made beliefs,
so never wake me up in the mornings

leave me be to choke on my own spit for breakfast
i've always felt more alive with clogged lungs
a kick in the teeth for lunch, vermilion blotches,
split lips and discoloration for supper
leave me be to walk into my own extinction
covering a thousand miles of boiling rot

life is anything but a gift,
death is what we are

n.j.
 Feb 2016
river
i tell people everything i can’t say to myself // like that things get better // and i tell them to keep going, because in the end, everything’ll be fine // but i wanna give up every morning i wake up // since the storms rage on in my head // it makes me feel so weak // i don’t feel alive
 Feb 2016
Lauren Leal
I'm getting lost within you.
Mind, body,
and soul.
I keep breathing you in
entirely whole.
Taking in every,
imperfection and flaw.
That makes you so perfect,
Opening the door.
To me only wanting
so much more.
 Feb 2016
Holey
I am not beautiful
I am just a symbol of destruction
So I beg of you,
Just put me out of my misery
and throw away the memory.
Tear me down
like you tore down my hope
throw me out in the ocean
and cut the rope.
Now say goodbye.
 Feb 2016
theinvincible
2 am is for the poets who
can't sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who's not there.

For the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left.

2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other's arms.

It is for the lonely, the ones
who are inlove with the
loved but are not loved in
return.
Hello to all 2 am people out there!
 Jan 2016
Lauren Leal
I'll lie down for hours in my bed
You think I'm asleep but I caged in my head
I'm getting tortured from the inside out
I'm getting thrown and tossed about

I'm a prisoner to my own thought
I am forced to remember ever ounce of pain I fought
It is a never ending reel of self-inflicted pain
I have no scars to show or retain

It's screaming and blood lust in my mind
On the outside quiet and peace, is what you find
I'm getting weak with every passing night
I'm slipping away losing might

I'm still a prisoner to my ******* brain
I think It's time, I step out of that lane
Always thinking of the worst, but being so good at hiding the visual pains that cross my thoughts. Only to keep moving with the will to live.
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