Why do i always mumble, i always do, even if i try not to.
I was thinking of how i mumble when i talk to you, and how i sounded last thursday when i asked you to go bowling, you said no[you had an okay excuse]
I am not worried if you like me, I am not worried if i mumbled because non of it matters.
The way you smiled and waved. you looked so happy to see me. your lips curved and your smile exposed your lies and your skills to tell the truth[may you use them wisely]
You asked me to go to the mall. I smiled and nodded, my voice cracked as you gave me butterflies.
Its now 3:00 on a saturday, you messaged me on thursday[it didnt  say the time]
I messaged you today and I'm waiting. I've been waiting. I'll wait, You will never reply.

Bleed! My poet...
Again I say, BLEED!

Let your blood be posted!
Can't you feel the need?

Let the world know your angst!
Let the world know your mind!
Let the world know your joy!
Let the rhythm know your rhyme!

Bleed! My poet...
Again I say BLEED!

Without blood the flesh dies!
Are you dead... indeed?


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

a mercury heart
enclosed with lucid skin
vacant hollow eyes
looking on

hardly vain
loathing every inch
of a marvellous body
she calls her own

scars
line pale thin arms
love
will never be enough

To trend or not to trend, that is the question?

///

You wrote in a book
That I will again stand up
After my death,
Where there will no sigh to fly on the autumn air

And you told me
That she will smile again
Where there will be a captivated full moon that will play with her rectangular eyes

And there will be played a long summer
That should be risen again in a mystical sweeten,
As the kissed when my love was just only sixteen

Again you said to me
After death, her beauty will never die
Where there will be a lovely haven on her lips
And her simple kiss that I will be missed through a thousand of years long

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I've been seeing you in my dreams
pink sky and a cape
your smile is bigger than the moon
and wider than the ocean
you are breathing in flakes

I dreamed someone didn't let you say sorry
and you punched him over
and over
so that he'd know how it feels
to have an apology stuck in your throat

There was a night I told myself
your smile was just a mirage
and feeling every bump on the road
was just like making sense
of your breathing pattern

Then the time when I heard
the gap in your laughter
and realized it had lost its soul
when you forgot whose to mould it against
oh, the irony.

One dream had you walking barefoot
across a wooden bridge
you’d kicked your shoes into the sea

Suddenly you’re on a huge green field
making flowers die as you walk

I kept seeing you as lampposts,
a soft gentle presence in the dark
but always flickering
threatening to leave in a moment

There were the bruised hips
from the torrent of unspoken words
I decided I didn't want to keep

There was a postcard you sent me
with a return address that didn't exist
so I could write to nothing like I always have

The pillows with the tear stained blotches
hold reminders of every night
I tell myself I can make do
without seeing your eyes

And all these dreams I've had
darling
are from my veins
pulsing with visions of unrest