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 Aug 2018
Danielle
Flip on the music
Flip on the water
(Try not to burn myself)
Grab the implement,
(A sponge with soap)
Let the mind ponder,
Cups first? Or perhaps
The plates.
How shall everything
Fit together within
The drying rack?
Got challenged to write about something mundane and since I don't hate dishes 100% this is the result.
 Aug 2018
Chameleon
Tonight the moon is just a sliver, I don't remember what that's called.
Everyone is either sleeping or working and going about their lives.
While I am horribly heart broken.
Just ship wrecked, stuck against the rocks getting beat by waves.

I told him that I thought I was lucky.
Lucky. I thought I had found that person for me that the movies have convinced me is out there.
The one.
But somehow, now, I am the most unlucky ******* earth.
The boy I want more then I've ever wanted anything doesn't want me.
Ever.

I thought I was falling into joy, and cozy sheets and love when really I was tumbling into a black hole.
I am so empty now I don't want to live.
Just the other day I was so excited for the future, with him.
I will always be alone.
Just like the moon.
Surrounded by stars but never gets to touch them, never getting to feel the heat that could make me happy.
 Aug 2018
Kartinee Mageswaran
Rub your rock, hard,
on my skin
As you would to start a fire.

Skin on skin,
Roughly,
Again and again.

Use that spark
& warm your stone cold heart.
 Aug 2018
The Nameless
Shaking shake shake quake quaking
Quake
         quake
                  quake

Falling like
         falling like         I’m burning like
                  Alexandria
Gonna lose it all like
         Gonna raze it all
                  like
         Alexandria
Gonna
                  gonna
Gotta
                           go
It’s         an
         act
                           shivering
Shimmering like
Falling stars
                  beautiful like
Burning like
Falling stars
                  we love pain
Like
         we love Jesus
Like
         we love
                  paintings of mangled flesh
and starving bodies like
         Streaming red on white flesh
It’s gotta be white flesh
                           with
                  red
         like apple candy red like
Seas like
                  Wine
Like
                           ****
It’s         an
         act
She said she said
         momma said
                  shut
Up
         shut
Stop up
                  Jesus didn’t cry
He
         Ate bread
                  didn’t blink
Didn’t think
         Drank wine
Burned like a falling star
         Gave up
Shut up
                           Died
 Aug 2018
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 Aug 2018
karleigh
the stars are projectors and we are merely figures
floating through sounds sent to us
by movie makers
dancing through space and time

the stage is set in space

we film now farthest from the sun and we wait
it's quieter here.
to dance without music is to pretend
to make believe
it has been quite some time since i'd last heard my favorite song
i am unsettled
as i should be in the role of the vagabond.
so i start to sing
and they tell me to continue on and the stars shine brighter.
blinding.
i see nothing. stunned.
i close my eyes
tears flooded with memories of a place where greens and blues
make me want to see
the world,

my world
i look to you
and i see it. i can hear it.

the music echoes throughout the system solar
vibrations sent through constellations
and the stars begin to shoot
the final scene

the beginning.

darkness.
 Aug 2018
cee
sometimes it's something
i'm still half away from you
most times it's nothing
you are the farthest i could view

i can't look you in the eye
that night still feels surreal
felt like truth sugarcoated with lie
things heart couldn't just conceal

now i'm having a hard time feeling
i don't know where to look
your candid disposition is lying
led me nowhere but stuck and hooked

sometimes there's something
things my lips refuse to say
most times there's nothing
things just go and fade away
 Aug 2018
Nobody
They act like foolish mice
lost in a maze,
with heart eyes, who only admire
and send praise;
so blown away, and
stuck in a dumb daze.
It’s amusing they excuse
your wicked ways,
and you can gladly starve
them all for days;
while smiling madly, not even fazed.
They’re dim and dull,
you need entertained.
You can’t help it, you think,
but don’t dare say,
to sustain your pointless little games;
that you can’t ever seem to abstain.
It’s the higher ground
you need to gain.
So lure them in enduring
your demented cage.
Provoke their wrath and
force them to cave,
spread your foul poison to
their every vein.
There’s no denying they’re enslaved,
locked tight in your chains.
 Aug 2018
Nobody
That appalling desire,
makes your heart beat so fast.
It’s an unsettling ritual,
which refuses to pass.
  The nagging need
   to feel something,
and make yourself bleed.
You must act and do it now,
you wait for the great release.
One slice turns into more,
and you need it to hurt.
No one must notice,
hence the morbid allure.
You can’t stop the impulse,
once the fuse is lit.
You tremble with sickly delight,
after every slit.
For now you’re done,
carving your skin.
Since the need seems gone,
even though it doesn’t last long.
But at least in those moments,
you feel that sweet song.
 Aug 2018
Chameleon
I looked in the mirror and all I saw was misery.
That happy girl with the happy glow is gone.
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