Maria Villalta

Aug 2014

Megan Wilcox

Hell.

Hell* is at my door
knocking in some rhetorical rhyme
mimicking the voices
inside my head

"Get out of my ******* house"
screams my fathers voice
as his fist hits the yellow walls
of our dainty but quaint kitchen.

"You're just going to end up pregnant"
my mothers shill voice cries out
reminiscing in her past mistakes
blaming me for her horrible life.

"I was just your friend because i felt bad for you"
whined my best friend of ten years
swearing up and down
that I was a jealous, no good, compulsive liar.

"It just wasn't meant to be"
his voice echoed to my soul
breaking me down piece by piece
and walking away forever

My own personal hell
trapping me in the confines of the people I love the most
Haunting me with their displeasure
tormenting me to death

But death sounds like the perfect escape
away from this profane hell
occupying my home, mind, soul, and heart
who's still knocking at my door.

I broke down tonight and wrote what pains my heart the most. These past few months have been hell for me and i need to escape.

#hell #depression #pain

Aug 2014

Ryan Topez

Jim Morrison Is My Only Friend

My whiskey habit is complimented then insulted by the ever temperamental voice of Jim Morrison,
I listen to Alabama Song by The Doors
I throw my pen and page
In an anger induced rage
As my mind recites the wrong words
To his poems and songs
His voice plays on repeat
All i can do is blame myself as the primitive synth dances it's oscillating tunes through one of my depleted senses.
My hearing
Mojo Rising's face crudely made into pop art painting by a fan, an idoliser's image
Suddenly the fender telecaster takes over the smokey airways
Hypnotising, mesmerising
as it fills the space between the barely conscious being and the walls that surround
The tempo of the snare, tom and high hat slows
I now have time to gather my ever harsh and bitter thoughts
Harsh like the whiskey, bitter like me

Errors are inevitable, go **** yourselves

Aug 2014

suicidal twitch

Drifting alone

I sometimes close my eyes, and drift into nothing.
I breath softly at the quietness it will bring.
I would open my eyes, only to see white.
Time would stop, no day or night.
Just me drifting to places unknown.
Just me drifting, all alone.

Maria Villalta Aug 2014

Hope

I found you when I was miserable,
or maybe just alone and bored.
The way I found you was unexpectable,
or maybe just unbelievable.

I know I may not have the chance,
to meet you and tell you
that I love you.

I know we live a lot of miles away,
but that doesn't make me stop loving you.

But I believe in dreams,
and I know I would make my dream true.
I know I would hug you,
and that would be the best day of my life.

(m.v.a)

#poem #hope #dreams #believe #positive

Aug 2014

Poppy Johnson

a definition of humanity

this is who we are:
we are seven billion
lonely souls
wandering this earth
trying to free
ourselves from this
heavy feeling
in our chests.

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