ItxNotTrixh

ItxNotTrixh Jul 2020

one final time
before i have to let you go ?
because simply grazing your
skin would be enough
to douse the fire in my chest
that hasn’t stopped burning
since the night you left.

ItxNotTrixh May 2020

- toss -

she tosses her hands
     but shes still left with her head
she tosses that too
     but shes still left with her heart
she tosses her heart
     but it still hurts like hell
so she tosses herself
     and now there's nothing left
     to toss.

inspired by richard siken's "seaside improvisation"

Sep 2019

Jude Quinn

Humans

Do you remember your dream?
The one where you finally felt
emotionally complex,
the one where you looked in the mirror
and were able to call yourself
"A real human being"?

These days I wake-up
every cold morning
and have some trouble remembering it.
I look around and see
many have the same problem as me.

Perhaps
the key is to realize
we are not alone.

We are all a little lost.

#humanity #lost #dream

Sep 2019

Cameron W

Last goodbye

I cannot lie and say it will not break my heart,
To loose you even more, to be so far apart,
And I know the way I am, sorry it will be farewell,
For id rather stay silent, a truth too hard to tell,
I can make an empty promise, say we'll keep in touch,
But to put myself through such misery will truly be too much,
So I’m waiting for the day you no longer rule my dreams,
I see your face less clearly when I close my eyes it seems,
Blurring out the last few good parts of me,
Until like you they become just a memory.

ItxNotTrixh Aug 2019

//purple//

Color me purple
Fill me with those reds and blues
Paint over me
with those gentle lavender hues
draw me like one of those sunsets
that makes you cry
color me purple
color me whole
color me a picture-perfect painting
my love, i beg you
color me.

its been a while hasnt it ?
purple is just one of those colors that just soaks into me i guess ? idk im painting my room and its bringing back some memories i guess :/oof

Aug 2019

Jordan St Angelo

Ode to my anti-psychotics

I think this is what it feels like
to be even somewhat a normal person?

Is that what it feels like
to be stable?
Not sad?
Not manic?
No some god-awful mixture
of both at the same time?

I don't have much to say.
I only write poems when I'm sad.
Or manic.
Or mixed.
And I'm not.

I'm really not.