Nemo W: Favorites

Dec 2016 Nemo W

Colm

Everytime I write, I write to prove something to myself. To reassure me and my kind that not all of thoughts are meant to stay inside of this head, this house, this old heart of mine.

Which is not to say that my thoughts could not be better expressed in some other way. As a matter of fact in the past they have. Which is why for years they did decline and always prefered to stay inside, to enjoy the corridors of a more well known mind.

And yet every day somehow I pull my thoughts and have them placed here now. Having warned them many years ago, that one day they would have to be more... Sociable, and honest with the world about where they would like to go.

Because if you only keep your thoughts to yourself, how can those around you be expected to help? As you press and press for something else, and somehow try and prove to yourself, that you can flip your own mind inside out and share about all that you create anew.

It is the head within the house of my heart which knows these sentiments to be true.

TBC?

#poem #poetry #the #out #head #inside #house #within #scribbles #sean

Dec 2016 Nemo W

like a meteor

Dec 2016 Nemo W

yuki

like a meteor

like a meteor
that falls to the earth
she fell

like a meteor
and it's small pieces
that scatter when it crashes

like the broken pieces
that lay on the ground
she was lost
she was broken

but the feeling of falling was all worth it.

#love #fall #she #meteor

Dec 2016 Nemo W

fresh meat

Dec 2016 Nemo W

Annie McLaughlin

fresh meat

grade nine, cold feet, new beginning
when is this going to end?
counting the scars, but only the visible ones
43.
is that enough to send me to the counselor?
i sit down, squint my eyes
****, everything hurts
but i can't complain
i did this to myself
"oh my god, what happened?"
pretty girl asks from across the table
accident.
that's what i say
it's always an accident.
day is done, get on the bus, wait to cry
second stop
i get off
go into my room
more scars
they keep adding up
i'm not going to make it past 14.
17 now
happy moments
oh, ****
i still have scars, don't i?

It's hard to write about what happened to me in 9th grade. It's hard to really acknowledge that these things happened.

#sad #depression #lonely #pain #selfharm #scars #freshman #freshmeat

Dec 2016 Nemo W

Dilemna

Dec 2016 Nemo W

D 3

Dilemna

I have a dilemna
You see there’s this girl and
She’s so gorgeous
She’s so beautiful.
I love the way the light bounces
Off of her eyes
I love the wrinkles around her eyes
When she smiles.
I love her dimples.
She has two of them you know.
I love how I get butterflies when
I think about how she says name.
I get butterflies when I think about
how she likes to mess with my hair.
I get butterflies when she calls my name.
I get butterflies when I see her walk down the hallway.
I can’t stand to see her unhappy.
When she’s crying in the bathroom,
I want to tell her so bad that she’s beautiful
And I’ve spent so much time trying
To recreate the color of her eyes
When she smiles in the sun.
When she’s contemplating life,
I want to tell her,
the wrinkles around her eyes
when she smiles are far too precious
to live without.
I want to tell her I have tried a thousand times
To draw her coffee brown curls
That embody her soul.
She is just so beautiful.
I want to tell her,
No matter the mood, I will always love the way
Her eyes were always passionate when they turned upon
The things she adored most.
I want us to have a future together.
But she’ll think I’m weird
Because you’re not supposed to look
at your friends that way.
I guess I could consider myself lucky
To have someone as beautiful as her in my life,
That is if he loved me.

#love #friends

Dec 2016 Nemo W

Vines of Lust

Dec 2016 Nemo W

MarcellinaGrace

Vines of Lust

Streaming light and healing tides

Roots seeking up in search of life

Eager for thirst from all sides

Regardless of nature's rife

#love #poem #poetry #lust #nature #emotions #attention #amwriting #writepoetry #feedmelove

Dec 2016 Nemo W

Picture this---

Dec 2016 Nemo W

ktarrpropaganda

Picture this---

Me sitting in a chair with my usual poor posture
-we'll call this rest.

Behind me, a beautiful white ****** canvas
-we'll call this potential.

A shotgun loaded with paintbrushes
-we'll call this the medium.

Barrel in my mouth, the trigger clicks, then
  BOOM
-we'll call this expression.

Look past my limp soulless body to the now finished canvas. What do you think?
-we'll call this interpretation.

The reds are deep and the blues are true; little chunks of grey matter
-we'll call this promise.

However, it all dries black in the end
-we'll call this accurate.

Me still alive in my chair staring at the wall. Pen in my mouth. Ink in my teeth
-we'll call this gnashing insignificance.

I want to die often but tend to end up living instead.

#suicide #paint #depression #art #brains #canvas #expression #splatter