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Dec 2017 CeilingStar

love

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

Elle H

love

‘How do you tell someone you stopped loving them?’
I told you, ‘you don’t.’
You can’t tell them because it’ll cause heartbreak.
You can’t look them in the eyes and tell them that; that you the person they are most vulnerable to, has stopped loving them.

#stopped #heartbreak #you #me #us #love

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

2+1

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

Enigmatic Puppet

2+1

Why do you say
"2+1=3"
And look at me when I disagree?

You say
"It's basic math: 1, 2, 3.
Add 2 and 1 together and they naturally give you 3"

But I beg to differ
And pray do hear me out

2+1
What does that tell you
Two with the addition of one

3
What does that tell you
Three. Simply. Three

And whilst mathematically
the addition of 2 and 1 does equal 3

2+1: Forced amalgamation of two disparate terms
3: One simple solid term

How then can you claim 2+1=3
2+1=/=3

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

Crush

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

JK Cabresos

Crush

You are
a firefly sparkling
in the night
of my solitude,
dancing on the trees
giving vistas of freedom
for my words
trapped in silence.

You are
a perfect melody
of longing
my heart succumbed
its deepest desires,
of a nightmare
pretending
to be a sweet dream.

You are
a beautiful cloud
after a sudden rain,
your smiles
are the shades
of a rainbow
on a whimsical day,
you are now
an inch from me
but still
a universe away.

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

Give It Up

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

Ron Gavalik

Give It Up

Indoors on a cold night
two days before the year's end,
a tall glass of whiskey,
and acoustic reinterpretations
of Pink Floyd fills the house.
No human has visited heaven
and returned to describe the afterlife,
but if it's anything like this,
I'm ready to give up the job,
the bills, and the disappointment
for a ride on that cloud.

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

its only a body

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

CE

its only a body

sometimes it was only a suggestion,
disappointed glances when I say I don't know if I can

sometimes it was a knife up against my thigh, my only hope holding still and doing as you say

sometimes it was pretending to pass out so you would stop choking me

but sometimes it was only a feeling
a feeling I could ignore

for a second this is real
passionate, it feels good

and it doesn't hurt me

only for a second

but
those kind gentle eyes turn black and mean

and sweet and kind smiles turn into snarling dog bites

I don't know if I like it or not

but this feeling when I turn it down

guilt, shame, I couldn't say

all I know is
you don't have to worry

my body is just flesh
and my blood is just red

and 'no' is just a word

just ptsd things: having nightmares about people you love and trust in the position of your abuser.

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

to Love

Dec 2017 CeilingStar

Ray Shek

to Love

there is something powerful about holding
a pen in your hand and writing down
all of the things that you know
and that you
don’t

so my tearstains litter the page like petals
falling from my pen
because my eyes have lost their caring long ago
I’m not sure when
but at some point being okay
became more important than being alive so

I don’t really cry anymore. can’t.
sometimes I know that I should but
the tears don’t come and I feel
a little less than human

but this is how i love myself:
honest ink tracing words of the heart
words that hold my essence better than i ever could
words that voice my joy and my hope and my anguish
words
words
words

#writing #purpose #love #words #hamlet #depression #tears