Anon Dec 6

Trauma sits heavy upon my chest, decreasing my ability to express.

My hurt is big, my shame is thick,
My behavior can be so toxic.

I am so sorry this darkness flies out
From beneath my shackled chest

And I am so horrified, that it is with you
My painful poisin comes to rest

This is an expression of hurting people I love because I haven't healed enough from my own abuse trauma.

To know her is not just knowing her
name, birthday and her favorites.

No, to know her you have to notice all the
little things that make her, her.

The way her fingers tap when her favorite
song is playing out loud.

The way her eyes always search for that
one particular person in the crowd.

The way she holds back a smile when
his name is mentioned.

Most of all, how she is when she is all by herself.

Nothing shows better how a person is,
than their behavior alone.
Then she is a hundred percent herself,
and that, my love, is the girl you want to know.

Jewel M C Nov 21

AVOID EYE-CONTACT

        / don't blink /

you don't wanna know what THEY might think

make sure your movements stay in-sync

                            * * *

   be sure not to draw any attention

     ignore the subtle apprehension

that you may be in an alternate dimension


                              * * *

       don't let your lips move while you speak

wipe off your tear-stained cheek

        don't let THEM think you're weak

just pretend you’re playing hide-and-seek

 

but don’t let them find you

& make sure you’re hidden from THEIR view

you don’t wanna get lost for good, do you?

Surya Teja M Oct 26

In the name of your love,
In the sense of your touch,
In the feel of your breath
I'm going…
I’m going alone.

Far away from the woods,
Far away from the roads
To the brink of this world
To jump into my own world.
I’m going…
I’m going alone.  

Hate is must in this world
Starving to death is so common
Marketing is a hobby, and
Deception is an art
I can’t hate, I can’t cheat
I won’t market my labor
I won’t business my art
I won’t sell my heart, and
I won’t invest my mind, so
I’m going…
I’m going alone.  

Painful to stride on thorns,
Awful to ride all nights
Still I love to go
To the world where
I wish to grow.
I’m going…
I’m going alone.

My world is full of love
I wish you to come
I know you can’t live there
Like a delicate bird in cage.
Every look harms you,
Every touch hurts you,
Every word breaks you
Every memory pricks you, still
I don’t know why you’re there?
I stretch my hand
To make a bond.
I’m waiting…
I’m waiting alone.

This is an appeal to create and live in a better place
Surya Teja M Oct 26

The joy is inexplicable
When the dawn is out to warm you
But, nothing gold can stay:
It turns into burning fire
And sucks your blood out of you.

Dancing in drizzling rain
Reminds you how beautiful you are
But, nothing gold can stay:
Hurricanes bring down big guns
And shoot you to dead in rain.

The wanton scenery
Is also nature's first gold-
The gold that can not stay.

I am the Nature
My gold turns into stone
It is your love that matters
I am bipolar, I am your lover
A lover who can't be always
The Nature's first Gold.

Gabriel burnS Oct 18

Too good and yet true
Too beautiful
To taste
Without falling in daze
Without following
Delirious
Aroma trail
Of craving
On the back of my tongue
I’m getting equal measures
Of heaven and hell
Perfectly balanced

My eyes are my traitors
Plotting to open the gates
Sending stowaway warriors
Whom I never gave orders
To slip behind walls
Of thickest black pupils
In the Trojan horse
That my eager look is

And gazes are bridges
Unwillingly
Supporting the siege
Of epiphanies
You and me
Caught in our ambush
Completely surrounded by Us

Mims Oct 6

Tonight I will not throw a temper tantrum at the sky,
For not showing me the stars,
I've waited all day for.

Don't blame the sky, for the clouds mistakes

i feed my drugs depression
on weekdays
my cigarettes
my weeds
how i gaslight the other addictions
promising weekends
to come with fury
though. . .
sometimes, i promise too much
and we reach much too far
and it almost looks like a suicide
attempt
come monday
with extremely bloodshot eyes
i arise to feed the week
with what is left of me
weaker, every time
getting weirder,
every time

John Reilly Sep 7

Out of sorts
At least I am out
New sort of me
In a new part of town
While the same old doubts
Whip about
None of this was here before
Not that I knew of
It certainly did not
Spring forth
Out of the blue
It just feels that way
Unplanned
Yet inevitable
Steel and glass monoliths
Shatter and break
The tarmac
What was
Once a barren streetscape
Neglected opportunity
Now is a grand opening
From desolate
To prescient
A megalopolis
Of mindfulness
That reflects back
The question
What do you want
These vessels
To be
Window dressings
All this
Brand newness
An exercise
Is not an exorcism
Just
A rebranding
Of emptiness

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