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Stark Nov 2018
A gaping hole
Straight through the brain
Perfectly cylindrical
Holds no mercy as it rings
Through my body

The gun is still smoking
From the heat of his hatred
Shot right through my brain
Can’t even consume it
The idea that he had done it

Silver bullet through my brain
Saint Audrey Nov 2018
I can't see the bright side
Why'd you look me in the eyes
This time

But let's
Go
Out or something
Lately
I've been feeling
Like its Sunday

So let's
Head
Down to the lake house
Lately
I've been feeling
Like its Sunday
All the time
Gargee Pareek Sep 2018
And I hold an ocean full of you
inside of me
swimming too deep
can barely breath
stuck in your melody
all day/night on repeat

I find you at a place
where feelings outweigh reasons
and words fall short
where the heart only knows
what it seeks

The sunset in all its glory
You.
Me.
There.
all the orange outside the lines
splayed on the faces
Yours and mine

And when the dying star breathes its last peace
I look into your eyes and see me.
solfang Aug 2018
the reason
I'm happy every day
is because
I woke up
from a nightmare
that almost consumed me
the night before.

and I laugh
for I fear;
when I face
the same nightmare again
I wouldn't wake up
to see
the day after tonight.
the pain from my anxiety is getting into me. every night.
Sometimes, I'm afraid that I wouldn't wake up to see the day after tonight.
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
How many hearts will cause a man to fume
How many heats must be enraged with fire
How many hearts will a hungry soul consume
How many hearts actually follow their life's desire

How many hearts are frozen without a beat
How many hearts are left buried in the cold
How many hearts except total utter defeat
How many hearts never take off the blindfold

These questions we may never know
until we are the lost wandering souls
in the Styx's black meadow
while loved ones are left to condole
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


The breath of fire,
the steps of ice

Locked in an
eternal dance

Drink from the glass
of ice, and all you are
is preserved

Drink from the wine of
fire, and all you are
will absorb and grow,
spread, warm and


destroy


^-^
Ron Gavalik Jul 2018
Nothing feels so empty as easy satisfaction
that requires little effort or sacrifice.
As filthy Johns in search of ******,
we salivate over and consume
the blood and the passion
of the artists who offer their beauty
in the hopes of small rewards.
In a gluttonous feast, we take
what we want, and without
offering one cup of coffee
or even a slice of bread.

-Ron Gavalik
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Danielle May 2018
We bared our teeth.
Tight, mocking grins.
Your expectations ours to devour.

We hunt and haunt
These distorted roads.
We wait, timeless, to consume or free you.
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