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vohnul buchet May 12
I'm dying by hunger
he said
and I remembered about
all these ruined places
and its children
and their mothers
no
you're not dying

you just still don't have enough capacity
to realize
that you don't need a new jacket
and shoes
you own muddy ones in the hallway
and the others you don't like
*******
give me
a better reason

and try
to swallow your dreams
and keep them
in a digestive tract
to the last second
of not giving a ****

as the ones who are trying to fall asleep now
on the pillow of tomorrow's death
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
Jaxey Feb 28
it's up here I can see
just how small we all are
and yet together
we can make for
quite a beautiful view
Ivy Leigh Feb 4
Why was I relieved
to betray
and live up to the negative
expectations I fear
any partner may have for me?
The fear that I could
give them any reason to leave
or any hurt if they stay.
I remember it felt soft
and generous
to sit on the hardwood floor
and finally forget myself.
The thing I cherished most
in my subconsciousness
was that I know they understood
the kind of thinks I hold onto in my heart.
Plus, they didn't change size
like shrinking or even growing,
and I wasn't afraid.
Until I remembered the person
in the next room
who was just waiting for this
to happen.
p.s. may need some light editing

2/3/20
Ptax Kuro Jan 13
After that, the floor had to be
dried for several days
using a hairdryer,
iron
and wiping,
keeping the window permanently open.
During this time the purchased roll
of new floorcovering
managed to reach room temperature.
New planks were quickly installed
instead of the stripped ones,
and then the entire floor was lined
with 6 mm plywood to avoid leveling.
A new monotone polyvinyl layer
was placed on the adhesive
and double-sided tape
(for fixation).
The seams were joined by silicone
sealant. After that,
the repair was completed,
as it is common to lay the lino
at the end.
Ptax Kuro Jan 13
Under the vynil
much of the flooring was dry,
but planks near the wall began to rot
and the smell couldn't got
rid of. Vinyl was laid here
in two layers, as the old one
hadn't been removed.
But the felt at the base
was soaked;
there was no reason to keep it.
At first, the flooring could be
easily removed by hand, sometimes
snapping off
with twinned pieces at once,
but after half of the work was done
the vinyl ceased to come off
in whole parts: either
it was constantly torn and stick
with glued pieces
or the pattern layer was
peeling off the base.
The baseboard was thrown into the corridor,
but eventually it ended up in a dump,
(like a ridge) broken in many places.
The areas where the adhesive
remained firm required a constant
flow of boiling water,
so the kettle was put to use.
Wait a few minutes after pouring it
on the glued felt. Then vigorously
remove with a scraper and a taping knife.
After that the dirt had to be washed separately,
but it didn't matter compared to the cost of the solvent.
Finally, blood-soaked planks
were broken off and thrown away.
The Wild Rake Dec 2019
┍━━━━━━━☟━━━━━━━┑
ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ'ˢ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ
ᵀʷᵒ ᵇᵒᵈᶦᵉˢ ᵉⁿᵗʷᶦⁿᵉᵈ.
┕━━━━━━━☝︎━━━━━━━┙
Katerina Landon Nov 2019
Tell me honestly: do I deserve this?
Feeling scared of your silent smile.
If we never explore the connection, I
will certainly call it a miss.
Maybe later on some other continent
I will get to experience life.
But for now I have only resentment
And a head full of dreams and the light.
Want to share them with you, want to tell you
How I've been and what did on that day.
Want to hear all your stories of glory or
When you felt like the world has turned blue.
This is such inexplicable fantasy
I can't stay in this state anymore.
Beg of you, for the sake of my sanity
Leave me here on this cold marble floor.
Jules Oct 2019
What a **** up
You're all alone
On the floor
What's the water works for?
That's right
You dramatized a simple interaction
What a break down
What a nice town
What a **** up
Anna Sep 2019
I hit the kitchen floor
With a soft thud
Suddenly, I taste the blood flavor
Of the pool that runs over my forehead.

He is right over me
The eyes I felt in love surround me
They make me fear in
And like a frail baby I start trembling.

I lost my regard
Lightning a cigarette
It tastes like your lips, vicious.

Breathing my last air
While I have you in my head
And a demon over my shoulder.
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