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holly Dec 2019
i take everything like it’s a
song, and then a movie, and then a song again.
and then a medicinal textbook: terrifying, and terrifyingly true, and it says
Donate your stomach to the cause! Donate your lungs, your eyes. Donate your heart.
scooped out melon-ball and piled into the back
of the ambulance, off to
greener pastures or
cleaner emergency rooms.
sorry about the ambulance. sorry about the
sad stories and the empty ones.
the brittle voice and shaking hands.
there’s much more to apologize for but
i am in a different place,
birds in churches and
hardware stores.
i tied my tether tightly,
looked ahead,
he said
Be careful.
and i didn’t know how to tell him,
didn’t know how to explain
any of it, so i just let the tape run backwards.
there’s that play that ends the way it begins:
I went all the way around the world!
"for you" is implicit. "for you" is a message whispered in the dark,
orpheus at the yawning mouth of hell,
I’d do anything.
how far into darkness would you tread
to give someone else light?
i am burning up with it, i cannot bear it any longer.
i know you’re out there
turn your flashlights on. come find me.
Bugs Spencer Dec 2019
Life is not a movie
It is not full of tropes
Or unrealistic hopes
Just some ropes
Binding you to the choices you make
Consequences for everything you do
Some make it through life by being fake
Some by their passion

My mistakes keep me awake
I can feel myself break
What’s at stake?
If I cross that line
Can I ever be fine?
I will not whine
for more time
I now have to make a choice
And find my own voice
You can find your voice. Just take a breath. Let the past go and focus on the now.
Radhika Lusted Nov 2019
We’re in the same boat
No idea where we’re sailing
No sight of location  
For we are the destination
Our days roll away like dropped coins.
Individual moments are continually lost,
Often never to be reflected upon again.
But the epochs of a full life remain,
Safeguarded by the cushions of our couch,
Waiting for when we are in need of a treat.
Tess M Nov 2019
me
what defines
it
who defines
it
I know

They
do

Me
who
they
want
me to
be
Mandi Wolfe Nov 2019
Sleepy Sounds-
cacophony of the
shared studio apartment
An island of misfit
toys
Some straight from
the factory with
missing parts
Some with
limbs lost over
time
All wandered/fled/abandoned
here
neglected/broken/discarded
Five sets of
eyes
finally closed to
imperfection/rejection/expectation
All found now
in this place
Whole
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