boringwonderland Dec 2017

I remember when your dad would beat you
those were the times I'd see you cry
I just wanted to help you fly
far away from all the hurt and pain
but you just wanted to die
you were a drain
you drained me
I was there for you through hell and back
when things got bad for me you'd just pack
bloody nose and drunken nights
remember that time you ran away
took too many drugs and almost died
and you blamed it all on me
I didn't give you those drugs
that made you feel like you were covered in bugs
your the one that cheated on me
I had to be free
from all the unimaginable pain you put me through
I was the one who flew
to get away from you and your blue eyes
a big part of me dies
when you come to this small town
we still hook up every time you visit
when you leave again it makes me want to paint my wrist
with deep red
and to go to sleep in bed

The Napkin Poet Oct 2017

Fleshy mucus dismantled
Spolied to the lust of choice women
Iron flows from the inner core
Nostrils burned by metallic redolence
A crimson red crust around me
I should have shot the skag when you offered me

Aislinn Conlon Sep 2017

The heroine of the story, I was perfect for you.
Together, inseparable just as it should be
Waves flowed over me with warmth and marvel,
storms of longing and delusion
~ oh it must be love...
But we both know its not
I see the way you look at her
I just chose to ignore it
Woe is me for being so shallow
I could nearly read 'love' on your lips
I never expected to be cast as an extra in my own film.
But I guess your story is not mine to shape...
One day i will be a heroine
I just thought i would be yours.

whoosh a rabbit hop these tails and there
arose those ears only to avow each step
through the freshly cut grass ahead

with just their paths to hoe then nibbling

with raps round afar that supplely dug afield but prose ajar
this piedmont in a poetic depth just to find another hole
and lined with attaché won this most harrowing thought
of yesterday's eclipse that a shriek of ebriosity
incandescently taught a caper night of fun

avalon Aug 2017

crushes frail men underfoot
scattering yellow-bellied petals
like feeding corn
for her foxes.

my atalanta
holds the tongues and throats of kings
choking them,
forcing their poison back
down their throats.

my atalanta
burns institutions and skyscrapers
enveloping cities in magma
blowing them away
like cigarette ash.

Sam Aug 2017

She doesn't wear a cape
And sure can't lift a car
But she hold me when I'm broken
And sees past all my scars
The world's burning faster
Each day a new disaster
She can't save every soul
But god she sure saved mine

Nadia DeLevea Jul 2017

Weary, so weary. ..
Exhausted I'm spent.
I'm broke down,
I'm damaged,
Ive got nothing left.

Weakness taken hold,
Strength nonexistent.
Dazed and confused,
I just need a minute!

To catch my breath!
To find my sight!
Before I lose my balance!
Just hold on!
One more step!
Where's the map?
I'm lost!
I've had it!

With bones of glass,
With paper skin,
With hands that won't quit shaking.
I can't hold on,
Alone again,
I'm cracked, I'm suffocating.

My mind frazzled,
My heart defeated.
My courage lost at sea.
Dragging my baggage,
I stand at the edge,
I cannot even see!

I scream straight from my soul.
Holler out with no control.
Fatigued, defenseless, collapsed,
Silent tears soak my knees.
I sob, I weep, I cry out loud,
Why me,
Can't breath,
Knocked to the ground.

Yet no one will know,
Or don't seem to care.
How fragile they've made me,
Each taking their share.
I beg, I plea, I gag on spite,
I hear them laugh in great delight.

They light me up,
They burn me down.
They dance on top,
They spin around.
They drag me under,
They watch me suffer,
They walk away,
They grin and chuckle.

Gasping for life,
Pull myself from the rubble,
A shadow of ashes,
An outline in dust,
Flames lit in my soul,
Give strength from within.
A Phoenix I rise,
No choice,
I must.

Glass is  Sharpest when Broken™  By Nadia DeLevea
Temporal Fugue Mar 2017

Doing what must be done, even though the nerves are shot
pretending it was painless, despite all knowing, it was not

Heroes come and heroes go, none a simple type of quest
fighting up and beyond, bound too, an honorable request

Whatever holds the mind to need, following the line to end
adhering stricture, the innocent and weak, too protect and defend

Without this glue, where would we be, it holds the true and brave
binding to the heart and soul, and far, beyond the grave

Deeds speak louder than words, but words, define, the deed...
Baylee Jan 2017

Confined to the four walls of my room,
Lost without you,
Locked away in my self made tomb.
Crying into my pillow
Til its tear stained on both sides,
Knowing that that was our last goodbye.
I miss you.
There is nothing left to do but
Reminisce you,
And I intend to.
You were my heroin.
And when I was down,
You were my heroine.
But now that well is dry,
So I drown my sorrows in booze
And all I do is cry.
I don't know why you left me,
But it makes sense;
I'm depressing, you see.
But it's okay because
I have a lot of time alone,
To think of where I first went wrong.
But you're all I seem to want,
You're all I ever think of,
And your presence haunts my thoughts.

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