kate 15h

It bubbles and pops in the pit of your chest

Waiting and sizzling until it's ready to burst

The feel of white-knuckled fists

And the clenching of teeth

It is slow and burning

Or quick and explosive

Hot to the touch and swift to leave

Loud and booming, hurtful and scarring

It breaks and takes and destroys

Never satisfied until it gets more and more

The forms it takes are too many to count

White-hot rage or aggressive remarks, to

Quiet suffering, alone and apart

C 2d

Who do you call when you are having the having the most miserable day?
Who do you call when you just have something to say?
Who do you call when you're doing just okay?
Who do you call just to complain?
Who do you call when you think you're going insane?

Who always answers?

"I'm trying to find the perfect one," he says.

Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you're blind.
You lost your sense of sight a long time ago.
You lost the ability to see the beautiful things of the world.
The true things.
The honest things.

The things that love your stupid jokes and the way you laugh at yourself for telling them.

The things that offer for you to lick the brownie batter even though it's her favorite.

The things that will watch those horribly childish shows you recommend because she knows it will make you happy.

Those things that listen to your complaints about being tired, even though she is exhausted herself, and helps you find a restaurant to get some dinner when you could easily ask Siri.

The thing that, unlike most genies, would let you wish for more wishes.

The thing that you're too blind to appreciate.

Who will you call now?

True story, folks.
C 2d

She falls
tumbling further into the pitch black abyss
grasping at words of twisted manipulation
disguised as sturdy branches
that could end her perpetual falling
if she would just grab onto them.
She envisions thick, reliable branches
of kind words and attention that
she could firmly hold
and plant her searching roots into.
One that would support
her dreams and
her home and
her love.
She hopes and wishes as
she is grasping at the black air.
But,
until then,
She falls.

Yeah

from apogee to full moon blue
the lunar sea crept into view
it's effigy, a face I knew
inviting me to join his crew

I heard hypnotic, thought implants
sent senses septic, state entranced
loosened logic, acumen askance
mystic mind trick or circumstance?

wits in withdrawal, absent norms
frantic free fall, psycho swarms
total recall, phantom forms
in dusty squalls of lunar storms

then colour blind and seeing red
from kith unkind I'd over-fed
felt undermined so went to bed
pressed rewind and woke up dead

the moon decrees these things to do
it's lunacy but somehow true
from apogee to full moon blue
this time me but next time who?

M-O-O-N
that spells mood
laws yes
Lily Thibert Jul 18

Have you ever felt empty inside?
Have you ever felt that  feeling of nothingness in the pit of your stomach
and it just stays and lingers for a little while,
you can't tell if it's from the lack of emotions or food.
You say you have it under control when really it has control
One bite and your thighs are like balloons blowing up
Two bites and you are suddenly 10 pounds heavier.
Have you ever felt That beautiful feeling of a hot cup of tea going down your empty stomach almost as a warmth, cause it may be July but you are just so cold.
The concealers you use on your knuckles to hide the marks of when your teeth hit cause your finger
just can't empty out all the hate you have filling your stomach
this isn't a poem about getting better.
This is a poem of what it's like without the better ending
the story of the girl who starved her self with a plate before her.
How selfish she was.

SATAN'S GIRL Oct 11

Misunderstandings.
Anger.
Sadness.
I want to run away.

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
Victoria Oct 3

Is it worth the lives that are lost
The knives
The guns
The ammo
The litte girl without a father
The little boy screaming mother
The sister who now doesn't have a brother
The brother who sister is now gone
And violence is still number one
Is it worth crying over a husbands lost life
When he got mugged by a stranger
With a knife
46 dollars a friend lost his life
Is it worth the wife who had nothing to give
All she wanted to do was live
To see her kids
Got shot instead
And now her kids are crying cause shes dead
Is it worth the pain that comes with
Is violence really
Worth it

Shaima Sep 27

maybe I've been so lost
that I no longer have a home.
if this is my new sanity
i might as well go mad all the way.
better die in pain
than live a lie.
shoot me already,
I'm not built for battle.
I'm just trying to be.

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