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William de klerk Apr 2018
Happiness vibrates in my chest
and echos down my spine.
Thousands of tiny electric shocks
Excite my bones,
as My heart beats faster and louder
than My tapping foot.

My chest is tight , like a fierce embrace.
My mind buzzes like a confused crowd
as My focus shatters like the plate
I dropped

Tong tied and speechless.
Out of joy I collapse
My excited bones
       Give out
                        Underneath Me
My tied tongue spouts mumbled riddles
While My brain beats against the side of
My skull.

My tapping heart inflates
My veins like a balloon
i’M Locked away in my body
Limp and Scared

I scream out...
       I am still here
The voice rattles in my mind
as I remain silent

Held hostage with a plastic smile
Fading slowly into unconsciousness
I let go
Comatose

-M.O.I
This is the description of my first stroke like event when I was 16. My mind was scattered and I was trapped in a mumbling lost state. My entire body exploded in a sensation that’s very similar to holding onto an electric fense.
Kayla Apr 2018
I knew loving you  
             Was a mistake
                     But it was
                             A mistake
                                         I was
                                              Willing
                                                          To
                                                              Make
Apr 2018
of all the mistakes
you will make
avoid ruining
the trust that
one has for you

see trust as water.

when water spills
you can always
soak it back up

but
it will never
be the same amount
that it initially was.









-z
—-the truth about trust
b Apr 2018
i am too aware of my own image to be who i am.


i dont know who i am


i shaved my beard off the other day.
ive never made a bigger mistake.
i look like a child.
i am a child.
i never want to look like a child.

my neck looks bigger
my face appears to be melting.
i guess thats what
was under all the wool.

i dont have the ***** to live like bukowski
and if i did
i wouldnt be bukowski anyway.

ill be honest in saying
i dont know anything
and the things i have learned
came at the expense
of something i thought i knew.
theres a knife in my stomach
two right hands around the grip
two lefts pointing blame at one another
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
This is my mistake.
Not yours. Not anyone else's. Mine.
This was my doing.
I'll take all the booing;
That's just fine.
I'll show what this mistake
Is able to make.
Petrichor Mar 2018
My paper is empty,
disappointing me.

Word of ink,
all invisible.
I'm scared to write it down.
Scared that if I do,
I'll feel again.

Feel the pain I
abandoned.

Your name,
tingles at
the tip of my tongue.

I try to roll it down,
but it stays there,
like the spice after the
chilli.

You stay,
reminding me of
us.
Reminding me
of our mistake
of turning you and I
into
US
To pen this down my hands shook, begging to hold yours//
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