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ava Dec 2019
from nerves, I cannibalise my fingers
my blood clots, and dries out
crusty and painful
yet I keep on pressing, biting
because it gives me focus
a sick type of satisfaction,
a sense of control.

I whine tears leak out, my eyelids stuttering,
Tired
my fingers bit, bone exposed and ******
my fingernails and fingerprints
all gone,
remains lay in my stomach
acid consuming the scraps of skin
this is what I call my very own cannibalism.
Sabika H Jan 2020
It hits like a bullet.
Caught off guard,
Triggered by the circumstance,
Fuelled with the negative thought,
Your mind starts to race and all sense is blur.

It hits like a tsunami.
One second you could breathe,
The next your nostrils and mouth is forced shut,
Your insides are burning,
You’re crashing against sorrows
And there’s oh so much desperation
For the need to simply
Breathe.

When the feeling is this intense
You won’t know what hit you.
Peter Tanner Nov 2019
The bird struggled to its feet
The day had finally come
In fear the bird gave a small tweet
The first flight is frightening to some
Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less
To me this is comparable to my own stress
I asked her out, she said yes.
I thought my trial had ended
I flew from the tree and didn’t fall
But now is the greatest test of them all
Will I survive the world of prey?
Or will I fall victim and dark be my days?
No one knows til the end is come
Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young.
Or one with the earth the bird has become
She said yes but will the first date go well? If not will it spell the end?
Angela Rose Oct 2019
You're not my type
Not in the slightest
But yet, there you are making me ever so nervous
And yet, here I am primping myself up for no reason

You're not my type
Not in the conventional ways
But yet, here you are saying my name and I blush
And yet, here I am writing about someone who doesn't notice me

You're an anomaly in my day to day functions and I am ready to explore
S Sep 2019
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
The sound of our feet moving on the dance floor.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Me sitting on the concrete outside the vintage store.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Is it selfish to ask for something more?
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Or am I just scared that I’m not what you are looking for?
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
The racing of my heart as I work up the nerves.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Trying to resist what I want to preserve.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
I’m sorry it took the moon thirty six cycles for me to come to my senses.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
No- not senses, for me to make up my **** mind.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
This is simply hard to find.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
I guess I was more ready than I realized.
Merinda Sep 2019
Shining light was burning in burst
Shattered into dark colors
Made those stars such a liar
Shooting light through the darkness
Looking for forgiveness
Too reaching fantasy in fearless
It gave me nerves
To think about someone that never loves
seraph Aug 2019
The tremble of your lips grasping at the idea of sound, of sentences.
What is there to share, what to make of secrets?

The soft, swift, brief touch of our knees,
The recoil that follows immediately.

The pattering of your voice over the chatter of the shop
making the mundane a private, intimate affair.

The way you shifted in your seat next to me,
Concerned with the space you and I and we were occupying.

The tentative nature of your suggestions,
How you watched and waited for me to lead.
Zukiswa Mvunguse Jul 2019
SOMETIMES WHEN LEFT TO MY OWN DEVICES
MY MIND BEGINS TO WANDER
REPLAYING PAST EVENTS, QUESTIONING PAST DECISIONS
IF I'M LEFT TOO LONG ON MY OWN
DEVOID OF HUMAN COMPANIONSHIP
MY MIND SLOWLY DISINTERGRATES
AND THE WALLS I'VE BUILT AROUND ME COME CRASHING DOWN
SENSING MY VUNERABLE STATE
THE VULTURES START CIRCLING
AND THEN COMES THE WAIT, WITH BREATHES ABATED
CRUMBLING BRICK UPON CRUMBLING BRICK
UNTIL THE LAST STONE FALLS
THEN LIKE STARVED WOLVES THEY POUNCE
ANXIETY SINKS IT'S CLAWS INTO MY FLESH
INFUSING MY BLOOD WITH PANIC
THIS BLOOD-BORNE DISEASE MANIFESTS IN EMBARRASSMENT
TURNING INTO ANGER
BUT IN THE WORST CASE SCENARIO
WHOLE BODY SPASMS EVOLVE
INTO WINDPIPE CRUSHING HEART PALPITATIONS
PUBLIC APPEARANCES ARE NOT ADVISED DURING THIS TIME
Lexi Snow Jun 2019
Dreams are your hopes
Nightmares are your fears
But both combined can be a tricky situation
You could have a great night sleep
But have one nightmare
That can ruin the entire night
That one nightmare that wakes you up
Cold sweat dripping off your forehead
Your breath is shallow
The nightmare that could make you wake up in tears
You just end up sitting up late
Calming your nerves
You question what the nightmare was about
But you don’t want to know what it means
It’s 4 AM
No one is awake
But YOU
Instead you go back to bed
And hope
Hope you don’t have that nightmare again
Aaron L Osgood Jun 2019
My memories is going in and out like a daze.
The brain is complicated like a maze.
Yet intriguing in so many ways.
Images come and go, some usually stays.
I went from young to old so many days.
Time, I would never thought to embrace.
So much pain is written on these chains.
Only little change could really be explained.
Maintain and preserve the brain remains
Explain the nerves that’s surrounding my veins?
Maybe I’ll just refrain that question it pertains.
Locked in my skull where my brain is contained.
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