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Martin Narrod May 2014
He weeps his heart, and hangs his head,
He doubles back, and follows her back to bed,
She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown.
She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they?

He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub,
Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong,
And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.
Genevieve Apr 2014
I cannot
I can’t feel

At all.

There is nothing,

My mind is blank.

Writing is getting hard,

My words just

Feed into each other,

Therearenospacestomoveinthismess

I can’t focus longer than

A couple minutes,

If that,

It’s like everything is a dream;

Now and again

I wake up

Into reality,

Then slowly

Drift away

Into the nothingness.

I cannot make out
what you are saying,

Scream at me;

I don’t understand.

Anger takes over me,

And a headache 

That hasn’t budged for days,

Suddenly rips out of me

Exploding into the air

Covering everything within 5meters;

With stardust

And gun powder.

(I can’t tell the difference)

You’re the only thing

That makes me feel

A little more alive

At the moment,

But I can’t even 

Get close enough 

To your face,

Without shaking

And then collapsing

To the floor.

I’ll smoke cigarettes

And get drunk;

Just to be able

To hear the whispers

In my ear

And to block out 
the
muffled voices

in my mind.
R K Hodge Mar 2014
I wish I felt like clarity and nothingness, or that intangible vapour like stuff which comes off of a power washer at a car wash
in a dark car park
the car's owner absent, away shopping

You were the one who put your fingers in my mouth
I'm supposed to be embarrassed and disappointed
I am both

I suspect you are a good person
you have a sister
who you love
I bet you are different when you go home
I bet you are nice
I hope they know what you do
You are a classical easy ****

But I'm just syllables and escort clothing
For a while I quite liked that
In fact I'm proud
My friends find it funny

You liked the smell of my hair
And gradually I'm piecing these notes together
I think that if I had more crushed up note pages grinding into your back
You would have remembered me

I'm pretending that if you taste that scent again, you'll know
I still have some of you attached to the garments at the bottom of a full laundry basket
Dr Mike OConnell Apr 2014
Brian Patrick

Standing on the precipice of my life
Waiting for the darkness to fly in
Looking at my starving body and wondering why
The images punctuate my failed existence

The world never wanted my being
It gave me nothing
A nothingness that craved heeling
My mind collapses on itself

How did I come to this precipice?
Why didn't the gathering herd receive me?
There can be no answer to my misery
The edge beckons me closer

As the images creep in and out
The abyss waits for my empty soul
The edge calls for me
The edge is no more – I have given in
Dr Mike OConnell Apr 2014
Brian Patrick

Enveloped in the dark fog of goo
Surrounded by the dank starkness
To be home where it wallows
My being satiated with nothingness

Depth - reaching for the beckoning hand
My arms are stretched beyond their limit
Hands gripping for salvation
The salvation sinks below the hell frost

Silky smooth and rich with calling
The goo oozes everywhere
It calls for me to become enveloped
The light, the doorway just beyond

Redemption from the dark ooze
Something yearned for; yet still so far
Legs unable to propel
Forever stuck in the goo
Tyler Man Apr 2014
Tonight there's nothing                    
Look left look right                    
Nothing left in sight.                             
 My eyes so open very wide.                
But everything,everyone is left to hide.                                                      
Cause­ from inside I found.                 
 It's the punches we take pound for pound.                                                    
  That­ eventually leave us bruised and down.                                                          
B­ut now there's no one left to frown.                                         
 Nothingness an emotional wreck.                                        
As far as the eyes could see as far as your legs could treck.                        
Now what went wrong along the way                                        
Found someone else yesterday.      
Now all I am, all I was is left behind.                                        
Nothingness down roads we wind.                                              
But what we don't see.                            
Is nothingness is to be free.          
Believe in me                                          
now is what I see                                      
to make a change                      
Completely rearrange                        
Now I see.                                              
That this nothingness is a beginning to a new me....
Showing self worth and inspiring change is something you find through pain and sometimes through others
M Clement Apr 2014
He sits in overwhelming
Silence

In a sense, protesting what was ne'er to
Be

With a beer in one hand, and work in the
Other

There's much to be done,
Here

This silence, he
Realizes

Is like an interwoven
Blanket

Seemingly nothing gets
Through

Not even what he needs
Most
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— The End —