While on a beach, when she kissed me with the urgency of a sensitive poison, I could not help but scatter across the shore-lengths, the households of my heart, allowing room only for the remedy, I looked beyond her and forgot to make room for her smile, that went unnoticed fading as a shadow on my face.

© Matthew Goff

Remember this moment

remember this, because I tend to forget her upturned
lips,
upturned wrists

and the way she rendered lists of reasons why it's splendid to exist,
reasons why living and loving and giving a shit
are only ten per cent struggle,
ninety per cent bliss

see, she made all the small things seem so massive.

Still,
I forget this
others haven't been there like I have
haven't seen her like I have.
Still, I forget this
how easy it is to push someone away because
I never thought I could,
but somehow did.

So then,
I can't forget again

not while we're still here

because it's never clear,
but through the moments between now and then
when I was drowning in my pretense
when I felt like I was losing the battle between myself and my health again,
drowning in premonitions of tense
fists,
blood spit
I shouldn't have quit
on her

But I had a bad habit of treating her like a forget-me-not
it's never something you can feel yourself regretting
until it's lost.

So, note to self,
remember this moment
and don't try to own it or clone it
possess it or test it
just let it rest
and quietly remember,

The reason you're not spinning out of control in the black hole that comes about when you're spaced out is that she

she remembered you.

Duck taped you back together with words
and you'll never really be brand new
but no longer on red alert
you can sit for a minute
and breathe a little bit.

Remember that she taught you to breathe again when you'd forgotten.

My beautiful oxygen mask,
I don't think for a second I could ever forget you,
but I won't pretend anymore
that I never did before
a forget-me-not that I swore to protect
and then stopped

when I poured out of myself,
helpless,
like a demon possessed,
like a woman on the edge.

I shattered glass and broke floors
like a decade-long hurricane,
now weak with relief, I piece together window panes
glue chests and drawers,
and lightly, lightly close the door
on dewy mornings, grey skies and marshy moors

I blow the bad energy out of the room
and swirl incense smoke around me and you

lifting your delicate face
with my well-meaning hands
I'll never, ever hurt you again.

e.f.e
Afiqah 1d

it was that little piece
of heaven and hell
in between
that made this almost heart
fucking sigh
from constant late nights
to warm, gushing confessions
and pure comfort
as we spread and unload
our battles evenly
to the wild, violent side of the moon  

-a.

jg 1d

My words drip upon thin air, each one, more painful than the last, as they vanish into the emptiness of your heart and soul, which has been my only refuge since I dove into your dark coffee eyes for the very first time.

I have bruises on my hands, throbbing lips from all my yelling, muscles too tired to keep fighting, and a body lacking of a soul it's very own, which has been lost between all my mortifying effort to try to convince you of something you don't know of, something you're afraid to understand and probably incapable of holding it in your cold bare hands...
But now i know better; love should be felt, not understood.

So i give up, i'm tired of killing myself trying to make you see something thats big and bright as the sun that shines ahead of us. My poems, my words, my passion, my honesty, my actions, my devotion and dediction to you apperantly weren't enough ... but baby, that's all i have left, so now i'm saying goodbye with the small strength that remains in me. I'm hurt and broken by your
disbelief due to your lack of courage but i know i will be okay because i'm not the one who's afraid of love.

To best express a kiss is to give it.

To best express life is to live it.

To best express friendship is to be one

To best express lonely, is to be the only one.

To best express love is to know it can't be undone.

5 minute poems

Now it's spring recess
So everybody's shedding
Their clothes and their wits.

Sun lingers above -
Somebody tell me which way
To the hospital.

The hawks are circling
Overhead; pretty soon I
Will be at your door.

Shouting at the clouds
I lost my balance and fell -
The thunder was loud.

Shouting at the clouds
I lost my balance and fell -
The clouds, they just laughed.

Sunlight finds its way
In through my broken shades and
I'm pissed as ever.

Stop all this weeping,
Jesus has returned and he
Brings chocolate cake!

Father sits and stares -
John Wayne rides west with his gun -
Mother tracks the time.

Bob Dylan taught me
To swallow my pride and be
Honest with myself.

Marijuana is
Often my only true friend.
How sad is that, man?

College kind of sucks.
Especially so when you
Don't like to drink much.

I am writing this
Knowing it won't get published.
Won't say more than that.

Hanging on the line,
A blue blouse, and what is this?
These aren't my boxers...

sophia 2d

my happiness
my safety
my home
all come from you
the least i can do
is to give my all
for you

ahhhh i've been really drained for something i applied for in school and i genuinely and desperately really want to get in! and this person my baby honey boy kim junnie really helps and motivates me to do better everyday i love him so much

A dark alley littered and filled with trash

My mood changes faster than Johnny spends cash.

A merry-go-round that spins much too fast

and where it stops no one knows

I feel what I feel what ever way the wind blows.

My minds made up and it shows

And just when you think you had enough

there it goes...



- Karl v. 2017

5 minute poems

Are you anxious, my dear evening? Are you not my closest friend? (Where is your cousin, my memory?) Can you not wait until that one afternoon, when we will pounce upon the horizon, like cats in heat, and tear the sun apart limb from limb? We will leave its sensitive shine to sweat upon pathetic days no more! Yes, the evening is a villain I’m proud to call my friend. Her ways allow much more room in the playground for mischievous  lovers, than those dull afternoons spent thinking about breathing. Where is your cousin, my memory? She has served a type of convulsively appreciative use for my feelings and continues to parade around my daydream swing set. Nonetheless, she has always remained a spectral participant in my life, pregnant with regret, and punctures my comfortableness with the sweetest of stings, leaving a taste with me she knows I’ll never forget.
© Matthew Goff

By Arcassin Burnham

Purple lamb , purple lamb,
In the eyes of the most high, there is peace in the air,
Purple lamb , purple lamb,
there are things we could not explain , do to love and despair,
Hide your heart and your eyes and your brain on this day..
Hide your heart and your eyes and your brain on this day..

Left from home, in sour moods,
Trees they grow , in windy swoons,
Time has past, we're on the move,
Theres really nothing to do,
On the coast , see more roadkill,
Than anyone can make a deal,
Running home , father's day,
Have no dad , so what's the deal?
I've had so many issues in my life,
Without you I'll never know how I grew,


Purple lamb , purple lamb,
In the eyes of the most high, there is peace in the air,
Purple lamb , purple lamb,
there are things we could not explain , do to love and despair,
Hide your heart and your eyes and your brain on this day..
Hide your heart and your eyes and your brain on this day..

Love was lost , the planet moves,
Carry on with jobs and shoes,
Walking into death itself,
Starry eyes , cockatoos,
Pretty girls , beautiful dresses,
Talking funny , nervous session,
Conversations about the world,
Learn a story , a life lesson,
I've had so many issues in my life,
Without you I'll never know how I grew,

Purple lamb , purple lamb,
In the eyes of the most high, there is peace in the air,
Purple lamb , purple lamb,
there are things we could not explain , do to love and despair,
Hide your heart and your eyes and your brain on this day..
Hide your heart and your eyes and your brain on this day.

©abpoetry2017
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