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Demons Jul 2018
Emo.
The stereotypical thoughts are,
I slit my wrists,
I drink bleach,
I wear black 24/7,
And I’m depressed, Suicidal or Both.
Emo.
The true thoughts are,
I feel things deeply,
I’m real, I don’t sugarcoat.
And I wear black because it’s Poetic.
Emo.
It’s honestly my true aesthetic,
My one and only place I feel alive.
So for all of you that are Scene Kids and Emo Kids?
Talk to me.
I get you, trust me.
this is a little rant because honestly, people are very stereotypical about the Emo Community and stuff, but yeah. That’s about it.
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
Freedom:

A
  dragonfly
   perched on an antenna
     of a car.

Free to sit
Free to watch
Free to leave
Without causing a big scene.
Twalib Mushi May 2018
Sleeping is nowhere to be found
It's six o'clock
He has got the metallic sound
Tinkling and click
All over his head
Ached.

About the choice he made
He rethink
As the scene begins to fade
A step by step,tick tock.

Like firewood
His temper sparked
His brilliant efforts were thwarted .
j May 2018
I can't forget that scene,
You were holding my hand.
With a smile on our faces,
Saw my future in your eyes.

I can't imagine this scene,
We're holding hands,
Tears are running down through our eyes,
Knowing it is the last time.
we all have our fav memory but the last scene with the one you love is another thing, is it even happy?
effie ebbtide May 2018
a pair of headphones with the mufflers missing
the wire that goes from said headphones to the computer
a ceramic pug in a red scarf containing tubes of paint
an ocarina that i picked up in a ghost town/tourist trap in california
a red cup for water during painting
a book called the artist's mentor
an adjustable lamp
wristbands a lover made for me
a book for savannah college of art and design featuring someone holding a large inflatable red ball on the cover
an incomplete abstract painting on canvas paper, slightly crumbled,
a box for the savannah college of art and design VR kit that they sent me
a book on writing
a book about color line and form in the visual arts
a red squishy ball inside a a fishnet containment, creating organic bulbous abscesses when squeezed
a book of poetry with a red cloth on the cover
a small packet of konpeito, a japanese sugar-based hard candy
a novelty necklace designed to resemble christmas lights, complete with glowing LEDs
a red colored pencil
a red marker
a red mechanical pencil
a gigantic anthology of american poetry i have yet to dive into
a packet of cherry jello
Silverflame May 2018
With a smile on your mouth
I see the evening breathing out
Calling my long lost name

And while I don't you recall
I hear you whisper, while I fall
Pouring memories down the drain

I tried to make you understand
You need to leave wonderland
The lion still kills without claws

But you crashed with the reality
Leaving strangers with serenity
Drowning in the final applause
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
if not to
make you pause
to catch your breath
or sigh

if not to
bring deep pleasure
a vivid scene
of sea or sky

if not to
open doors
where
your heart has never gone

if not to
to bring the colors
that brighten every dawn

if not to
flirt with music
on the dancing floor

if not all
this and more
then
what's a "meta-phor"?
Playing with words again.
Ki Marie Mar 2018
I used to be in control of
who I fell in love with
now I have the scent
of lavender fogging up my brain
and rose thorns
pricking my heart
Meg Howell Mar 2018
A sour cherry,
The juice of a berry,
A broken canary,
A lullaby

Snow covered trees,
The nest of honeybees,
A cat with fleas,
A scene

Hands interlocked,
Traditional love mocked,
Insecurities docked,
A dream
Benjamin Mar 2018
START

Blue lights surround
the remote control, he presses
one of the small buttons.

Nuclear attack in
news broadcast, hand
searches blindly the phone.

Video home system
shows time going forward
and moves it back,
when something - unexpected
happened

- still, he panics.
the landlord has to hear whining again
and she is tired to calm him.

WORK

75th anniversary
in the company he hates working
- taking pictures with the staff.

CEO
holds him on his shoulders
and whispers: my children
are not waiting to play
with them, my husband is
not waiting to fry the potatoes.

Empty meeting room,
blue aquarium in the background,
she undresses - chubby body
surprisingly satisfying his
needs.

He does what he hasn't done before,
moves hands across
upper and lower back
- bottom
only to find hemorrhoids.

END

Blue lights shine
the apartment, where he
suffers convulsions of
the things he experienced.

VHS tape runs
a news broadcast
- school shooting,
landlord didn't answer
his calls.

CEO runs in his mind
asking to come back
- to please her inadequte
soul.
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