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Girl Mar 2021
Bottle it up.
do it.
Throw it in the sea.
do it.

See.
even the voices in my head agree.

they never agree.

Wishing that the emotions coursing through my veins with every beat.
of my heart would go with it.
knowing there's only one way...
stoping my heart

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
it keeps going.

s.t.o.p.

it always ends with a period.
...
or a bullet.

But the bitter tears stayed.
The raw emotion filled me up.

Like a bottle, overflowing.
A tsunami of.
confusion..?
...
Anger.
At myself, for being incapable.
At those around me… for being so blind.
Why can no one see, why can’t they see that I’m not ok?
Why cant someone see through my white lies and blinding perfection. don’t they know better?

they have to know better
WHY won’t they do something?

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP

Can’t they see I’m b r  o   k    e     n?
or...

have I gotten too good at make-belief?
Sometimes it feels so real that I get lost in the moment.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??

The wind drowns out my screams.

its ok.

its not.

But I'm use to the silence.

so quiet.

...
it use to be peaceful.

now it's loud.

s.i.l.e.n.c.e.

so much.

s
p
a
c
e

why?

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
...
For a second, pretending I’m ok.
o k.
But the gravity shifts.
one moment...
I’m weightless.

s o a r i n g

through the sky.
And the next.
I’m crushed beneath the weight of the world.

Like Atlas, but I’m down on my knees.
The weight of reality is too much to bear.
I’m sinking, like a ship...
A ship with too many holes, beyond repair.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The weight of knowing sinks in grief envelopes me, welcoming me. Into its comforting darkness.

I wish.

I wish- things could be different…
Maybe in another life...
I think thougtfully as I look out into the storm.
A practiced captain knows when to give up.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Looking back down at my hands I seal the bottle shut.

I’ve always liked solving mysteries, it’s time to be one.

I’ll bet people would wonder why the selfless girl took… took from herself.
With a last look at the beaten boat, I toss the bottle weightless for a split second, before dropping like a stone, into the sea of green.
THUMP.
So quiet without a splash, not even a ripple.
THUMP.
She was gone.

S I L E N C E

.
Something then nothing -
A parrot on my left shoulder
But it is not real
Zack Ripley Feb 2021
I didn't know I was lost until I met you
I'm still lost.
But before, I was lost in the world;
A sea of blue.
Now I'm lost in something new.
Something true.
Shofi Ahmed Feb 2021
Something is missing
since a long ago.
When I remembered
before me, I could not
see my mirror.
Nat Feb 2021
I have to say - well
I
Would like to say
Something about it

Cause I keep thinking
I mean, it's sorta like if maybe
If maybe I slipped and never landed

Sort of like a back lot
Like out behind the city
Away from any eyes

Sort of like a crack
Like the tiniest dark gap
An eye that isn't

Sort of like I just can't
A million miles underneath the deepest charted cave
Just behind the clouds
Details I've already forgotten
Pictures I'll never finish remembering
An expanse; a smear; a nebula

A disconnect. Eyes to mind to
I need to talk to you
George Krokos Dec 2020
If something seems too good to be true
it may be that it’s there to deceive you.
____
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Rollercoaster Dec 2020
You can take something,
but can you take nothing?
You can take their life,
but can you take their soul?
You hit alright,
but can you hit no more?
You can start,
but can you stop?
You can stop.
You can stop.
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
We are fools
On our own
Because our love grows
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyJlapdPiB4&list=PLJgoWbwyFtLsjq5EnVZlz-UL_B7GPYMtA&index=4
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
You tell me
We can never be together
Here I am
Sitting with myself
Thinking of ways to keep myself
From falling apart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOS9aOIXPEk
Xella Nov 2020
Like bells they hear this ringing
Not of Christmas but of orange goodness.
This Irish voice walks past on balled up green,
her hair red as the warmth in early March spring.
The voice speaks of prickled roses that lie at my feet,
she reminisces on the tacky green and welcomes
the seaweed green.

It's baffling the up and down in her voice
Like a paper crown it could tumble,
My eyes dare look left.
She's skipping now, down to the town hall
to walk off the corners edge.
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