Somewhere I went wrong
as I walk this noted borderline,
leaving fingerprints of ink.

I unravel like a thread; nothing,
but black clothes and white tie
in crimes disfigured red.

Dylan Piper
FoolCard Feb 10

Plunging deep within the vector abyss to craft this future coin,
oculus sulfur nestled in bionic earth
Prime, next,
vapor mirrors written with distorted text,
misdirection, crescent hoax

Kind demeanor is sincere; yet dim,
ebony eyes of molten lava
Static piercing inside my head,
aftershock, paralyzing, connection dead!

Repository, sedated
overheated, dominated
What I've become?
pure negative energy.

GD
FoolCard Dec 2016

I'm content with indifference; surrounded by radical stardust,
So empty; my body frozen wary of any kind of warmth,
a pilot of this darkmoon specter

To find something out of place;
negative eyes amplify my face,
don't waste your time  

I'm not worth the risk;
paper charms drown in salty tears,
spear pierces my chest with drip drop fears

Interminable; wormhole where my bloody heart should beat,
Hazardous battlefield;
I speak in enigmas, galaxys gone in the black sea.

GD
iva 6d

you remember, baby?
summer nights where the cicadas screamed
until they were loved & our heads felt like
eggs they cracked on the asphalt to prove a point.

aspirin & coke.

your body the puzzle I left unfinished
in july.

love u more // summers in seoul
FoolCard Oct 11

Orange leaves fall
upon bricks,
shadow azure
boils to purple tint.

Voodoo dolls burn
chanting tricks,
ghosts send
chills to hint.

Mummys slink
the block,
bats hang from
the rooftop.

Stein sends out
electric shock,
werewolves roam
the glowdrop.

Skeletons bang
the rib cage,
banshees
scream loud.

Trolls stomp
the stage,
jack "O" lanterns
laugh in the crowd.

Dylan Piper
spacewalker Sep 26

I near break my back
because I want an ass
I often hurl my lunch
because ninety is fat
I have two layers of foundation
but no moral support
If I could only stop my parents...
Abort, Abort

Yet I snap my back and puck my lips  
whiten my teeth and turn my hips
a couple filters can't be so wrong
a with the right lighting
I'll appear strong

This poem started out being one about bulimia but soon I found myself writing about a girl who relies on social media to provide her with positive feed back.
helena alexis Sep 22

sweaty bodies swarm the house
with a red solo cup in hand
filled with alcohol and bad decisions

others are outside sitting around a fire
passing the tobacco wrapped drug
talking about life and such

there’s a girl sitting on the couch
sipping her drink as she looks for the boy
she’s in love with

going to a party tonight hoping he’s gonna show up
olivia g Aug 16

Wearing Converse ‘cause we’re All Stars,
leaping rails and busting through the knees of last year’s jeans,

Not sleeping, just dreaming for when it can all start over again.

But without the old, the exes and the oh’s,
how can we say we really knew the new?

Amanda Newby Aug 12

You and I are like a mom and dad.

We have taken kids under our wings-
Keeping them happy,
And full,
And medicated.

They keep me accountable.
But they also enable me
To always seek pleasure,
So I can pay the happiness forward.

It keeps me fat.
My breasts soft
And swollen,
And my hormones are racing..

You and I are playing house
Because everyone wants a beautiful family..

But we are parents that never married.
We're not just together for the kids,
But we're not in love either.

It feels like we're stuck in courtship.

My heart still races around you,
And I stare at your lips all the time.
You pay for our 3 am dates sometimes
And you always look happy to see me.

We're two nervous kids
Only accepting affection in small doses.
You used to flinch whenever I would get close to you.
You let me lean on your shoulder a few weeks ago...

The worst part about having a baby daddy that won't let you kiss them
Is that I know it's not from lack of affection
Or maybe even attraction.

It's how fragile this is
For you.
You know that if you kiss me,
You'll learn to hate my lips.

Maybe it's because you could see yourself kissing me for a long time,
And you don't want to see yourself get old.

Probably wishful thinking.

In my selfish imaginations,
We consummate our marriage.
You cover my neck with lovebites,
And I give you pink scratches on your back...

I wish you would hate me.
Then I could kiss your pillowy lips,
And you could just squeeze my ass for hours,
And maybe someone would get an orgasm out of it.

I think I'm a desperate housewife,
Waiting for you to really fall in love with me.

I don't know if you ever will.

I know that I really want you to.

Until then, I'll tend to our little nest.
I'll kiss our bastard children goodnight.
I'll make you lunch in a Burger King bag.
I'll let you give in to me, hopefully...

Cameiyah Aug 10

Head spinning
Hands trembling
Body ready to give up
Tears rolling down in streams faster and faster

Mind confused
Lips quivering
Emotions all over the place
Doesn't know whether to feel betrayed or hate

Infuriated with everyone and everything
Thoughts were scrambled everywhere
Her brown curly locs no longer cascaded down her back
It now masqueraded her face

She wanted to be embraced
Wanted to feel like she felt before
Not this feeling, that she was foreign to
Her quiet gasp, her salty tears, and struggling whispers
She grabbed her chest and asked what is this ?

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