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 Feb 2018 Georgia
Kate
I'm bad with words
and I'm sorry.
i know I'm not the easiest to love
and I'm sorry.
but sweetie
ill write you everything
and you'll see why
i am who i am
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Hunter Cyrus
Take your knife and line it up.
Make me bleed, just for a cup.
Plunge it deep and pierce my soul,
It was yours to keep, yet here we roll.

I think I got run over by a truck,
But maybe that’s ‘cause I gave a ****.
Go ahead and twist your knife,
My once well-loved now spiteful wife.

In my suffering you bask,
As blood drips out despite my mask.
I think it’s time to make it real,
These visions and thoughts I feel.

The stage is set, messages left.
Time for self inflicted theft.
There’s a hole in my chest,
And you thought I spoke in jest.

The last laugh is mine.
A proper relationship poem that has nothing to do with my ex, for once. I created this out of a single mental image: a woman holding a knife and standing over a man laying down with his literal heart exposed and vulnerable.
I’m happy with how the flow and tone of this poem turned out, hopefully you are as well.
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Natasha
I don't want to talk about what school I go to, or what program I'm in. I don't want to talk about how I work in retail part-time or how busy I am. I don't want to discuss where I'd go on vacation, or what I hope for in the future. These conversations are just spoken in order to have a response, I say my piece and ask "what about you?". You'll take a deep breath and start on where you started in school and how you're stuck right now in this dead-end job but you swear- you swear that you'll know when the time in right to make a move in the right direction. You'll say you want to go to Thailand, and Dubai because of the cultural experience, but you'll never actually make it there. I don't want to talk about my family, what my mother or father does for a living. I don't need your compliments on how highly I was brought up, how perfect my life must've been. I don’t want to sit there and agree with you, and smile and giggle and say “I know, that’s why I’m different.” The funny part is you’ll think I am. When I get to know you, you’ll show me vulnerability- you’ll launch into some story of how even though you had friends and everything was completely fine you never fit in. On how your grandparent’s death affected you, or your parents divorce or moving cities. And you’ll look into my eyes, wanting sympathy, compassion and understanding. Because, you know its there, I give it freely to anyone who needs it. But after its over and through, once you’ve told me… that’s it. That’s who you are, that’s all there is to you and when I ask you what you’re thinking all you’ll say is nothing. Nothing. Even when you’re thinking something. I don’t want that anymore. I want someone to converse with me about what’s beyond our limited human level of understanding, I want someone to be honest about who they are and what they feel and I want someone to look at themselves as a work in progress instead of a completed artwork with chips in the paint, for once. I want someone who will look out onto the ocean and sky and see what I see. Someone who will explore what could happen if we simply, suddenly just lost gravity. If we all fell into the sky, if we all just suddenly choked in space and died. I want to explore if we’d see one another on the other side. I want to lay in a field and listen to the wind in the grass. I want to feel the earth beneath my back and smell the warm fragrance from nearby lilacs. I want to be purely myself and not harbour any judgement, I want to love freely and openly without any punishment. I just want some sapience and a soul connection. Maybe I’m just asking for too much, or the universe just wants to teach me a lesson.
just a rant
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Idiosyncrasy
hues
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Idiosyncrasy
If we are
At the opposite ends of the spectrum
You, red
And I, violet
I would make a wheel
To get to you

You are here
Because of me
I am here
Because of you
And If you're afraid of drowning
In this ocean of hues

I will be the light
Which saves you
In the deep blue.
A response to "Spectrums"
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Kayleen Amato
Sometimes I wonder how we have made it this far
I care because you try
I see the effort you put in every day even if it's not for me
The invisible glue holding us together
On top of the fact that love isn't everything
If that isn't love than I don't know what is
Because life is everything and nothing
With you I feel free
To know that I can walk away but I have better things to do
I can be guilty of caring too much about anything and everything
Even when I skrew things up, you still accept me
And we persevere
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Ariel Wadyese
I was on the **** on the daily, couldn’t puff puff pass coz I failed things.
Stuff was looking so dim till I had my first blunt.
Now I’m as high as priorities homie,
eyes so red that’s the window to my soul,
they’re not covered by some blinds or some curtains my homie.

Now I’m way high, really ******
Mount Everest.
Stuff was so green, kryptonite that’s my element,
I’ve been smoking leaves, sipping lean now it’s evident.
Mama told me don’t but I did for the benefits

Now she looks at me when I’m so euphoric ,
and her gaze was kind of toxic on some hydrochloric.

All my joints cremated in the ash tray.
Inhaling fumes then excrete like a chimney.
I don’t really understand what the substance is,
I don’t really, really care what the function is.

Bought my first green bag at 15,
I was such a herbivore my homie
Could care less about pharmaceuticals, only thing I was prescribed was the lean my homie.

The thirst of my liver,
I sipped on this liquor.
My thoughts were disfigured like human mutations.
But still I’m complacent.
The height is my space ship.
The flight’s never basic it’s all in my mind,
lost in my thoughts it’s the type I would need an enormous compass to find.
 Feb 2018 Georgia
Ammar
I want to
scratch your name off my mind
forget your hideous face
remove your voice
that echos so loud in my head
forget the feeling of your disgusting skin
and how it felt on mine
forget the filthy lies
that left your tongue
the words you were never held accountable for
forget the curls of your hair
that ripped my skin with softness
your fcking hazel eyes
that were never loyal to the brown in mine
that would always seek blue or green

I want to
rip every ******* memory
of you
from my heart
and then
from my mind
and rip my soul
apart from yours
burn every memory of you
that I have in
letters
pictures
scents
all your fake cunning tactics
to use
and then abuse
burn every part of myself
that you own
the love
the poetry
the letters
the memories
everything

I want amnesia to hit me
and take away all of you
from all of me
you disgusting heap of filth
*****......
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