I hide in the corner Under cobwebs As demons swarm The summer night I watch them As they sing off key A sinister lullaby And steal fire From candlelight And like magic Other universes Appear in misty Shadows dancing On the lawn A final party In this final hour Has finally begun
When you are dead You don’t care That blemish Just a blemish Your weight Just a number The gossip Just stories The haters Just puppets When you are dead The dreams Are just movies The hopes Just a waste of time The work Just distraction When you are dead If you could wish And you…
Beginnings are sneaky You can avoid them But the chaos finds ways To wrap them up Disguising them in nerves And butterflies And swimming thoughts Lacing them in hopes And icing them with dreams But underneath everything They hide nasty secrets Covered so cleverly In sparkles and glitter Ribbons and bows It is hard to…
Sand falls from the sky Scouring the oxygen and Melting under the heat Of the far too bright sun The grit scrubs our faces Until we are sinewy Muscled skeletons Turning our bones Into prisms of glass One false step and we fall Covering the ground In colorful shards of Reflective mirrors Until the world…
Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…
She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time. The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection. Realization would come. But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows. Hordes…
Please welcome Heather LeRoss to #BeREALationships. I wrote this poem last year to a woman who had been like a sister to me, near the 1 year anniversary of her death. We’d been like family but had lost touch in recent years because, well, life I think. She was struggling and unhappy and I was…
Please welcome Jeremy Shaffer to #BeREALationships. “What are we gonna do?” she said, choking back some of the flood of tears streaking her face with worry. I was grinning from ear to ear. Did we plan this? No we did not. Were we careful when we made love? Most of the time, and she was…
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