OLD FRIEND
On February 3, 2015
by PAULA
Dropped everything
for you
once again. Just like
you never left.
Big brown eyes, strong arms,
consuming me in a way
much less than what I’m used to.
Breath stopped, hitched, caught.
Caught up in the way you
looked at me, in a way much
different than what I’m used to.
Swear I thought I’d never
see you again, but here I am.
5 years gone, and I miss
my best friend, miss having
long talks all night.
Miss you holding me when I
drop tears like bombs, like time-
bombs sensitive to the advancement
of my life, unattached to you.
you tossed me like a grenade
and swallowed the key
like I had to swallow my dreams
of us.
Because people grow up,
grow apart, grow used to
separate lives.
And now I’m alone grinning
and bearing it, alone without you,
in a way much less than
what I’m used to.
Tagged with: paula
LOVE SCREWS
On February 3, 2015
by EMILY
Today is not a
good day to be alive,
but then again,
neither was yesterday.
Sometimes I’m
so consumed with
thigh thought,
I can’t control what I
do or say.
Nothing makes sense
anymore & I
don’t know, maybe
that’s good,
but I’ve started to lose
my grip on reality, &
things aren’t like
they should be.
I involuntarily reminisce
on my permanent
defaults.
I absorb my surroundings
& take
in all my unwanted results
my mind’s banged up,
causing a few loose screws
but its been so long that
it’s all old news.
And it’s fine
by me, I’ve learned to
accept what I
have to.
I guess in this life
there’s just certain
things we just do.
Tagged with: emily
NIGHTMARES COMING TRUE
On February 3, 2015
by JAMMONICA
I have a fear of dragons
and monsters under my bed.
At night I hear noises whispering
from my head. And roaring noises
with a cat. The whispers in my
head get worst and worser everyday.
They get louder and louder—they
become real. The monsters become
real and alive. The whispers become
louder and all at once the bad things
actually happen. My house becomes haunted
and my dad grows insane. He keeps
talking about how we’re all going
to die soon. Everything that
I didn’t want to happen, and
all hell breaks lose.
Tagged with: jammonica
STING
On February 3, 2015
by DONTASIA
I remember when me and my
grandmother were sitting on
the porch just chilling.
ten mins later I got stung by a
bee. it hurt so bad I was
crying and telling my
grandma to “get the bee out!”
she told me to hold up while
she went upstairs. When she was
upstairs I started singing
a lyric from the song
“all in my head” to keep my mind
off the sting in my arm.
grandma came down the stairs
with a cigarette and did
what she had to do. I felt so much
better and kept singing to myself
“all in my head, it’s all in my head.”
Tagged with: dontasia
TORMENT
On February 3, 2015
by JONATHAN
torment is guilt whispering through your ears
torment is pain flowing through your body
every step you take
torment is the inner sadness
you keep inside waiting to come out
torment is the thought of no matter
what you do it will never be enough
but between you and me torment
is just a thought in your head
Tagged with: jonathan
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