Toxic Poems
A Study in Scarlet
by Jonathan Goff
Act 1: Reckoning
Vinyl burns February skin.
A sticky valentine.
Handprint heat echoes
on cracked windows.
Your breath--
half prayer,
half epitaph.
Demons of the night
Dressed like angels,
......
Cry me a river
by Grace Hough
Cry me a river
and a lake
I've been hoping for you
to feel my mistake
the liquid is deep red
from fresh lines it bled
the skin that's open stings
as I sit here waiting for your ring.
Cry me a river
......
Firefly
by Awwab ParachaThe firefly in my soul is burning my body. It makes me run until I'm near death, then gives me a few seconds to catch my breath. Then, chop-chop, back to the hustle! Again. The six strings become my entire world as I get lost in the web of possibilities that are just aching to be realized, be seen, and be heard. My words melt onto the page, taking form as the led of my pencil turns into liquid gold that bleeds out of my pores when I cry. I want to cry. I need to cry. I want my tears to turn into lines that form sentences that stab people's hearts like the spear of lightning that was birthed in the caves of Zeus's fingerprints. I want my fingerprints to be remembered. I want my sentences to be kept in a museum beside those ancient teapots that were used by some fat king. I want my six strings to become someone's entire world, their entire universe. I wanna be famous. I want to play with my life. I wanna destroy it and bring it back with the help of my firefly. This firefly runs through my veins faster than my blood, faster than my pain, faster than my joy, and faster than... me. It is my desire and my friend. It is my desire to be a friend. It is my poison and my medicine. It is everything. I love my firefly.
Continue readingFor my girl
by The Hsenura
Not many adjectives,
Nor much sense,
I wish to write
For my girl, but
She doesn't like poetry.
To put it simple
Without thesaurus,
Her eyes, brows, nose,
Short hair and smile,
Together reminds one--
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I remember
by Julie Staugaard
They say you always remember your first kiss.
So why can’t I remember mine?
I remember the person,
I remember her hair,
The way her mouth was narrow and shaped like a heart.
But I can’t remember when that mouth first touched mine.
I remember the words she spoke,
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A Study in Scarlet
by Jonathan Goff
Act 1: Reckoning
Vinyl burns February skin.
A sticky valentine.
Handprint heat echoes
on cracked windows.
Your breath--
half prayer,
half epitaph.
Demons of the night
Dressed like angels,
......
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by aaa bccvv
Continue readingWhispers of ghosts
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
I've worn the weight of the world on my shoulders,
sustained by a lifetime of wounds,
inflicted by others,
but mostly by myself.
The ghosts of my past—
my father, my stepmother—
they etched their voices into my mind,
a relentless echo,
whispering lies that I'm not enough,
that love was something I’d never deserve.
......
The flirting bride
by Lynda Grine
I wonder what your memories taste like
A toxic gin tonic?
A flirty dark and stormy?
Take a walk around my lips
Caress me from the inside
Draw pretty flowers on my hips
Gently steal me as your bride
Cry me a river
by Grace Hough
Cry me a river
and a lake
I've been hoping for you
to feel my mistake
the liquid is deep red
from fresh lines it bled
the skin that's open stings
as I sit here waiting for your ring.
Cry me a river
......
