21Spiraling to bonesthis carnival ridealways brings meback to this place.Look at the invisibleup there riding starsthe smoke carried you away.The body doesn't knowthe mind has put stonesin pockets and walked to water.Here is a shellgood for nothing.Put it on a bookcaseor throw it away.
20All the voices; the people,the sea, that's what they are.Buzzing, churning.A vein opening, they seep and slither.This static cold after the wash of warmth.Quickly forgotten, days of nothing.Glass eyes and skin of wax,sickly sweet the rotted flowers.Lips sewn shut; no one listened anyway.
19Darkness bids them sleepleaving the roads for myselfto move in quiet.The light brings them forthI wrap myself in shadowhiding what I am.I wait with patiencefor a time when the darknesswill never retreat.
18Here is the truth written plain:While you are asleep I lay awake beside you.I listen to your breathing to know that you are alive. Let me go first.Here is the truth written plain:I don't believe in the supernatural but I have made you my god.You are the reason I stay when I could easily go. This world is not for me.Here is the truth written plain:I'm not much at all and I know it full wellBut I feel the arms of Death and I haven't felt Life in years. You can do no wrong.
I've lost time.I've lost time. I have no idea where I misplaced it. Maybe there was a hole in one of my pockets that day and it fell out while I was busy dreaming of the future or dwelling in the past.I didn't even notice I had lost it until one day I looked for it and found a calendar of nothing. I even walked all the way through the forest of memory to the station at the very end and I asked the old man with the pocket-watch if he could look through the lost and found. He told me it was gone forever but he gave me a ticket to board the steam engine so I wouldn't have to walk back in the rain.On the way back I watched the shadows of my life through the foggy window. I should have just walked in the damn rain.
17It's because,His name was her nameAnd her name was his name.It's because,Two rivers emptied into the same basinAnd can you tell the waters apart?It's because,You can't take one, leaving the otherAnd expect the other not to follow the one.That's why,She carried the embers into the houseAnd didn't wake up again.
16The moon renders a highwayAs the trees paint the spectre,You sit with a stillness — unnatural;You listen for the twigs to snap.My pulse is a bird strainingAgainst a cage of flesh.
Watch Me Persevere [contest submission]When an ocean of sadness threatened to drown herAnd she really thought it would have been easierTo just sink into the deep, she gave herself theChance to swim. Even though she was tired, sheHeaded towards the shore.Making footprints in the sand, she wondered if this was far enough.Even though she was still tired, she decided to go on.Pacing herself, she moved through the years,Eventually learning that each step was a triumph. She found that herReservoir of strength was much deeper than the ocean -Stretched further than the shore.Every step brought her closer to herself, to theVery essence of her humanity.Even though her journey is not complete, sheRests now, knowing that she isEverything she needs.
15Roads everywhere, serpents sprawling,Endlessly beckoning. We must not beStagnant; ripple, flow, move.Take up the luggage orLeave it to rot.Echo theSettingSun.TravelOnwardTowards theHouse of sediment -Endless blankets of restEmbrace you then. There isNo need to fear a wrong turn, theDestination is the same, no matter the road.
EvolutionEvolutionis a silent process of changingwe realise from the result.It Can't Be The Target.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
UntitledGlide through the heavensin hopes to evade the crimson wingsthat holds you down.Be free.When will you shut the pearly gatesand walk away?When will you cut the crying chainsthat paint you grey?be free.Be freeBe Free.
ExelixiΕξέλιξηείναι μια σιωπηλή διαδικασία αλλαγήςπου αντιλαμβανόμαστε εκ του αποτελέσματος.Δεν Μπορεί Να Είναι Ο Στόχος.
LostLost –Like a vagabond.Split – At a four-waystreet, past any signsthat I comprehend.If I had I had it my way,I would cruise on the highwayand never stop.
pillow talkthere are thousandsof tongues i couldmemorize; new wordsfor love tucked betweenteeth often bitingtoo hard.my chapsticked lipscould learn to bow togrammar laws incountries i'llnever visit.i could master writingsymphonies in syntax,spend hours penningvolumes in languagesof longing and love,but i'll never find aphrase that fits youthe way your body fitto mine, back bent.i'll never find a namefor how our lips tuckedtogether, for my handsin your hair, for therapture in your eyes.
adolescenceWe look up into the skyand see the stars as millionsof possibilities for us to wrap our handsaround and try, picking and choosingour favorite constellations like applesin the fruit aisle of a grocery store.We talk about our dreamsof leaving this townfar behind and far away,but we don’t talk about howleaving home means leaving each otherand each constellation we wrap our handsaround propels us into completely differentdirections. We want to hold on to each otheras much as we want to let go of this dustbowl,but we can’t have both,and that scares us.We look up into the skyand see how big the galaxy iseven when we can’t see 90% of itand we are suddenly aware of howsmall we actually are, barely grains of sand,barely specks of dust, barely here at all.We stop looking up and lookdown at our feet shuffling,worried and afraid for each otherbecause we barely sleep and failinga class means failing high school,failing to get into the dream college,fai
Five Reasons to Not Write PoetryI.Sooner or later,It'll mess with your head;You'll be taking a shower, orLying in bedWhen the "inspiration"Hits you hardAnd when you miss the bus and first hourYou have to use the"I over-slept" card.II.It'll have you thinkingAt every point of the day;Twisting words and making rhymesProdding until the language swaysTo your fingertipsAnd theLower case letters nipIn hopes that you'll use themAbuse them until you are atYour hem.III.They will mock you untilYou simply can't think;The words swirling around,They will push you to the brinkOf complete denial,Of absolute insanity;"Yes, I ate enough" and "Yes, IFeel fine" are the words youHave to beat.IV.You will not care how peopleReact to what you say;What do they know ofWhat we do everyday?You think that to yourself,As a way to not seek helpIn the comfort of realLove and not the fake kindYou write of.V.You will lie and you willCheat and scoff and sayNothingFor all your mostImportant words are
9Ashes raining downlabor pains of earthbirthing only bonesee the seed of hate.Watch her as she heaveslisten to her screamdo not turn awaysee what we have made.