Snarling boy snarling no more,

Bathing cold on the pavement, in gore.

Frozen girl, freckled with red.

Writes her sins in a book next to bed.

Charity, Rubbish, Keep. Three categories.

Thus erasing two-thirds of history.

In a dark corner lies another book.

It thuds in "Charity" box, after one look.

Red leather collects dust. She wipes her hands.

They're stained red.

Redhead boy, goes to the char...

You know that feeling of plunging?

Deep deep deep

Except not into water but into your brain?

For me it goes like this:

I go to bed and can't sleep

So I start imagining.

I build a whole world in my wakefulness

and fill it with a fictional romance

Butterflies in my stomach and fire in my nethers.

Then I'll notice that narrative slip

into chaos and quirkiness

and that's when it comes to feed.

K...

Ello liddle un,

I were alone too,

Alone I were and am,

Am't I?

Ain't it beau'iful!

You be needin' any wa'er,

Ye purty liddle thin'?

I fink youse could do wiv sum,

You look so thin!

Well, I brung a smal pail wiv me

Cause I were lookin' at ye and finking,

Ain't it hot?

And I said ye could do wiv a-drinking.

So 'ere, I'm goin' to pour it,

Pour it slowly and surely am't I?

But don't you be gettin'...

Hey! Before you read the poem I guess I should say trigger warning. Stay safe :)

Your hands

Around my throat,

My dad watching unfazed.

It only happened once but it

Still chokes.

Your tears

Falling, Broken.

"Did it 'cause I love you.

I'm sorry but you're so stubborn"

I know.

Shouldn't

Tell my friends since

It's humiliating.

They think I'm strong and powerful.

Can't breathe.

It's not

abuse. I...

Hey! Before you read this experimental piece of poetry, just know that it gets a bit gruesome.

"I'm scared"

Oh your accsimus is admirably and skillfully placed

in our mirthfully light conversation so sagely laced

with the placid humility unabashedly displayed in that scintillating twinkle in your eye

with which I

Am reminded of fluffy white seals born newly,

and of their puffy soft breaths ...

The night sky was heavy with the smell of smoke. During summer, forests dry up and the slightest change can make them flood with a sea of red-hot flames. After the thirsting, rebellious outbreak, no noises are heard and in the dead silence, heavy smoke clogs the air leaving all senses but taste numb. The charred air won't clear before two days - a relatively quick mourning period - leaving the soi...

The night sky was heavy with the smell of smoke. During summer, forests dry up and the slightest change can make them flood with a sea of red-hot flames. After the thirsting, rebellious outbreak, no noises are heard and in the dead silence, heavy smoke clogs the air leaving all senses but taste numb. The charred air won't clear before two days - a relatively quick mourning period - leaving the soi...