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Luna Y Sol

he loved her  
the way secrets love the quiet  
the way shadows love the dark  
undeniable  
and without an explanation  
it is just common sense  
but he is  
much too needy  
much too clingy  
much too much  
soon she wants  
no shadows, no secrets  
she begins to dread  
the dark and the quiet  
that is where he hides  
that is how he loves her  
she has grown tired  
of the undeniable  
and without an explanation  
and just common sense love  
she surrounds herself  
in music and light  
she is gone  
but he is waiting for her  
to come back  
somewhere in a dark, silent corner  
he whispers her name  
Luna  
she pretends she doesn't hear  
but she does  
the music  
wasn't quite loud enough  
the lights  
were not quite bright enough  
he has come back  
she can't escape  
the shadows and quiet forever  
eventually, it ends  
and she has to go home  
with her body  
doused in light  
in it's...

My kind of Story | #raincontest

scene one: 
this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy- 
no one is the bad guy- 
the blame shifts from monster to monster 
and in this place everyone bares their teeth. 
you are standing behind a deceitful window
and someone is asking you  
to point out who did it. you lift your finger- 
him. and him, and him, and her. her, too. 
me. you.  

you're tired of the turning tables. someone must be 
pressing random buttons on your life's controller,  
monster turns to angel 
turns to devil turns to deity 
turns to culprit turns to you. you, you're every
in between, every gap, every void, 
and you're tired.  

let's play a game. let's say 
that there's a tower, and a princess, 
and a dragon and a knight. 
you know what happens. you know 
how this goes. 
the beautiful blond princess tosses down 
her impossibly long braid 
and the knight climbs up. 
they fall in love. and...

My kind of Story | #raincontest

scene one: 
this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy- 
no one is the bad guy- 
the blame shifts from monster to monster 
and in this place everyone bares their teeth. 
you are standing behind a deceitful window
and someone is asking you  
to point out who did it. you lift your finger- 
him. and him, and him, and her. her, too. 
me. you.  

you're tired of the turning tables. someone must be 
pressing random buttons on your life's controller,  
monster turns to angel 
turns to devil turns to deity 
turns to culprit turns to you. you, you're every
in between, every gap, every void, 
and you're tired.  

let's play a game. let's say 
that there's a tower, and a princess, 
and a dragon and a knight. 
you know what happens. you know 
how this goes. 
the beautiful blond princess tosses down 
her impossibly long braid 
and the knight climbs up. 
they fall in love. and...

some girls

some girls are like the sun. some girls have smiles that burn your eyes when you look too hard and bleed white spots into your vision when you look away, she radiates warmth and happiness and love love love and she makes you feel like you're honey and molasses when she touches you, you don't even have to like her in that way to feel like your heart is floating all feathery and free in your chest  

some girls are like stars, sparse and shy and enrapturing, they blink long and slow and their smiles are few and far between but damn, are they worth it. some girls laugh like wind chimes and breathe like blood clots, her veins are filled with inky empty space and her eyes are literal nebulas, you don't have to be in love with her or even know her to want to reach out and touch her, everyone imagines she's shimmery like oil and warm...

BLUE APOCALYPSE

From behind the dry mountains, 
You hide from me. 
I cry for you, as my lips bleed 
And you sing to me, 
From the chilling deep.  

Dead things fall from the sky 
And I know we're the reason why. 
My breath is dark 
And you are slipping away. 
From inside you, I hear your heart; it is weeping.  

And suddenly, the ground can  
Scream. 
We run from nothing, towards the  
Inevitable light.  
Our bodies team with electricity. 
We are slight, and the sun coughs.  

My hands sweep over your soul, chewed and frail. 
You grasp at me, eyes cracked and lost, 
And my lungs fill with death and frost.  

You have seeped into the depths, 
Beyond my selfish reach. 
Blood trickles down the trees and I fall into the sea. 
I breathe the water; salt and all, until a mermaid's 
song chokes me, and I am gone.  

We meet again; pearl roses beneath our feet. Your eyes are black and...

what they did wrong

my mother made me 
with her hands, kneeled on
the bedroom floor
with strips of paper and shards
of glass, with broken
promises and flaming mistakes,
she took a glue stick
and pasted each regret together,
i am a collage of
ugly things. some nights
i stand before
a mirror in the dark
and pull the skin back from
my mouth. my teeth are made
out of the lies
my father would tell my mother
to keep her quiet. he
left a long time ago,
something about an open window
and a lonely driveway,
at least now he doesn't have to try
to pretend that he doesn't want to
strangle us. maybe i should
feel sorry, but i'm the one with
the plaster and the
cardboard, struggling to fill
the holes in the walls that his fists
left. maybe i should
go back to the kitchen floor
and find the big pryers, so i can
pull out my teeth. maybe ...

A bittersweet synopsis

I watched water trickle down my disheveled crusts. Blurring my pages and distorting my story. Please. Ignore my tear stained pages and damaged spine, it’s from all the obstinate souls that can’t seem to stop flicking in attempt to decipher something indecipherable. Don’t be frightened, I may be peculiar but I won’t bore you. But I must warn you, at least for safety precautions; you may find excess blood wedged in my spine from the countless attempts to reassemble a damaged chapter. Also, please disregard the dark grey fog billowing in my interior, that’s my soul. You might find a demon or two lost in-between chapters, that’s most probably my conscious. Likewise, if you find my sanity crushed in between the first and second chapter, it’s because I’ve chained her there along with the rest of my emotions years ago. My infamous companion Judas will be filling in due to her vacancy.
Now, where is my manners? Allow me to...

PTSD

An ominous boom startled me out of my abysmal nightmare. My cheeks were dripping wet and my body was bathed in cold sweat. Damp sheets twisted around my limbs as my heart pounded against my chest. The room was entirely dark resembling my soul. No sign of light anywhere. The remnants of my recurring, unwanted memories still clung to my mind, haunting me.
My eyes slowly adjust as I become familiar with my surroundings. I let out a frighted cry and buried my face in my soft, comforting pillow. My breath slowly trembled as I swallowed and turned to see the endless darkness in my room. It happened again..
 

over thinking

Riddle me this. How can I call it a nightmare, if it doesn't leave my presence when I awake?

So what if im gay

Here I stand, enclosed and encased
trapped in this small wooden space
the world is cruel, that’s a given
but this is the era we were forced to live in
don’t tell mum
it’d break her heart
ill never feel my father
turn in his grave
never hear my mother cry
Lord, what kind of child is this?
your embrace is a cage
but your mind is the key
I was wrong to confide
Immature to decide
Trust I could give
And my life I could live

Survivor

*In the distance, I could see thick grey smoke billowing into the skies. The bright turned black and ascended in the air in dark grey plumes of darkness and misery. Carrying the dreams and lives of many to another place far beyond the stars. No matter how much effort was given, the fire didn’t cease its reign of terror.
I felt my legs begging me to run but it was as if my feet were glued to the ground, I only watched as everything burned. I attempted to yell but I’ve forgotten how to breathe, I was totally stunned as the words bounced around in my brain as i tried to regain sensibility, “help” I yelled.
I sunk in my spot at the sight of the demented faces staring back at me, they glared at me with outright contempt. I felt the adrenalin flow through my veins like a gushing river. I couldn’t move a single muscle, nor could I...