#ink skinned

[yourpoetrysucksman]

God bless the Tv

singing theme songs like hyms

arms raised floating to their glowing gods

hoping to touch and crawl into the screens

reciting favourite lines in prayer

whispering in hopes they’ll hear us

we love you help me answer me

looking at the glowing halo for guidance

how to live righteously

where to find comfort

fuzzing screens turn your face from fighting parents

pockets pinched

shoulders shoved

to radiating fiction

gather the family weekly

to hear your favourite stories

hand picked by a powerful few

crying with your charecters

or when the spirit moves you

fogging up the CRT

faces buzzing with static

you can almost feel it all

eyes full of hope and wonder

how could it be so perfect

dreaming of going there someday

they ask me if i believe in god

i look at them confused

can’t you see

he’s in my living room

[four-leafcl0ver]

Maybe in another life

I got to keep you

Give you the love you deserve

Give you the love that I wish I could give

Maybe in another life

We made each other happy

Like how we wanted to

Maybe in another life

We got to go to the places we wanted to,

We got to do all the things we said we would,

And be with each other ‘til our last breaths

Maybe in another life

I wasn’t so cruel and heartless

And you didn’t need patience and understanding

Maybe in another life

I would still be watching you in your sleep,

And we’ll just always be by each other’s sides

I’m sorry we broke each other’s hearts.

Maybe in another life, this didn’t happen.

– I’m so sorry that it’s not in this one

[wanderlustedink]

it’s funny how, when you lose your notes they say you’re irresponsible. it’s funny how, when they look for someone to take care of their things, they say you’re reliable. they say it with a smile. they say it with a i love you don’t worry you’re everything and nothing i’ve ever said.

it’s funny how, you tell yourself you need to get up. you need to do the thing, you need to stop being tired, you need to help yourself. it’s funny how, when they need the same things, when they ask you for help, you’re not tired anymore, you want to do the thing, you get up and you do it. and you do it with every movement saying i love you i’ll do this for you.

we’re both idiots, aren’t we? we all are, and we laugh and poke fun, but when you said, “you’re my bestest friend ever,” i wasn’t thinking bestest isn’t a word, i was thinking, is this what love is?

no, we’re not in love, but we do love each other. and i’m sorry if someone told you that wasn’t enough. i’m sorry if you thought that romance was the epitome of love because it’s not.

friendship always came before. friendship is the paint peeling off of the swing set. friendship is dipping your toes in the water. friendship is getting a double scooped ice cream cone on a summer morning. and i can’t, i cannot find an end to this.

because this was never meant to end.

[dollpoetry]

The world is ending tomorrow,  but at least I met you when things were still soft. Before the sky fell into the ocean, and back when my dad would only joke about the world ending, and we would laugh because it never seemed like a possibility. At least I met you in another life. Teach me how to forget, teach me how to let go of the hope  that it will all come back.  Can you teach me how to  stop being so nostalgic for a life we no longer have?

The world as we know it is ending.

[thatdoesntsoundwrite]

I would like to live the highlight reel of my life and leave out the nights where I lie awake cursing the stars for creating me. Why must suffering, and causing others to suffer, be so innately human? Can I not simply love and be loved? Can I not simply live my victories, and not my downfalls? Can we not simply live unnervingly happy for our entire lives?

[atleastimliving]

i remember telling you I loved you

you simply whispered," I know"

it sounded like a dream

it sounded like a wound

- watching the things I cared for fall apart (k.s.)

[imsorrythings]

You are a play with no lines I've read a thousand times enunciating each vowel, lingering over each breath-obstructing consonant.

Left foot behind the right, behind the left I march to deliver your story, officer to your memory. These are my black lacquered boots, this is my public to serve; See how strong I’ve grown  from carrying you?

On any Sunday in eternity you wash a wine glass in the kitchen sink while our love decants on the kitchen counter. I’d sleep so steadily as I waited for you to part your lips,  rising to the trumpet of dawn.

[weshallprevail]

We happened here.

And there’s a broken mirror

And a lot of bottles

And pain

And I know now

You won’t ever look at me the same

It’s over

And we’re hanging on to all these used to be’s

And you’re still here but I’m alone

And I know

I start too many sentences with conjunctions

I just have too much to say

My thoughts are too loud and so is my voice

I’m just trying to convince myself I’m still here

I’ve lost so much in such a short life

And most of the time

Nothing feels real

But I still believe this was

And now it’s not

And I’m trying like hell to climb out of this fog

But I can’t see

So I can’t leave

And it isn’t lost

All of this irony

But I won’t let myself

Believe

That you

Don’t love me.”

- sitting on the floor of your apartment