I heard the truth was different from what I know
I heard you laughing as did Romeo
But then, again, there is a dirty flow
in which you roll
and all your sides
enrapture all the vile vibes
but you do not divide
But I won’t try
to get you out
because I tried once
and it suck me down
and more – you sold me out
you sold me down the river
and it was for months that I shivered
I am in debt
for I preferred your cigarettes
to other more vigorous assets .
Artwork by Januz Miralles
It comes in portions, potions for the tired brain.
I dig my hands and toes in the current,
trying to maintain.
And I fix myself another drink
to avoid the pictures behind my eyes when I blink.
And I’ll have to cover all the white sheets with men and ink –
to prove my capacity to not and to think.
Your scenes have blackened my eyes
And I only live to acquire another vice.
And all the sad songs are lullabies
And all the memories are morning cries.
And it was never part of the plan
to be more far away than
a plane drifting to an unknown land.
by Clint Brown
Maybe someday we could take
and I could show you this love of mine.
And you could use your words
and nothing would leave us blind.
We’ll run on the pavement of clouds,
and lowly we’ll leave our doubts.
And nothing will fool us false.
I want to forever be close.
But the droplets still leave tracks
on our faces,
This ground is cold and so faithless.
My love – it crumbles and shakes in.
The eyes are not fooling,
now face it.
We walk in the puddles of loss,
Highly regarded as fading.
And all that we love is of now changing.
Directions are flowing, don’t blame me.
I am a changing clarity,
but I cannot be pure as sanity.
Wave in me,
out of the everyday scrutiny.
Somewhere where the shores are endless,
where actions cannot be helpless.
it pours in my veins.
It’s ripping me.
But I cannot get over your dignity.
I’m below the lowest I can get.
by Laura Marii
I deal with words
a paradise of lust.
Where nothing but trust
could redeem you as just.
It’s all about words
Nothing is simpler
and I just want that keeper,
another mind tricker.
by Kaan Bagci
You are priceless
but you’re not faultless.
You are the embodiment
of the human sin.
And your soul twists
itself with a grin.
Your body is pain
covered with skin.
It is all so natural,
right and factual.
But the wind still pushes
your head to the sea. why?
what do you think it means
to be free.
If not letting the world
touch you gently…
Pele Meets the Sea by John Foster
Don’t run too fast. Not far, there’s a chasm. Close your eyes, you’ll feel where the pain comes from. So to remove that ugly wrecker and then become…
On the top of the highest hill I sat.
The clear air, the rope I needed to beware.
But then the wind grew sharp, as your words
And cut me loose, it’s my other side you educed.
Only a whisper was heard on my behalf.
The echo of my memories’ laugh.
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I made a big mistake –
Let things roll their way.
Rolling ‘till the end of my reality.
Stop in the valley of insanity.
And I don’t want to remember, but
I neither forget. I only feel my mind in debt
to something that is not yet.
What else would you like to take?
If I still have a life left to live,
Could we make it feel like a myth?
I see, you take my spirit.
by Tomasz Wieja
He needed not clear his heart for he knew what was inside of it.
He needed to clear his head.
She tried to help. But
her words left only rehearsed and the meaning was not meant to be accepted.
‘If that’s what you want’, she spoke, ‘well, you can have it. I don’t want to sail against high tides or fly in a windy sky.’
And he let it all slip.
The way it never was.
Have you no idea that I am in deep? Or you wonder where’s that place?
You smile? I suppose it’s because you know we are the same.
Our state where hate is love and love is hate.
Where words are music. And music is just a sound in the presence of your words.
I am here now. Just tell me when you want to come.
I may not be like her.
Most people don’t like me.
But I know what I am.
And I know what I am not.
I don’t need opinions to create myself.
I need you to listen to me.
I need you to construct me.
Because I am an old ship that has travelled much.
And I need repair, not freshening.
I need you to remove some parts.
Do not let me travel broken.
We encountered for a reason.
And I know I am a lot to handle.
I am myself a quarrel, but I’m not a scandal.
Sometimes I need to be taken control of.
Because a ship cannot be pulled off.
Tempestuous by Melissa Hartley