lapse

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.

 January 2017 

clint-brown
by Clint Brown

a changing clarity

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.

The need,

it pours in my veins.

It’s ripping me.

But I cannot get over your dignity.

I’m below the lowest I can get.

                                       July 2014

by Laura Marii
by Laura Marii

don’t go chase the wind.

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.

                                                                          December 2013

photo source: tumblr
photo source: tumblr

the land

How many times I’ll have to break myself before my pieces are all gone…You should make up your mind now, because my attitude towards your indecision will end up in an unpleasant way. My words stay silent sometimes, my pen, though, won’t spare you what you deserve. What troubles you you deal with by noon and then you are ready to mess it all up again. Fast and firm. All this is getting tense but it’s not starting to make sense

to you.

I’d probably prefer the little loveless at the end. Never mind all the troubles that he caused.

Sometimes in a far-away land,

we encounter close-to-us people.

Sometimes in them,

we find out needed freedom.

 

“Down Through the Fog” by Jeremy Mann
“Down Through the Fog” by Jeremy Mann

 

 

vs.

The one who doubts in love is cursed to fail in life. No one knows this more than most of all. But I’d rather have a soul on my own. Tomorrow we’ll decide. Tomorrow is better than never, right? What do you say? I will always need my own place to bleed, you said you need to slow down the speed, of your life..what a strife!  Just don’t hold anything against me. Unless you decide to be with me.

Since I’ve been your number two and you’ve been my second choice, we fly on the clouds of our bitter oblivion.

 

1

D-Day

What common sense?! We break everything up to love and hate. And I miss him in and out of every dream and he cannot even sit silent, he only screams. For our minds have never been clearer. I could never have anyone dearer.

Than you.

But I was facing the future with my back when I came here. And I stumbled on my heart just to fall right where I needed to be, far away from my past misery.

 

James Flames
James Flames

Blight

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.

                                                    April 2014

by Tomasz Wieja
by Tomasz Wieja

selcouth

We are at the end of time. I scarce too many lives, but I don’t want to be a repeat of the fool I was before. The pills don’t work anymore, unexpected things happen and I cannot know the weight of my life until I free myself from all those things. Into the more I am now, I will never go. I have never encountered anything as desirable as you. But I am bound to break my reflection in your mirror. You are the pure elitism of my greatest desires.

 

by Margarita Georgiadis
by Margarita Georgiadis

 

selcouth – unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvellous.