For the record, this was supposed to be posted yesterday, that's my bad. From now on, it will be posted the first Monday of every month. Now, onward!
There Are No Cars In The Streets
there are no cars in the streetsi seek distance and i find it
in the cold air
as i walk
with no direction, gasoline
lingering in the streets like bad perfume.
she swears i smell like death
when i come back inside,
for a minute i believe her.
i exhale oily shadows and when i catch my reflection
in the mirror i have no face, screaming
i try to scrape off the emptiness
with broken fingernails.
and when she tells me to calm down
her lips aren't moving.
By - EternalSunday
"Fascinating and horrifying - this poem reads like a dream, but feels like a nightmare."
UNCENSORED SENSORYWe could feel the earth breathe
It flooded, a great wind
Our lungs with the leaves
We could see veins in the sky
They stretched, vast branches
To the ones in our eyes
We could hear music from space
It flowed, stellar symphonies
Crescendos from the commonplace
We could smell so much stardust
It spilled, swirling clouds
Our vows and our lust
We could taste each other's heartbeat
They echoed, drums of thunder
Never ending, complete.
By - OniOfTheShade
"Fantastic imagery in every line painting a powerful picture in the minds eye, while playing on the heartstrings."
PersephoneI fed her
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
By - xthe-eleanorx
"Shockingly profound in all its simplicity, it tells such a tragic tale in such a beautiful way."
Epilogues like Epitaphs
Epilogues like EpitaphsOnce upon a vapid day in
a town full of glazed-eyed murmurs
ultimately amounting to nothing, she
met a boy who said he'd calculated the
probabilities of wishes and knew what it felt like
to breathe a dream. He told her he'd write
her the world, he'd tell of the promises the
oceans kept and the way the stars never
quite compared to her eyes
but he lied.
And she figured love fancied
narcissism the same way she believed herself
deliquescent. (because we're always looking
for the prettiest ways to say we're
Then on a broken night that tasted of
lucid intoxication and blind reminiscing,
she met a boy built of big words
whose heart sounded authentic [enough],
and when he called her beautiful,
she really believed him.
that is, until the wind stole him away
in the form of a pretty girl who meant
more and was worth less. She
concluded that love feared dying alone
(just as much as she did) and
maybe it wasn't such a travesty to succumb
and let substantiality crash over you. Maybe
By - intricately-ordinary
"Gorgeous, eloquent, tragic - the emotion in this piece will fill you up, just to empty you out."
stringsyou hinder my imagination
living somewhere in
the corner of my mind
staring through my
like a doe
caught in the cross fire
of words unkind
you've bruised my heart
with slings, strings,
and battered butterfly wings
you feign weighted kisses
as your breath still hisses
when crevices unwind,
By - Hfeather53
"The last line hits like a slap in the face - a powerful conclusion to resonate within you. Strong emotion without being whiny, eloquently written."
UntitledThere are times
when my chest feels hollow,
so I spend hours alone
planting lead weights
in my ribcage as if
they'll bloom flowers.
They never do.
By - tiajones
"Succinct and strong. The lovely imagery goes perfectly hand in hand with the heartbreaking emotion."
Keep writing and submitting, maybe next month, one of your pieces will be chosen.
(We will not be accepting nominations for monthly feature of works, they are chosen at random by the admins. Please feel free to continue sending your nominations for our Member of the Month!)
P.S. Our contest "A Winter Only World" is still going on and I am so happy with the response so far! Keep it up guys, there are a lot of you I still want to hear from.