Jay Jelly

Jul 18

youcancallmesierra

i tried to hold the door for you
and you slammed my hand in the jam for the favor
i'm more of a i cant push this off in good faith
and you're a why cant we just talk about it later
and oh i tried to bridge the gaps
and you just blamed the distance on me
so maybe i threw the match
but we were already saturated with gasoline

and on my way out you spit in my face
i feel the venom and your need to be right
and you tell me i'm the most hateful person you know
then dont even say goodbye
such a glum note to leave on
i will die before you believe much less defend me
if you really felt that way
what did you even want with me

where do i even
begin

is this really
finally
quietly
the end

my love you hurt me so

Jul 18

Ami Mathur

I still summon you

You say, “It’s one-sided.”
You’re right.
Because I’ll always stand —
On the side where you are.

I know I won't hear your voice—
Calling my name from behind,
Like it used to...

But still I hear those whispers.
Whispers that make my words tremble—
Now, only in gestures
I repeat the silent vespers.

I know I have lost you.
But maybe just for a few moments.
My heart doesn't want to summon this defeat.
Kneeling down
On this deserted land—
Unable to put your name out of mind.
Like a sage enchants the mighty grace,
I say it on repeat.

Jul 18

Ashes

Laid Bare

i carve pieces of myself,
laid bare,
not for people to understand,
but for people to see themselves in me.

feel free to carve your own,
lay yourselves bare,
people may never understand,
but at least you'll see yourself,
and what you've gone through.

Jul 18

Ashes

The Smoke

the smoke from me is a bubble,
a repellant of sorts,
unspoken words from me,
saying no need to come by,
there's nothing to be said.

this is too much to be felt,
too much
to be contained,
too much
to be expressed,
too much
to bear.

i'm not weak,
i'm not scared,
but i can't walk any further.

i'll try anyways,
for there is nowhere else to go.

Jul 18

Grey

It Takes Strength

It takes strength to look inside,
To figure your stand—
Your war, your battles,
And to surrender.

To understand that pain—
No matter the site,
The origin,
The type—
Still stings the same
When the world moves on without you.

To see you're the only one held back,
While life goes on like nothing cracked.
Your agony?
Whoosh—
Gone with the wind
Of other people's better days.

But it takes a hero—
A Hugo for you—
To know:
This is your fight alone.

That moving forward
Doesn’t always mean healing.
That sometimes,
Standing still
Is surviving.

Jul 18

Lori Jones McCaffery

BEING

19 stones in the satchel I carry.
Some are huge and lots are small.
I hoist them up each morn at dawn
And stumble through another day
Looking for a place to put them down.
ljm

Issues, life, well being. All of it.

Jul 18

Limes Carma

Black Market Moon Dust

I bought my peace in silver flakes,
from shadow hands in quiet breaks.
They said it shimmered, said it flew —
but gravity still pulled me through.

I lined the stars on bathroom tile,
called it freedom for a while.
It sparkled like a borrowed sky —
but burned like comets passing by.

I chased the night, I chased the glow,
until the stars fell down below.
And when the morning asked for me —
I left in dreams I’d paid to see.

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