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IMCQ Apr 2020
My skin contains your every utterance.
Your malcontent,
Your affronts.
My failures.

It's a love so bitter.
I'm weak to it.
The scent,
It lingers.

I bleed through the bandages.
My hands,
Impossible to grasp.
You let me fall.

We hurt together.
Harmonious are the cries and whimpers.
While you tear yourself apart,
I pour myself into you.
Love is the problem and solution.  The journey and the reward.  Never give up.
spacewtchhh Apr 2020
My body is weary from the aching times that makes me feel like a burden.
My head feels great weight.

My throat constantly sores from screaming my lungs out just to reach out.
My voice has run dry.

My skin sense a scorching sun from within that it aches my insides.
I could see the pain.

But I know it's not the virus.
Heal one's self.
Eva B Apr 2020
So here I lay
trying to imagine the sound
of you
moaning
trying to feel the wet
of your ******
trying to measure
the weight
of this want
in the flesh
lua Apr 2020
my flesh is sore
and tender
covered in deep violet buds
and the blooming yellow flowers
that grew in patches on
dry,
rough skin
and every tear would let blood trickle down
in between the petals
concealed
but felt.
Laokos Apr 2020
she's in my mind
only, ever
in my mind.  i am
a beast drinking blood
in cold shadows.  she's on the stairs towards the gods with gold-flake mirrors on fire.
i can't be soothed by their plasma flesh pixels anymore.
i can't be soothed by their carbon copies.
i will soon be below their real for good.
in need no more of the soft same semblance displayed on the shelves.
i swim in deep pools collecting aloneness on high. the
romantic disaster laughter is muted. these days i can't
help but feel, every now and then,
that death
is
a great kindness
in disguise,          but

not in the
way you
think.
Erian Rose Apr 2020
goodnight, to the pounding rain
and tear stained skin
everlasting dreams left paper-thin
Anthony Moore Apr 2020
In a time of only black and white I am half past colored,
choking on grey.
Relentless in my decent I am sent into the fray.
Sentimental sense gone and washed away.
Clean like our hands dipped in dismay.
Can we interest you in a few "I guess it's true" well that's too bad, it's all that's being offered. And it's awfully absurd.
Can't recall when it occurred but here it is. Inside my every word. Within my every waking moment I am observed in blur and slapped with a slur attached to defining my ability to serve. Smothered in the debris of everyone before me, my book is 30 chapters of the same story.
I break from the mold demanding the ever intensifying focus of eyes wide open as I preach from the curb screaming from within my own skin. But I am speaking in tongues
and these ones, well, they are deaf anyway.
In a time of only black and white I am half past colored,
choking on grey.
m Apr 2020
Floating forward on empty feet
Music clinging to every second that passes my ears
Im overwhelmed by the quiet vastness the world has become
Green spilling over pale balconies
Flowers take their place without remorse
Sturdy white buildings with their usual red caps filled to the brim with life
They feign stillness secretly teeming with love, with hate, with anger,  enjoyment of life, with overwhelming loneliness, with boisterous laughter, with shared meals and smiles and tears
It’s alive, every person a vein, i can feel these buildings breathe as i walk by, feel it’s pulse, every beat resounding deep in my skull
An irrefutable reminder
as my skin crawls from solitude, we are alive, we are alive
quarantine feels
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
I spent most my life fitting in
Shapeshifter in my own skin
To squeeze to whatever size
Matched the proportion of everyones lies
About trying to be as fake and perfect as everyone else is also trying to be
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