Category: 2019-20 Submissions

I like to cook,
So I follow the book.
I will make this cake,
happily true.
But, don’t worry,
No, don’t worry.
‘Cause it will be for you.

He sees her
Everywhere
Drinking water in the living room
Cooking him dinner
Caring for him when he’s sick
I miss you, Allison.
Her voice again
Almost making him
Cry
I know.
Why did you leave?
I didn’t choose it.
You of all people
Should know,
I would never willingly
Leave
You.
Watering the plants in the back garden
Why did you,
Then?
He doesn’t mean to get cross with her
‘Her’
I said,
I didn’t want to.
He sighs.
I wish you
Were here
I wish I was too.
But you
Aren’t.
No. I’m not.
Sleeping in their bed.
You’re not here.
And it still proves a shock
When
The
Bed
Is
Cold.

Through drama and pain
Through storms and rain
There is no end
Even if I’m in a fight with a friend
Everyday I have at least one hour with a smile on my face
My heart has finally found it’s place
Even if I get no answer when I call
I will not fall
I will not go down
I will not drown
Whatever mean thing you say to me won’t matter
Because my heart can’t shatter
The only person I want to be
Is me

poison girl.
Self portraits made out of ashes, nothing was ever truly made to last.
You wanted a snake ever since you were a little girl, did their venom call to yours? Your poor mother asked for a mouse and got a viper instead.
Inhale carcinogens, exhale something much worse, every time you open your mouth something deadly slips out. Unnatural smiles glinting in the dark lure him in, but it’s the venom in your fangs when you bite his lip that deals the deadly blow.
Nails drag along thighs and up spines leaving crimson ribbons pooling in their wake.
Forked tongues tie cherry stems into little bows and kiss men they shouldn’t. It seems like party tricks and luxury sins are all you live for these days. You haven’t slept in days but your bloodshot eyes glitter like rubies in the glow of your cigarette butt.
Lust is a color you could never see, but they tell you it is the same color as pain.
ask Mr. Mouse what lust looks like and he looks back at you, ask him what pain looks like and he looks back at you.
Your mother told you never to play with your dinner, but “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” you tell yourself but the smile you flash the mirror shows a little too much fang for innocence. The girl in the mirror has hungry eyes, an insatiable carnivore already looking for her next meal.
That night you took a bath so hot you thought you might finally feel something. Smoke lingers in the air above you like a halo as you take another drag. Being lost is scary but what’s scarier is when destruction is the only path that feels like home anymore.
Your mother wanted a pet and instead she got poison wrapped up in a pretty little package, and you loved your mother dearly but you never changed, only grew older and bit harder.
You are seventeen now and couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to.

We were too close to be just friend
Maybe that’s why leaving you was so hurt

I was fall in love too deep
Maybe that’s why staying with you was so hurt

We didn’t tried to change
Maybe that’s why we could go forever

I didn’t see you since we lost in sins
Maybe that’s why seeing you again was hurt so much

I know deep in my heart
Everything is over
Maybe that hurts the most

All these thoughts in my head
When I just want to go to bed
I question, wonder and ponder
Life that was yesterday, today, and tomorrow
I question my future,
I question my past
Scared that I’m on the path
My thoughts are scattered
Glass that has shattered
I try to leave a trail
But it’s like hearing braille
So every time I fail
I try to go back
Eventually it all goes black
I feel blind
Lost in the abyss that is my mind
All these things in my head
When I just want to go to bed

I sit in showers
Alone for hours
Keeping my brave face is harder than it seems
Keeping this smile that gleams
I can’t go back
For with myself I’ve made a pact
Fact and fiction become one
When everything weighs a ton
It took years to perfect this mask
Now hiding is my only task
I can’t let it out
Because with it, rejection will soon sprout
Certain rules I must abide
Make me have to hide
So my hands are tied
What do I do?
To tell you the truth,
I sit in showers
Alone for hours