I keep pulling to free myself
From the dead weight
Holding me in the past
Demons circling around
Splitting my pure heart
Into shreds for their pleasure
I look into the mirror
Only to see clouds of black
A mist blinding my sight
Disguising love as torture
That dilutes my core
To the point of exhaustion
Self-defeat is defeating me
As long as I believe it Andrea Lentz is a 30 year old aspiring writer from Austin, Texas, who has been driving away her life in the food
first, it singes the bottom of my stomach
i’m branded, and I know it.
my eyes grow tighter inside of their suction cup homes,
as I twist them around in search of supplemental stimulant.
this noise is never enough. next, I become aware of my heart beat.
each pump drowns me, sends shivers into the strands of my hair,
oh god, let me find good grace at the top of the ceiling,
or the bottom of my drink,
lord knows i'll need it. usually around this time I make a decision, o
On the first day You are a lover.
You are fragile, soft
Not unlike how a bruise is tender and your smile just as purple.
You are the nectar of suffering,
Cataclysmic in your affection. On the second day We love with our eyes closed and teeth bared.
I was never taught that the velvet of words and contusions are actually the same thing. You come in
from the garden laughing wildly, mouth unmoored and saccharine.
Smelling of honey-flowers, lavender, the sweetest and saddes
My eyes were open too long and a draft has gotten in
shedding light on all my many sins
now this room is creeping
suggestions of something haunted and dangerous A subtle wind blows between my heart and lungs
my neglect my indifference
let it enter in the first place
my ribs and the spaces
spread to make space
my organs shuffled to accommodate Starving on the inside
my mind the open sea
my chest the night sky
Arms wide open, facing the horizon,
I let go into the fall, shattered heart in tow.
Wind whips past my hair,
adrenaline courses through my veins.
I close my eyes in somber bliss,
reveling in the tranquil silence.
A fall to never return from,
a fall to the unknown depths,
I fall into the inviting sea, a stormy sea.
Water clouds my vision, waves swirling around.
I gasp for air, searching for a redemption.
An outstretched hand, my heart beats in relief.
I remember your delicate brown skin,
and the fresh fluid surrounding your form. You looked unreal, as you grasped at my chin you were so small, but your heart was so warm. A few days from then, I saw you again. Your shape, once so darling bright,
had ceased it's grasping and mewling motion, and I knew you had been lost to the night. Even if there's nothing out there after
this. A world without you isn't a world. There can be no smiles, no joy, no laughter
so long as my so
in this broken avenue
my heart sleeps for peace
feeling the asphalt that was just wet: my body becomes a tumor. for this fixed linoleum flooring my breath heaves—dry. ruining silence by a broken picture frame my soul yearns to be a sweet wind. Sleeping.
Sleeps. Jan Franz M. was born and raised in Caloocan, Philippines. He graduated from the Polytechnic University of the Philippines, Manila wit
blocks of shattered seashells on fire ridged and burning in my stomach up to my sternum my lungs closing in my heart mingles with the smoke that travels to my head the tidal tears building behind my eyes being stopped like a sand dune suppresses the waves the current traveling up into my brain pressures my skull till it bursts down to my eyes the hurricane welcomes the pressure of the sea salt water crashing over me i am drowning deep wishing to swim out of the water but the
and this is all there is—
greek silhouette in post-modern
perfect planes from local descent.
we are beating-heart marble. i am
here is what i hate most:
the idea of being flawed.
so when we speak, it is with roles
you the lover, him the coward, her
the hero, me the villain.
tell me, Aeschylus, wh
Waking up to a new dawn, a sense of forlorn settles. The day goes by, in a blur of mindless noise and senseless sound. Anything and everything is a reminiscence of a happier time.
Time which should've stayed frozen and never gone by. While the day keeps sanity in check,
nights haunt the memories made. For every thought of learning to move on,
a tear and another is shed. Waking up again, it is all a cycle. Each memory a stab in the heart,
the feeling that of a dagger twist
Is this discovery or disintegration?
Poetry and philosophy annihilates the precipice
Fear of abandonment and the idea of death
Fall apart in the face of natural phenomena
I am a fortress, though I am penetrable
Undeniable, genuine, there is no absence of theory,
Spending allotted time every single day to contemplate and stare
Into the numb silence of truth, as I honor an arsenal of Coping mechanisms
Gasping, but not out of breath
Dispensing tears, but not from ey