On my wrist
is a bracelet
Of the deepest shade of red
Fluid and straight
It stains my skin
And cuts deep into my flesh
Handcrafted with loneliness
And embellished with hate
It glimmers in the darkness
And is masked in the day
A gift
Sent from the boy
Who made my sheets reek
Of black love ...
On Your Wrist
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On my wrist
is a bracelet
Of the deepest shade of red
Fluid and straight
It stains my skin
And cuts deep into my flesh
Handcrafted with loneliness
And embellished with hate
It glimmers in the darkness
And is masked in the day
A gift
Sent from the boy
Who made my sheets reek
Of black love ...
On Your Wrist
TBD
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The Contents of a cabinet
Renee Ferguson
Someone I love so much keeps me up at night. With the banging of cupboards and drawers and the opening and closing of the fridge, with quiet footsteps on carpeted stairs and the sharp squeak of the third stair from the bottom floor. I heard her last Thursday and then I slept out on Saturday but she’s fumbled down the stairs every night this week, too petrified to turn on a light. ..
The Contents of a cabinet
Renee Ferguson
Someone I love so much keeps me up at night. With the banging of cupboards and drawers and the opening and closing of the fridge, with quiet footsteps on carpeted stairs and the sharp squeak of the third stair from the bottom floor. I heard her last Thursday and then I slept out on Saturday but she’s fumbled down the stairs every night this week, too petrified to turn on a light. ..
Grey Bird
A.W. Lion-Cleaver
The grey bird beckons me to join him
Follow me! he says
Follow me!
A nest sprinkled with
Crumbles of ash
Built upon marlboro sticks
and poisonous leaves
Follow me!
Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey
Feathers with knotted ends
Dipped in black
Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough
Follow me!
Grey Bird
A.W. Lion-Cleaver
The grey bird beckons me to join him
Follow me! he says
Follow me!
A nest sprinkled with
Crumbles of ash
Built upon marlboro sticks
and poisonous leaves
Follow me!
Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey
Feathers with knotted ends
Dipped in black
Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough
Follow me!
61 TRIBUTES TO 16
Renee F.
This poem’s made up of excerpts from my friends’ social media posts.
I’ve taken to writing everything down
why am I like this
my head is fucking killing me
I’m in tears
the bloody dresses were there
once it’s gone I feel empty;
music tastes different when you’re high
this is all your fault
I promised myself I’d never do this again
it’s all coming back
home is the worst
she kicked my fucking ass
I have never craved alcohol
like this before
sometimes I hate her
I don’t know what I’d do without her
I’m not lost
you’re not my fucking hero
I feel like no one judges me
when I’m at group therapy
I am depressed beyond belief
it’s barely noticeable but it’s still there
I feel so broken
my heart is fine
so sick of doctors all the fucking time
so close
to being put back in the hospital
he died in a pool of his own blood
I need to forgive you too
I’m trying so fucking hard
I’m so nostalgic
overcoming my fear of change
I overlooked the little mistakes
I love her
I don’t want to
promised myself I’d never do it again
I don’t know what happened
I just hate
dreams do come true
happiness is such a rarity
thank you for joining me
on the emotional roller coaster
that is my life
he’s what teachers should be
my mom wants to drug test me
kiss my rolling happy ass
does anyone else get that feeling
where you really don’t want to die
but also really don’t want to live
- everyday -
you are all officially featured
in my little book of thoughts
fuck you fuck you fuck you
had the worst dream and woke up crying
how many mass shootings will it take
there’s nothing left
girls just wanna have fun
I take it all back
how my life turned to shit in 24 hours:
a novel by yours truly
I am a very lucky girl
I wish you needed me
I was genuinely happy today
I don’t recognize myself anymore
I don’t know if we’ll be alright
it’s been a long journey
she’s the only one that’ll stick by me
there was someone in my room
are you fucking crazy
what is wrong with this world
I just had sex
more than one virgin pregnancy scare
the main character dies
just remember, we’re all so lucky