I am utterly distracted by the erratic
Pecking of the field mouse
That has found living with me to his advantage.
Still I want to write
That poem
That will make children laugh
Old men roll in the grass with lovers
And young women run in the streets naked
Singing Hallelujah.
I wait to meet you in the midnight of time
To scare the monsters with our passion.
You never cared about me really.
It hurts to finally open my eyes and see.
Now I just feel so stupid and lonely.
I am nothing but a fool to society.
If it's a harbor at the end of the beach
then just say my name in a whisper
like a boat going back and forth
within its sturdy walls
And if it's a house
then the door is cracked
even though it's battered by the wind
There's no hot tea there
let alone the lonely flower of eternity
only soft eyes that feel different
No, not because everything has faded
but simply because it's over
this body still exists amidst the dusty walls
and you just need to speak
And if everything is gone
conveyed in the coldness of your low voice
then never close that door
let the dust continue to seep in between the cracks
and everything will fade
but not all the stories
that you whispered in the dim emptiness
I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the road
But truly at the end
Not waving in a single word
Turning back into isolation
A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.
I start the day with a simple hello
I can see he’s ignoring it, though
Good intentions but now I’m low
He’s always gonna resist
I make a request to stop by
But he’s too private of a guy
I hang my head low and sigh
He’s always gonna resist
These conversations feel so hollow
We once were deep, but now shallow
Now I’m off to cry and wallow
He’s always gonna resist
I must not ask for a date
I won’t get one at this rate
It must be my fate to wait
He’s always gonna resist
Independence is all he will seek
True feelings he will never speak
This situation looks mighty bleak
He’s always gonna resist
I want to show how I care
But I know I mustn’t dare
For he is one to easily scare
He’s always gonna resist
do you ever have your contact bother you all day,
and then, just before you take it out,
it fixes itself?
that’s how i feel
when i’m
with you
***
we were almost to the end of our walk.
“i’m dissatisfied,” you muttered, avoiding my glance.
i wish you had met my eyes.
we could have both seen
we were both
afraid of
***
i dreamt that we lied in your bed for three hours.
you said, “you’re such a f*cking beautiful human.”
i tried not to whimper.
in your bed
for three hours
i told the truth
***
you almost told me last time.
your lip was quivering.
to a passerby,
our hug may have looked
a little bit
too long.
let me love you again
in love with you in every way
in love with you in every way again
things you are
giving up
giving you up
i need to give you up, but i know not yet how
why can't i view you as a friend
why can’t i get over it
it’s been so long
addiction
my strange addiction
my favorite man
i hate you
i am selfish
i know you didn’t do this on purpose, but it has always felt like
you did.
what you did.
maybe you did it on purpose, and i am gaslighting myself
was that wishful thinking
do i wish for vengeance
why have you forsaken me
where did you go
i miss you
i miss you more than you will ever know
forbidden fruit
goodbye
i wish you knew
i wish i had kept you blocked
i cut myself on the same rusty knife as last time
now i want to be dead
it does not feel well
it does not feel well with my soul
Contest: Oxymoron
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
,Date of submission: 4th September, 2025
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My heart screams silently in pain,
Dry tears still drown my fragile soul,
My grief is small yet vast as rain,
My cheeks stay parched though hot tears roll.
My throat cries out in voiceless will,
I’m crushed by love too dark to care,
Your gentle hand was made to kill—
You broke my heart beyond repair.
what if,
we could fly
to any
destination,
and places
making us
feel safe,
I feel
God
made
a mistake
of not
granting
us wings.
I broke the vases,
vulnerable
and worth more
than
my own life.
I love you more
than you ever did,
but I won't say me,
It wasn't that easy.......
I know you adored
of the many times...
you loved me so easily
before the shattering
of the unpredictability
of this end game,
Between the swollen
of my little cheeks,
you hugged and loved me,
and the roof, food and clothing
was something,
I took for granted.
You were sick and not evil....
I became the devil,
now I'm tired and worn
and not be the Abyss
shards of a broken mirror,
I looked at your picture
and my dead brother's....
I'm so ashamed.
All around my house,
All around my heart,
Flowers grow again
As we grow apart.
Don’t know how to start
Letters with no end
That I wrote from heart
Back to you, my friend.
Words seem posh and dull,
But I try once more -
Under cries of gulls
Weeds are overgrown.
In my country-yard,
Where the roses bloomed,
God knows it’s so hard
But I know we’re doomed.
You’re not here with me tonight
But you haven’t been in awhile
I believe you’re coming home again
That’s the beauty of being in denial
That ship has long ago set sail
Any bridges burned and torn down
With my shattered heart and regrets
I’m a failed king without a crown
I turned a love so amazing and pure
Into this loneliness and heartbreak
With out of my life is falling all apart
I caused more pain than I can take
I’m searching for any sign of hope
Stuck between denial and reality
Praying you will knowing you won’t
Some day come back home to me
Those two dates were the greatest in my life,
Until you decided our chemistry was a lie.
Those two dates lead to a period of strife
In which you eventually made me cry.
Those two dates were of so much value,
Until you decided what we have can just die.
Those two dates made me feel it was true
That you too could eventually for me try.
Those two dates made me feel so alive,
Until you decided we can no longer try.
Those two dates made me feel I could thrive
Alongside you until the day you die.
Those two dates are engraved in my heart,
Until you realize we can someday again try.
Those two dates of ours before we fell apart,
Will always be why I'll never die.
If still loving you with all my heart
makes me crazy,
then let me lose my mind—
blowing kisses to the empty air,
talking to an unoccupied car seat,
whispering goodnight
to a picture frame.
Holding your urn tightly,
feeling my heart beating
in sync with yours.
If still loving you with all my heart
makes me crazy,
then let me be the wild one—
still wearing your ring,
laughing at your jokes
only I can understand,
weaving our memories
into every corner
of this hollowed world.
If still loving you with all my heart
makes me crazy,
then let me stay mad—
a woman who refuses
to amputate her own heart,
a woman who loves
like death forgot
to close the door.
Let me dance with your spirit
beneath the invisible stars—
spinning inside the love we built,
the love not even death
can unravel.
If still loving you with all my heart
makes me crazy,
then I will be wild forever—
gloriously,
tenderly,
fiercely yours,
until the stars themselves
forget how to burn.
To all the male members
of the praying mantis species
a word to the wise you guys
now pay attention to my theses
whether for fun you recreate
or to mate and procreate
it's something I really would not advocate
hold on tight to your pants
love at first sight is not romance
I don't care if you look
but never dare go so far
as to unhook her bra
and whatever you do don't lose your head
as before postcoital dysphoria sets in
the female will kill you dead
she'll make a meal of you
tear you limb from limb
and if you don't believe me
when did you last see our randy brother Jim?
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