Lit Loves Vol. 16

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Equinox and Solstice by KimberlyJolanda 

Rome (1 a.m.)the fear
it follows me
(everywhere I go)
it is at home
early mornings
in Milan
the cobblestone
streets
of Rome
high tide
in Venice
and on
to parts unknown
it lurks
just outside her arms
it waits
at the end
of this poem
Rome (1 a.m.) by YouInventedMe 

Just the WayYou break and say "I almost talked to you."
I slip up and say "I love you, need you in my life, please." 
Because there is black ice in my view
sliding over lines, scraping praying knees, my pleas
stripped; all that I can do is nothing, is worry, is generate fear to nowhere.
What any of that means to you? 
I am left to hope good, flinching, should I dare
all my life spirals down, like a comet caught in orbit this time around
fizzling out in the night, my anchor, gravitas tunneled in my sight
nevermind me, never find me, you know you are not alone
and I am fine the, fear behind the, hands that open doors, not yours, no, never home.
Writing, it pains me, living exhausts me, attempts to manufacture false charisma, a living, screaming "Oh the humanity!" Wasted on the, amount of flesh they used to make me, because of all the, heartache, it takes to make the mask untie, tightly, s
Just the Way by Evilhappy 

how to raise a broken kidi.
i was born in the eye of a raging hurricane
in the night where all the rivers
turned the water into tears---
there was pain and there was rain
and muffled whispers to my ears
from that day i recognize
the face and color
of my fears
ii.
let them claim me
let them drain me
till my last droplet of hope
let them crucify me hollow
through a kid's kaleidoscope
let them dress me with their sins
and their outdated type of skins
let them paint me with their colors
and pretend i didn't see
iii.
in the corner of the room
broken bones on broken bed
paint is dripping down the walls—
fading colors under red
i can't breathe and i can't hear
a single thought inside my head
without asking if it's mine if it's yours
or if it's theirs
close my eyes enough to see
a crumbled note on the bookshelf—
mom and dad will always love you
just don't ever be yourself
how to raise a broken kid by mbonfire 

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The Clock on the Bookcase Next to the Picture Worm by BootShopStory

Songs That Sound Like SpaceI think I might be coming back.
I hear the echo,
the sonic boom from
the beginning of time,
shocking my system with static potential,
the hum that's always been there.
In between my ears
I think there's someone chattering again,
and she's lilting along
puffing out thoughts
into the warming winter air.
Maybe I just needed to ground myself,
let the electricity in once more,
but I was afraid to touch the universe
for fear of the stars stinging my fingers.
Beginning again can hurt
but again I feel awake.
Songs That Sound Like Space by stargirl2791

Thank you to mrcrozier for suggesting

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