Feb 14th

Valenteen

By Arik Fletcher

We’ve known each other half our lives,

Through sunny day and winter chill,

So much has changed since we were young,

Except our love which never will.

 

We’ve shared this road for half our lives,

Through cheery smile and sorrowed tear,

So much we’ve seen along the way,

Yet we stay strong through each new year.

 

We’ve been entwined for half our lives,

Through happiness and tragedy,

So much has been in our shared time,

But through it all we’re meant to be.

Feb 2nd

Flip-flop

By Depth Writer

Bourbon floats on the rim of a shot glass

colored lava soothing as it runs down funneled throat

Achromic odor flutters in liquid numbness, the old man

captures an anemia thought.

Feb 2nd

Wired

By Depth Writer

Bell wires blossom across the city,
 their belts coincide with irregular harmony,
as the people group in threes
waiting to hear its show begin.
Braces black with a tint of the sun's
braided spikes radiate over the rooves of unsuspected currents.

Feb 2nd

"Fairness "

By Hansel Gil

"In all my life all my prayers have become one compacted Heartbrake cased into FAIRNESS. If it wasn't for tragedy I wouldn't have found decency, honesty, trust, good faith, decorum, true love as long as we got eachother.

They say even forever ain't forever, but for christina I'm prepared to die in the moment.

She is the factor God intended to fold just so I can fluctuate my old desires of  MELANCHOLY, WEARINESS, ANGUISH, HEAVYNESS, BITTERNESS, THE BLUES, A JAZZY SOUL, SORROW, ANGER AND EMINENT SOLILOQUY;

Into something like

THE LANGUAGE OF THE BIRDS, DELIGHT, PLEASURE, ECTSTACY, PEACE, LAUGHTER, WINE, MINK, SATISFACTION, FAMILY, PARTNERSHIP, AND A HARBORING COMPLEXITY THAT PERMITS ME TO GET PISSED OFF AND INSTANTLY SEAL HER SMILE OR STARES IN A INCANDECENT BRIGHTNESS I CALL THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE.

I KNOW THAT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS A FATAL FLAW , YET I TOO AM GINNED TO BE WEARY OF THE SUN, I too HAVE SUPPED FULL WITH HORRORS AND WHILE NEPTUNES REVOLUTION CONTINUES AROUND THE STAR AND OCEAN'S CONTINUE TO BLUE MY IMAGINATION ; I'll keep WRITING A SENTIMENT.

FAIR AS FIRE IS HOT I'LL LOVE HER TILL THE END.

AFTER ALL THE MOST IMPORTANT GIFT A FATHER CAN GIVE HIS CHILDREN IS TO LOVE THEIR MOTHER.

 

Feb 2nd

Falcon

By Depth Writer

Argent focuses on its stem

Arms of length feel its touch, the azure brightens, as it begins its bend into the unknown. Billets condemn thorns of itch and thirst, bleeding of tongueless empathy.

Shiny chains and chaplet dine on past meals, banishing the mark of beastly ego, pretending it is not there. Bare crimsons gallop on bareback dreams. Like wild animal pulling, destroying the surroundings of symphony.

Chevron faces stare blankly into darkened coral engimas, and cross the eyes of its blind, feeling its way through death's threshold. Dressed in falcon wing feathers, and disposed hemisphere.

Feb 2nd

Weeb

By Depth Writer

 

With this cloth, we hurry to hang the opus on drapery first birthed from the lace of silky dreams, and open thy mind to the textile of feeling.

 

Feel its texture robe itself around your chested vessel, with tissue tightening, weaving fate inside the pores of flesh. Kneeling to the web beneath the soil, 

asbestos beauty hurling toward the border. A canvas blank.

 

Fingers clawing at the sun in the sky, coulisse warped hands show age and miles traveled. 'fore-and-aft-sail, we glide on wings of fir trees, leeches in the pigments of our skin, begging to be taken away, but you say hell no, for there is no room.

Feb 2nd

Abide

By Depth Writer

Abide thy neighbor

 

For the air is smooth with ambiance 

and appears to the dweller of sight,

 to be calm with those of appreciation. 

Apprehend the artifact for those not yet

 to see its value.

 

An art to be painted, absorbed, to assume

the fickle heart, the heavy weight of a world

'Be conscious of', subjected judgments and

its spleen torn from the edges, losing empathy.

 bear the bleed for it is believing.

Feb 2nd

The Gun

By Depth Writer

Death Valley strikes like a lightning bolt out of control

 

An ablation of sins shooting across your eyes of hazel clouds

 

Back in the forest of a brighter moon, the people rummage the land, seeking more than they deserve.

 

No more is there a balance, barren is thy thought, as you thrive to speak of the 'be gone era' and those consumed by a relic gun.

 

Bones lay scattered, blue ruins unload, blotting out the dark harness trying to tear us apart.

Feb 2nd

Mercy O' Me

By Depth Writer

Mercy o' me

 

Fallen being with timid timepiece

 

Drowning in a sea of black liquid

 

Hell's flames quick to reassemble

 

the potent potion of harmful words.

 

Quickly, they are drawn, swords from chariots fire

 

wicks in a box of dreams, sullen, saddened faces

 

commence in half- empty ships, sun up, running

 

free, wild savages break me in two, torn beauty

 

Tears spew from the chivalry, the dark eyes drowning

 

deep into the shades of sky, the birth of hatred spilling

 

from waterfall cheeks, and leaves its grave of death.

Feb 2nd

An Illusion

By Depth Writer

Imperfect images

 

falling to the ground below your feet

 

Fire spitting from cognitive nous

 

opus in palm bleeding...

 

Hunkered humans adrift

 

covered in a cerise sheet

 

Bloody puddles forming spiritual

 

a headway, headlights screaming...

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