It Sucks When Friendships & Relationships Just Fade Away. You Go From Talking Everyday & Seeing Each

Mystery

Even though I see you all the time,

It seems I don't know you.

You are an open book,

But still a mystery for me,

Like a puzzle with some pieces,

But still as good as a one with no pieces.

Trying to figure you out feels like,

Guessing the rainbow colours as a blind person.

And just when I begin to feel,

That may be, I know you,

I see a new you.

Saumya Thapliyal

Bottlecap Press

THINGS I COULD SCREAM TO THE WORLD (but never whisper to you), by Julie Houston

Poetry, chapbook, 32 pages, from Bottlecap Features. THINGS I COULD SCREAM TO THE WORLD (but never whisper to you), by Julie Houston, is a c

From Julie Houston's chapbook, THINGS I COULD SCREAM TO THE WORLD (but never whisper to you), available from Bottlecap Press!

First Kiss

I stole a kiss from you on our first real date I couldn't help it You were in the middle of a sentence as you spoke of music and art you loved and I just leaned over and kissed you And then filled anxious nerves

"Oh" that was all you said and I apologized again and again You looked at me I looked at you and we tried again for a first kiss

For real this time

I loved to write for you, I used to send you postcards, And I absolutely liked it so muchhhh. Then you told me to stop. Why do I love you and hate you

i bury words beneath my tongue

like we bury people once they're gone,

i worry that your mouth might

unearth them with a kiss

but sometimes i just wonder

what you hide behind your lips.

i want to tell you i love you

like a song completely new,

i don't want to sound

like some cover,

a reprise without the truth.

my love speaks in French,

but you only know English,

my love sounds like nonsense

and i don't think that you're fluent.

my love sounds like a splutter,

when it's really a language to learn;

it should resound like a symphony,

a tumbling tongue and a stutter

is not what you deserve.

enduring love

e.m forster, a room with a view / atonement (2007) / thomas hardy, far from the madding crowd / portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / cassandra clare, city of glass / rainer maria rilke / giovanni gasparro / philip pullman, the amber spyglass.

Well you can't always be depressed or sad, at some point you have to smile ＼(◎o◎)／ because Why Not?

Me irl

Memory does not count distance

Nor days or month's

Time illuminates memory

Memory is pain

So judge me not when I think of you

Memories turn my blood red

Turn it into ink

This ink is What speaks to you now

Bleeding is a slow dance

Slow dance between survival and death

If I told you that the medication for my condition

Is you

What would you do?

Riley Samels on Instagram / Etsy

I wish I could say I regret that day But, darling I can't I wish I could hate you And say that's truth But I wouldn't change a thing Not even change the kisses that Went wrong In fact I would take you Hug you and never let go even if thing's repeated themselves I would get the feeling I so long ache I wish history would repeat itself this just this once I miss the time's and most of all I miss you