Sincerely, Flower

By Aby Yba

He loves you,

Observe and admire how my great beauty spreads itself open before your eager eyes. Smell my scent as every second, I lose it.

He loves you not.

Sincerely,

Flower

Yes, the one that you pick up and smell, and cut, and tie, and display, for all to see, Or give away, or sell  for others to drown,  for others and for all to see. Do it fast, but not too fast.

Do it, before I wither.

FOR REGINA (BIRTHDAY)

By Invictus

They say the body is made out of dust, but no one has ever told me the flesh could also erode from the body like a mudslide. A hug can warm the heart, but tell me other ways how I could warm your heart without crushing what is left in that body of yours. Those bones were reaching out to me like branches, and I could only hope I was  a bluebird singing in the vast forest of your lost faith. Unwilling to let go of my memory of that girl you once had been, I held you in that embrace like a remnant of an artifact whose real form had gotten lost in time; you, whose body is now a collateral damage to the bloodshedding of your own hopes.

WHITE FLAG

By Invictus

Words sometimes do not stay true to form. When used skillfully, they can squeeze out the sweetest of juice and throw away the bitter peel. I use metaphors to hide the forbidding shape of grief and unload my depression out of my chest forcing you to read every writing I post about how messed up life has been. But this isn't mere writing anymore.These words are the aftermath of a battle. This is a war cry, a sound of loss and victory and betrayal. This is me throwing grenades and dodging bullets hoping to see Life plant a white flag on the battlefield.