Eileen Xu
Eileen Xu
Dec 31, 2016

Vodka doesn't burn
Half as bad as third degrees
From you leaving me

Evelyn Smith
Evelyn Smith
Dec 12, 2016

I didn't want to feel like this again.
I didn't want to attachment issues to come back.
They are my worst fear, and I dread they can make 6 months snap just like that.

My room seems so quite.
I have my music on full to block out the silence.
But these thoughts and these feelings are wounds and penetrations that are nothing more than violent.

And I'm overwhelmed by longing sensations.
I'm suffocated by numbing lacerations.
My skin is burning from the loneliness that is suppressed deep inside my stomach.

I sit with my plush animals so close to me, pressed upon my chest.
But when I hug them, they don't feel like home to me.
Though I promise I'm trying my best.

They are the issues that could ruin everything.
They are the thoughts that keep me up at night.
They are the anxieties and horrors that leave my throat feeling tight.

I'm holding back tears and I'm trying to stay calm.
But this is the after math of years of trauma, that leave me dreaming of only your arms..

Mental Illnesses are my greatest burden.
TK Khanh
TK Khanh
Nov 30, 2016

what does peace mean to you?

let go
don't cling
my brother
are you not

for you to bear the storm
to spare some tears

the calm is coming
tonight or in ten years
an unrivaled friend

This poem is about my brother. He struggles with depression and has suicidal thoughts. On Saturday night he punched some kid in the jaw and broke his hand. After taking him to the doctor today, I was feeling so many things. The first paragraph has to do with me wanting to let go of my attachment to him. we are more than just the body, our souls are eternal. I had to stop myself from saying 'my' or 'me' because that causes attachment which is suffering. The second paragraph explains how family and friends of those who commit suicide. They will tell others not to do it because of the pain it will cause the loved ones. Depression is a disease, where peace is all you want. They are not trying to cause others pain, just trying to release some of their own. The third paragraph is to provide faith. We all have our seasons. Nothing is permanent, the good, the bad, always fleeting. The last line was inspired by my brother explaining to the doctor that he got into an altercation with a 'friend'. This 'friend' is similar to depression. It hides in the darkness and talks shit.

We humans tend to get fixated on Beauty.
Many would say
That it's better to be fixated on Beauty
Than Ugliness,
But it's not so TEMPTING
To fixate on Ugliness.
It's Beauty that becomes
An Attachment.

Nov 9, 2016

We glue everything into place and get so attached,
when life is just the distraction, the side effect
of death.

~i hope my teacher doesn't judge me~

Sometimes, we hate the people
Who made us who we are,
But Hatred is a form of attachment.
So, by hating someone,
One doesn't  actually differentiate oneself from that person.

The Nada
The Nada
Oct 29, 2016

To the shallow or depth of the ocean
I'll never let go of your hand
And if you want to swim around alone
Don't worry, I'll wait you on the shore.

-The Nada
The Nada
The Nada
Oct 19, 2016

A free verse sonnet
To someone I miss the most.
One of my favorite people in the world
I remember all your giggle and franticness
Your envy and affection
Your attention and appreciation
Your generosity and magnanimity
I am mesmerized by your feelings and prompts
Years of silence longing.
Miss the way how you mind
Still remember how you stare
First man who says I’m good in singing.
These instant words are the words
I doubt if I can ever tell to you, personally
I Love You Dad!
When you left I cried
Not because you’re not here anymore
But because there’s NO MAN,
Will treat me like you did.

The Nada
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The Nada
The Nada
Oct 4, 2016

Heeded numbness

But mull over benevolence

Overlook the saccharine action,

That that was prejudiced affection.

The Nada
The Nada
Oct 1, 2016

Hi this is hurt
From the province of brokenness
In the city of tears
At the street of unfulfilled promises.

I just woke up from the funeral
Of an abused hollow muscular
Pain that even callous can't clad
Wrecked emotionally and mentally of a lad

This will be my home
I would like to be here
Since no one can hear
The whimp that can tear

I feel loved and cared
All day is being shared
I'll be here for a long time
I'll be here for a long time.

Where someone cared for me
Where someone loves to feel me
Where I am being remembered
Where I can be me. -J.R.G.F

-The Nada
#life   #pain   #hurt   #lovepoem   #attachment  
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