But then
this light heartache you don't wanna acknowledge --
cuz you think you can beat it but this heavy, heavy knowledge
that it's already beating you --
does it come as soon as does Attachment?

A quiet question hangs between us,
invisible like heartache,
and just as heavy.

.
Once a little boy woke up scared,
crying and calling for his mother.
Once an adult man woke up scared,
crying and calling for his lover.

For the boy there is no answer,
his mother is just never there.
For the man there is no answer,
his lover being just thin air.

You see the little boy is now a man,
who only ever wanted to be loved.
The adult man was the little boy,
who only ever needs to be loved.

So put your arms around the child,
show him love and teach him joy.
And put your arms around the man,
remember, he really is just a little boy.


© Pagan Paul (28/01/17)

Contentment?
Who needs contentment.
Let's burn this fucking house down
so our skin swelts from the heat
and our egos can cry for our lost possessions.
Who am I without my Things?
Who is Sisyphus without his boulder?
A man now content with only himself?
Goddamn Absurdists.

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

selfish,
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.

orangesherbet
orangesherbet
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.

 
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