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Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Colour me in your mind
Am I vermillion red
or prussian blue?
Maybe a mix of the two?
Or just a hue
Of simple forest green
No wait, aquamarine
like an underwater scene
Deep and darkness within
Yet maybe you enjoy shades
that are bright
and they look so
under the sunlight
But true colours show
only under the grayest skies
to the most observant eyes
You only get to know a person truly when they are at their darkest moments.
Oh, happy Holi from a Norman Gortsby ;)
You tell me to be strong
You tell me to hold on
Yet I lay here with nothing but my dog
I'd pour my heart out for you,
If only to tell you that you are loved
You are the perfect peace to my chaos
Thank you for never letting me be lost
Global? we are not,
we are and always
have been
Tribal, it's in the DNA
holstered as a memory.
Hope White
How much better to
drown, surrounded by water,
than to die of thirst.
Barbara R Maxwell
Sitting in a bakery sipping coffee
Watching the wait staff moving to and fro
People eating weekend breakfast
Talking and smiling
Streets full of people

Bakery heaven

Precious baked goods for sale
Beautiful to see
The scent of them like perfume
Intoxicating to the senses

Bakery heaven
I paint daisy chains
On sharp edges
Roses in my hollows
Starvation in full bloom
Is lovelier than death
So I'll throw bouquets
On my own casket
And dig shallow graves
In my tummy
Bury yesterdays love
Resurrect today's doubt
At least skeletons
Are not afraid to die
Taylor fontenot
how are you?

/i am not happy
nor am i sad
i am nothing and everything all at the same time

i am drifting in a vast sea of nothing
i am drowning
i am suffocating
i am tired/

i'm doing great
Have you ever fallen in love?
Well I’d like to think that I have.
But the thing is, he’s someone that I’m unworthy of.
He’s a perfect person in my eyes.
Yeah he’s made his mistakes.
But I can compromise.
He’s charming and confident.
And exactly my type.
But it’s quite evident.
That society can’t have us together.
You see, he’s a “nerd.”
But I can’t stop thinking about whether.
Whether or not things would’ve been better, the other way, if people actually heard.
Eh, who knows if this makes sense. If it doesn’t here, I’ll explain. I’m one of those “popular” girls in a way. Pretty and witty and brave. Straight “A” student who beautiful and everyone loves/ hates because they’re perfect. So I met this boy and he’s the one person I really can feel myself around. He’s funny and always outsmarts me. The problem is he’s “weird” “****” a “nerd.”
I hate how I didn’t tell him how I feel. There really was something there. But I don’t like him anymore, or anyone for that matter. Good luck everyone one their love life’s. For the young and old. :)
This sickness?

Being yelled at for throwing tantrums
That were really panic attacks

Beating yourself, hurting yourself
Because you made a mistake

Being confused that no one had hurt you
But you were always in pain

Being told to just calm down
And to stop overreacting

Being unsure if you want to be better
Because maybe it’s just your personality

Not trusting yourself anymore
Because there’s medication in your head

Wanting to feel numb
Because inside everything hurts

Wanting to get high
Because inside you feel numb

Always wondering if you’re okay
And knowing the answer is probably “no”

So if you want to know
What it is that ails me
This is it
This is what I’m fighting

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

To **** for the impossible
Is to grant your own demise
A love that isn't returned
A future only seen in your own eyes
In another reality, your souls are intertwined
Just in this one, such connection you won't find
Peace of mind is a foreign concept
Undefined feelings are realised
Defined feelings are misaligned
& by staying, it's my fate I've signed
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Words form and the subconscious heard
Origin known
I opened my eyes and saw a light;
through childish sight
the light took flight.
cried my sister dear
but I saw fairies
flitting near.
Little wings
delicate and soft
they would break
if I merely coughed.
I closed my eyes
and sprouted wings
a firefly
of the spring.
Listen, listen,
do you hear me sing?
The trees are the chorus
rustling in the wind,
the river adds music
wild and unpinned.
My wings carry me
higher and higher
I feel my soul
burning with fire--
“Sister! Sister!”
blink blink
open my eyes
but I still like to believe
that they’re
not just

to: a magical midsummer night
Call me Oliver
The sweet feeling of release
As we poured more solution
The more it would glaze into the thick air of spring
We are young
We are helpless to feeling powerful
As the fire

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
Unspoken words
Inhaling deadly chemicals as a death wish,
or maybe it's just a deadly addiction.
Begging for attention or
simply a way out.
Aspiring for life, but lifelessly haunting pathways,
not knowing if we're living rightfully
or just following along with the ones
that said we're saying it wrong.

Waiting for the sunrise after a long night,
not knowing when I'll see light.
Thankfully my mind hasn't been overcome
by lonely thoughts at midnight
giving me some sleep until the morning.
Where the day refreshes and yesterday becomes
another day I slept through.
Just something from the past... one year ago.
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
It can't rain all the time
Says the sun as it rests
Nestled above the pulsing clouds
While wave by wave of shining silver
Give a cool respite to the world below
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
I wish silence could explain
That my words are not in vain
And if you want me, there I'll be

I wish silence could explain
That I'm true and sincere, not insane
So if you'd like, there I'd be

I wish I could just say
But I have to trust the silence
Cause that's the price I have to pay

It makes me feel dizzy
But yet still it's easy
Cause I couldn't find the words

So I shut my mouth from here
Without a single tear
So you can hear my loud silence

Knowing it's for you.
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
Last birds
Migration time
My desolate trees
There are many people you can lay in bed with,
But there are few who you'll want to wake up with
With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home
It was thought that a young girl did roam
Away she went on her feet
Or did someone take her in a van?

The children in the street they did report
That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort
I checked the home even under the beds
Under the covers where kids hide;
the closets too

My counterpart and I got the whole story
But our guts told us something wasn’t right
In the kitchen we quickly discussed
The rapidly changing story of the kids outside

There was something wrong
Something not right, the feeling was palpable
We double checked all places for a sleeping child
Then glanced through the back window with fright

A pool.  We became overcome with dread
The officers and mother swore they checked the pool
They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep
But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by

Chuy and I stood at the pool
The water was not nearly clear enough
For us to rule out the unthinkable
We both peered from side to side

I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain
At the deep end of the pool did I bend
And stared ever intently at the drain
The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves

Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw
A sick pall did upon us fall
I grabbed the long net
And commenced a long haul

I felt the spot heavy on the net
While officers searched for a kidnapper
Which was accorded by the kids
The mother thought we were wasting time

As I pushed the heavy
To the shallow end of the pool
I saw her four-year-old body
“****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant

We drew straws to jump in
To fetch the poor child
To return her to her mother
I lifted her out and wrinkled she was

Too late to revive, too dead
Now how to tell the mother
So we braced her for her fall
She saw her baby stiff and wrapped

A toy floated by
As mom she hurtfully cried
We brought the EMT’s
They saw she was too far gone

Called off the troops
Squeezed the water from my pants
The officers and mother could not understand
How they missed the little tot

Our feeling, unfortunately correct
A mother’s life wrecked
It’s tough to pull a child from the water
And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
cut my wrists open
feel my blood drain
that's how i'm feeling
can't make the pain go away.
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch
Erica Girone
They tell me to be happy
To laugh & act care free
They tell me I’ll feel better
Why can’t they just leave me be?

They tell me to be happy
As if it should be easy for me
They tell me I’m not trying
I can’t help but disagree

They tell me to be happy
If I go to therapy they guarantee
That it will fix all my problems
Which sounds so silly to me

They tell me to be happy
I tell them I’m just fine
Sometimes there’s beauty in suffering
And I’ve found mine in rhyme
it’s not a normal feeling
not a temporary feeling
you’re sick, and you know it
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
I say I hate you.
Little do you know,
I'm scared to say I love you.
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
Etched under my skin
Flame roses blister

The scars on the
Palms of my hands
Bleed stigmata thorns

My eyes freeze to crystal
The tears 'round my throat
Are fashioned in
Black lace obsidian

My lips, the color of
Amber and fire
Are vows never broken

I perceive with the
Ears of prophets
And the vision of
Angels falling

I speak with the tongues
Of solar flares

The light finds me
Pierced with many sorrows
While in darkness
I'm stanchioned at
The fork in the path
Within the garden
Of Good & Evil

My moons are scarlet
My stars are cold
My suns are silver



Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2015
Revised 2018
I've posted this before. This is a repost in honor of my new friend, Jordan.
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take me out.
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