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Nidhi Jaiswal
In rain
when i weep
who understand my tears on rainy water
The thought came on my mind,When i'm in rain and i wish..susshhh
someone in my life who understand when i weep ..they feel
Thanks for reading.
Hugo Pierce
I am swimming in an endless ocean
At the mercy of temperamental waters
My effort dictated by an apathetic sea
The volatile storms give reason to my struggle
But when the crashing waves cease
And the tide is still
I wonder why I am even swimming
There is no land in sight
No clear direction
Yet if I desist
I begin to drown
Sometimes I just hold my breath
Sink into the depths of despair
Just as I am ready to accept my demise
My toes brush the jagged coral
I mustn't rest on this bed
Or I'll sleep forever
I muster what little energy I have left
Launching off the seabed
Ascending through the pain
Gasping for air at the surface
Relief washes over me
I have escaped the jaws of death once more
Only to end up back here
Swimming in the endless ocean.
This poem depicts the struggles of suicidal depression. The way each day can seem like you are constantly at war with yourself just to maintain your sanity and repress the thoughts that try to take over. The bad days often better than the good because you have a justifiable reason to feel bad. Often you get tired and can want to sink into the dark place rather than fight it, but it can get so bad that you are ready to give up. Usually, at this moment you find a reason to survive and carry on. When you have reached rock bottom, it's either do or die. You work to pick yourself up and put the pieces back together, start getting out of bed, eating again and exercising, only to end up back where you started, fighting each day just to be ok.
๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ. ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—”๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฎ. ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜…๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ & ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†. ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ & ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†.

Hands up
Don't be shy
Say it out
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย loud

ย ย  You hate the world!

Envy more
Stay jelous
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Ignorant

But don't come
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Crying
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Terrified
ย ย ย ย ย ย  And lonely
When everything is over
Ode to Ignorant humans who destroy mother Earth carelesly
Andrew Layman
Not promised life
yet take from it
assigned to a station
and not far to get
all ponderance is infinite
as human I remain
seeking joy
and clarity of life
beyond my early stain.
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
but will
give you
all of

is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
chances are gone
chances are none
chances are no where
chances are a thing to bear
chances are clinging
chances worth remembering
chances are fun
until chances are done

Gary Cuming
Pain exists inside the heart
That mourns the missing day
Emptiness, holding all thatโ€™s lost,
Fingers white, grasping air, slipping away

Darkness surrounds all we see,
Shadows stolen from what could have been
Extinguish a flame, smoke filling our souls
As expectance is hidden and unseen

Embers remain in the sorrowful ash
As the wind lifts up the light of our eyes
The heat reignites, in the kindling of love
As the beautiful flames dull the cries

In all that we do, in all the we are
The fire will never be quelled
Insurmountable hearts, unfettered love
With a yearning of life to be held
slow things aren't irritating
whisphered after
the kiss
on the dark street
Kelly Hogan
I was told long ago
That my light would attract others.
Maybe that's why I love moths so much.
Fluttering in and out of lives, maybe I am the light and a moth.
I can hear what it sounded like
A million years ago
It was quieter
I can hear a pine needle drop
On the rain battered forest ground
It sounds like the barely audible clink
Of harmonics on a guitar
There is probably greatest virtue in the surrender
Of rustling trees blown by archaic windsย ย 
We could all learn from that sound
To be carefree and beautiful
in the hands of nature and time
I badly need a break
but I feel I don't deserve it
I haven't done anything
to feel this tired
physically and mentally
Maybe its all in my head
May be I am over reacting
But i crave for a break
which I think I don't deserve.
i wonder is it okay to stop even though you haven't started ?
There was an angel who fell from the sky
And I mended his broken wings
But it pained me so
When he had to leave
He blessed me goodbye
And kissed me on the cheek
And promised that
Heโ€™d come back for me
a late-night written poem
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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Cold hands
Grasping at my arms,
Longing for some heat,
Unwilling to face
An icy incineration
Before jack frostโ€™s
Legion of frozen winds.

My blood has run too cold,
And I have long since forgotten
That these hands are but my own.
My hands get really cold really easily. But I donโ€™t feel my hands ever get cold. Iโ€™ve never felt my hands get super duper cold. everyone comments about it, but whenever I put my fingers to my neck, I still feel a gentle heartbeat, which tells me Iโ€™m still alive; not a reanimated skeleton! My friends love to call me that because Iโ€™m so skinny.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
believed that she was rare
only to realize
she's one of a kind
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
its 2am and my eyes hurt
i dont wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up
let me stay here

dont let me process dont let me cry
just tell me goodnight and that you love me
Great expectations
trust the BIG BANG theory
satan gets the lead?
It won't be better if I die
It won't get better if I live

It can't be recovered if there's no black box
It can't be healed if there's no wound
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and Iโ€™ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
I had a dream last night
You told me I was just way too much

I said I'm so very sorry
Please don't leave me to cry in the dust

I never meant to hurt you
I hate myself for ever telling you my story

You deserve so much better
Please don't let me fill your head with worries

Maybe it's for the best,
I'll let go of you and let you get some rest.
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
Sophie Chiang
your precisely placed golds, pinks, oranges, and splashes of rich reds
painted over by a mop-full of thick, dull graphite grey.
the words you so painfully extracted from your near-dead heart
agonizingly buried right back into the abyss of soul it came from.
your lyrics harvested from the insides of thinly-walled veins
dumped into a floating sea of dejected nothings.
shapes crafted from the convoluted map of a firing brain
morphed into one dimensional figures fitting perfectly inside a box.
frozen moments of space captured by a still-whirling mind
unfrozen and desecrated by your own, still-grieving mind.
Gather up your words,
and let your voice be heard.
Bonk a stranger over the head,
with your opinion.

Now's the time for us oppressed,
to get undressed,
and no longer wear the clothes,
of the feeble minion.

There's a new day dawning,
that the people are wanting,
not for us to weakly stand aside
and hide.

Rise from the muck and mire,
to fight fire with fire,
those who bully are really
cowards deep inside.

Stand up from your knees please,
and live on your feet,
as we march through the street.
It's time to begin,
it's them we condemn.

Their voice shouldn't be louder,
just because they have power.
Now is our hour.
We'll burn their shoes,
while they're standing in them.

When they turn the other ear,
and feign to neither hear or care,
what we have mumbled,
and rambled and said.
We'll slap them upside the head!

It's our station in life,
to have them pay attention
to what's right,
We should.
Or were better off dead.

It's time for new ideas and a fresh take,
to shake off their mistake,
that losers always lose,
and winners win.

Have your brother and your mother,
stand with one another.
Have your little sister kick them in the shin.

If it's to dole out a drubbing,
with our fisticuffs flying,
to change them from denying,
to attentively listen.

Then by all means,
shove down their throat,
any wisdom of note,
to choke them,
on the value of our opinion.

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย This time they will listen
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  .... or else!
Your fingers are caught,
entangled in my ribs,
my heart is in your palm,
and our time is running thin.

If this is what it feels like,
to fall out of love,
then I take back every kiss,
I take back every touch.
Iโ€™m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
Closing my eyes
The orange bottle pops open
The capsules fill my mouth
But when I open my eyes the
Bottle is still closed
I never made it so
I could close my eyes for the last time
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my bodyโ€™s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppinโ€™ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess Iโ€™m not ready
Because I canโ€™t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life Iโ€™ve lived
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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