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She looks like heaven
And tastes like ****
Simple, yet beautiful
The flow and dart of
Upstream fishes
Fighting the current
I see it around me
In texts and hearts and
Casual conversation
But it is not casual
And I do not have it
Empathy is slipping out of reach
But all too different.
You like heat
Standing in the sun your head up
Children's things
Don't touch my hand
Shy away because It's Me
And I am not enough
I'd like to think I hate everyone
But I think
I just don't know how to interact with people
Started out depressing, ended up Soul Eater.
This is why I don't write poetry.
My friends are the reason why
i still want to keep moving forward
But they're also the reason why i wanna **** myself sometimes
my family? Nope. They think depressed people are crazy and rotten in their minds. If only they knew that im depressed.
Mohd Arshad
Stillness in the lake;
The hills are dumb till their death;
Silently I walk
Marina Kay
I left my heart in December,
in a strife that I surrendered.

I lost the wind from my sails.
Without your touch, my plight prevailed.

I lived in despair,
when you weren't there.

Against broken promises and disarray,
I truly loved you anyway.
I can't believe you're gone, I still love you. I always will.
Deniz Eilmore
I have an “out of order” sign
Hanging high above my head
To remind all
That some things are better left unsaid
John White
I want to feel worthwhile
I want a peaceful mind
that turns away from suicide.

I want life to be
my greatest accomplishment,
not death.
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

I read a quote somewhere that said,
"I don't know how many times I have survived myself, without telling anyone else."

And I felt those words shoot through every nerve in my body. I felt them so deeply.

And I wonder how many of us feel the same way.

How many nights we fought off the suicidal thoughts, the urge to cut, the urge to purge, the urge to run or to hide out, alone, too afraid to worry or bother our friends and family.

How many days and nights have we all suffered in our own darkness alone?

People like us fight a battle no one can ever fathom because it's a battle no one can see. And we don't let them.

I've fought myself and survived myself alone so many nights.

There were nights I use to lose my own battle. But some how still came out alive.

I guess that's how we keep going. Because every time we give up we come out stronger.

You fight yourself and beat yourself up for so long that eventually you become a master of surviving a war.

We're warriors.

"I don't know how many times I've survived myself, without telling anyone else."

Tonight, I'm telling all of you.

I survived myself.

And if you're still here and you're reading this, you survived yourself too.

It's not easy but you did it.

And I'm so proud of you all.
The original quote "I dont know how many times I survived myself, without telling anyone else.", which triggered the whole poem was written by @deadwatered. A talented poet I follow on tumblr.
Jae Melville
all I ask of you,
don't buy me flowers.
take me to a garden.
for I get sad when they die.
when they are ripped
from their roots
in the ground.
their time for
growing is up.
they can no longer
have conversations
with the sun
or the grass
or the rain
as it kisses them
so softly.
Lost Girl
Inhale I breathe.
Exhale I release the negativity.

I can’t keep this inside of me anymore.
It must go.
Flow like the wind blows the leaves off a tree.

Away from me this pain must go.
It will not be the end of me.

I am strong and resilient.
I will unveil my beauty for the world to see.
Release what is not bringing positivity into your life.
I'm a girl, who likes both genders
But what happens if I come out of the closet
Will people like me better,
Or dislike me forever

I was a straight girl,
Now, I'm unsure
Do I like girls,
Or whoever's in this world
ronnie hunt
orange bodies in the
yellow light in the afternoon
green thumbs in the garden
blue lips at night standing at the crosswalk
My utterings deserve accolades
every syllable till culmination
My air is refined,your curses ricochet
They only consolidate, say what money can't buy,
Even sadness is polished, even priceless is a price,
Lofty is my state, all my needs are met,
Lavish from head to toe,from surface to core,
This is how life was meant to be,come take teachings from me.
One of these days I will wake up
and realize I wasn't sleeping at all
and it all wasn't just a bad dream,
it was all just bad
If things would get bad
“Push it to the pack of your head”
But I will never forget
Bad memories, Bad karma, Bad friends
But I will never regret
Bad things, bad dreams
It's bad in my head
Repeat something over and over
And we forget what it means
This time around
when they said you were bad for me
A bell did not ring
He hit me once
Ding ding ding
He is bad
But it means nothing to me
I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

You forget
I'm a girl,
you forget,
I'm a S.H.E..
you forget ...
I'm a.. me
you forget
I'm a woman.....
Be a gentleman
Don't be so ready
to lose your patience with me.
Remember to sometimes walk gently.
Don't be so readily available to slaughter me.  
Just because I may seem a little flimsy
sometimes you just need to take it easy.
In the morning when you say your brain is thinking so clearly.
Okay then take it easy remember that
I'm not perfectly always me..
There are moments that I'm selfishly being me and there are times I need you to approach gently less selfishly patiently more gently.
I may be a S.H.E (Emotionally) so let me be.
By.Sharday 12.13.18
being Her.
Victor Bucarizza
I searched through the clouds,
Behind the crystal throne,
Beyond the ivory gates that Peter first welcomed me through.

I asked every angel I knew,
Gabriel wasn't sure,
Michael said he'd check,
And Lucifer wasn't in.

I interrupted the Almighty,
And even bothered his son.
Neither of them knew.

I've searched everywhere that eyes can see.

This must be ****,
Because I cannot find you.
Poetic Eagle
Ever felt like living is useless
All you want to is give up
If only suicide could set you free
That makes the 2 of us
So hard 2 enjoy life  
Let the chance that you get
Bring out the best in you
Apply yourself accordingly
And guide your way through
Every road has a path
Some present different levels of difficulty
Have your head on straight
Continue to rise up and reach for your victory
Revenge is a absolute *****.
You were poison to my life,
an absolute glitch;
but i love you.

I'm so sorry for everything,
please forgive me,
everything will be okay in the end
i know.
i know i'm sorry okay….
i know.

Stay out of my life.
You ate my mac and cheese.
A small work for my Honars American Comp. and Lit Class.
Maria Renata
… And what if Einstein were right? If time is an Illusion, am I ever going to forget about you?…
I only write in red
I wield a pen full of blood
the pain giving meaning
to the careless actions of my wrist
part of a poem in progress
Just a cut
just a scratch
what’s that mark
it was just the cat
just an excuse
just another lie
what’s with the bracelets
just fashion why?
just a tear
just a scream
why were you crying
just a bad dream
But it’s not just a cut
or a tear
or a scream
it’s just one more
until it’s not
until you die
Jayantee Khare

wandering aimless
a traveler lone
roads unknown
on his own
haunting memories broken pieces making
the entourage
the collage
the mirage
the life, an endless ocean of sand
coming across many dunes
all bound to shift, leaving the runes
playing his own tunes
an oasis
far away in the desert
keeps him going at any cost
carrying in the heart
a tender fire
a burning desire
an eye focused a bit higher
yes! a bit higher!

Just like that.....no resemblance
We bloom every spring
But the winter is still hard
Seasonal affectiveness disorder. Sigh.
Despite my pen got lazy
But my heart support it to write
Stephen S
Shadows, shadows,
Be my comfort.
Wrap me in
This lonely sleep.
In the coolness of your silence,
In the ocean of your deep.

Shadows, shadows,
I stay weeping,
For that place I cannot go.
And in the night,
I'm gently keeping,
Hold of what, I cannot know.
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.
Am I not
The most beautiful
You have ever
dear you,

i’m in love.
yes. you were
waiting, i
bet, for this.
this time, though,
it is not
what you would
think. it’s me
this time, not
you, although
it’s still you,
but not in
the way it
used to be
you. it’s my
fault this time,
my doing,
my painful,
it’s you in
the sense that
i cannot
control you.

this time,

it’s your mind and your thoughts
the things that slip off of your tongue
the words you put, pencil to paper
the ideas that come out in your songs

it’s your eyes and your sight
the careful observation of beauty
the need to bask in warm, pure light
the stare you give me, rarely now

it’s your movements and your touch
the hugs where you grip my shoulders
the times where i’m drunk and playing with your fingers
the warmth you give off and your gorgeous smile

none of them
are mine to
have, to take
to keep, to
love, to break

i miss you
and to go
and detach
to break what
we have, that’s
the hard way
out. but i
am trying
to help me.

i feel the
same way i
did when you
said i was
wrong about
this. about
how i feel.

i try to
not panic
and quiet
sob in the
bathroom at
3:27 am
every night.

i’m hoping
myself of
you, means that
the dreams will
go away
too. but if
they stay,
i’ll give you
a quick call.
a text, to
be honest.

i love you,
with every
part of me.

keep in touch,


it is better to regret doing something instead of not doing it at all.
In a long tussle with destiny
I believed in prayers
I was asked to keep patience
For an inconsolable period
Till Chinar Leaves would burn
Till warm rivulets would freeze
After season long battle
Divine promise was declined
That very moment
I was married to Grief
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of ****
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
Stephen Blaine
Cold and damp, swamped by dismay
She left me, on this fragile Saturday.
Here I sit, on a porch for a day.
I never thought I’d travel off.
When you realize, there’s nothing left to say...
You arm yourself, emotionally, in another way.
Not to dare say nostalgic, that’d be careless to relay.
I’d rather scoff at the notion, of caring at all.
So, I’ll just sit and stare, as my friends come and go.
I’ll wait, patiently... my mind blue with frost.
No thanks, I’ll wait... no matter the cost.
Hiding all alone
Behind frozen fallen trees
It's right behind you
you are the corner of my eye
the pizza of my pie
the apple of my
President Jo
Maybe you'll forever be my almost —
We almost made it
You almost loved me
I almost have your heart
You were almost mine
I almost got you
We're so close to falling
But you left.
Almost is never enough so close to being in love~
I wish I didn't worry about you so much
You look so happy and I'm angry
I wish I wasn't angry
But I want to be the one that makes you happy
I just wish I could ignore you
Let me forget you...
Sam Fickling
Art keeps us silent
keeps us new:

a rich wall
in every possible room
that exists
for your pleasure/
someone's pain

The artist can pity

they know
why you're not
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