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why do we pontificate to the point of no return
if language is a bridge
than i wish to toss you over the railing
and what if i did
would you despise me or be grateful
are we certain that we are angels
or perhaps we came about by accident
our opposable articulations merely artifacts of evolution
and would you be opposed to me
never knowing your other names
forever shaming each other
for the ways that we are the same

same language
same bodies
same insecurities
same feelings
same meanings

shreds of wisdom cast before the fire
our accents were as thick as honey
what else can we burn, you asked
I replied, what about all this money
I look Death in the face every day.
He sits upon my shoulder
and I can see him in the mirror.
He no longer frightens me though,
I have grown used to his presence.
As he whispers in my ear
I recall a time it would scare me,
however now it illicits comfort.
Nothing can be permanent,
not even life.
Not anger, not sadness,
nor joy, nor fright.
None of that matters
no one cares, in the end.
So now I tend to consider
Death as a friend

Yes things are stressful,
yes i get bored,
but my friend Death reminds me;
everyone's life is a chore
Can you guys tell I'm not in a great mood?
 Feb 2018 Carlie Sims
David Hill
It hurt too much to cry for Mom,
But I had a fat old yellow Tom
Those days it seemed I never sat
Without that furball on my lap.
When I had to leave him at the vet
I wept
A funny fat old yellow cat
The straw that broke the camel's back.
 Feb 2018 Carlie Sims
Dom Bobek
Happiness.
Blues.
Happiness.
Blues.
Happiness.
Blues.
The cycle forever renews.

Getting sick of being happy.
Getting ill of being sad.
Getting tired of being high.
Getting high off trying to die..

It's so weird.
I don't enjoy happiness anymore.
I enjoy it as much as sadness.
But sadness feels so horrible ?!
My mind descends into madness.

Just a short step,
it was never far.
Always on the edge.
how did my life get so far ?

I thought about death
and it thought about me.
Then I thought about life,
how I wish I was free..

Imagine a place that you've never seen.
Is it good ? Is it bad ?
Mine was terrible.
Is that where I'm going ?
Where my descend stops ?
Is this madness ? The death of mind ?
Or is it numbness, the death of heart ?
Could be both, could be neither.

Maybe I'm just tired.
“Grades are getting low,
the teens are getting high.
That 12 year old is pregnant
and her parents wonder why.

A 1st grader is swearing,
a 3rd grader has been *****.
Just take a look around you,
isn’t the system great?

Who isn’t faded these days,
teens are sending nudes,
kids are getting beaten,
the teachers see the bruises.

No calls for help are spoken,
teens are smoking ****,
young girls are cutting,
this isn’t what we need.

The marks of taunt and yelling,
parents are divorced.
That 14 year old is drinking beer,
this can’t get any worse.

A little girl has killed herself,
nobody seems to care.
Another kid has been expelled
for a stupid dare.

But it needs to change.
Our world is officially broken.
It’s time to take a stand;
your thoughts need to be spoken.”

Thoughts are running wild
As the tears stream down my face.
Depressed and suicidal,
But I should just stay in my place.

I’m feeling kinda broken,
Feeling kinda lost.
I wanna make my pain
Just go away at any cost.

Don’t get me wrong, I grew up
In a nice enough neighborhood.
And I did everything that
Anybody said I should.

But it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t me.
I thought that I could help the world
With the things I’ve seen.

My cousin lost herself
In drinking hard and smoking ***.
My good friend tried to run away
And lose her past a lot.

I, myself, have struggled
With thoughts of losing it all.
The pro and cons of jumping off
That cliff into the free fall.

I mean if there's something that can save me
Then it'll show up, right?
It's worth the wait to take a blade to my wrist
And **** it up, right?

The truth is, I don't know
How to do this and win the fight.
I need someone to show me
There's still a ray of light.

I fell into a pit of despair
And it consumed me.
I guess the only way to help the world
Was to lose me.

Finding myself is gonna take a while.
Don't know if I can make it.
Keep giving out my heart
Hoping someone will take it.

Drinking, smoking,
Doing everything to make me numb.
Doing stupid things.
Making people call me dumb.

Popping pills like candy
Just to get me through the day.
Trying to end it all;
To make the pain just go away.

It wasn't perfect. Never.
It wasn't good enough for anyone.
So I always sat alone
And wished my life was done.

~Ashton Grayson Everly
The part in quotes was written on Facebook by Will Smith. The rest is mine.
 Feb 2018 Carlie Sims
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
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