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Autumn42
Autumn42
27/F/American "And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy." -Poe / / Sometimes you've just gotta lay back and watch the trees
Hey You Yes you Do you feel that? The weight in your chest The inability to breath The air trapped in the back of your throat The fear hiding in your chest The angst in your jaw The grief in your eyes And the loss in your belly The ache in your hips Knees Ankles Everywhere Are you going to continue the fight? Are you going to keep pursuing the joy? Are you going to wade back to the numb safety? Are you going to claw up and out and up the ladder one step at a time? Are you going to keep fighting for the air your lungs need? To push through the water drowning you? The reach for the hand outstretched? To ask for a hand? Please Breathe In And out Slowly and all at once And get your ice pack The sauna The bed The soup The chocolate The friend The dogs The sun The earth The music The books The laughter Because you can reach it again For every time you have fallen You have risen
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
Rise
After loosing so many friends to suicide I thought I was done loosing them I thought I was treading carefully with the few I had and could maintain Until the one I lived with Turned into a nightmare Until I lost one to delirium To an alternate reality she made To cope To survive So it is okay I can be the villain And I will not engage I will not follow and reach out I will choose peace And be proud that I tried to balance The grief of those lost to the abyss And the vulnerability of those new I will feel the loss of a friend to choice And remain steadfast in my heart With an open hand to those I may love in the future And a small reminder in my head, to trust my gut And act When someone shows you who they are- you listen You do not keep trying You do not keep pursuing the illusion And that is okay
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC
Smoke and Mirror
I did not realize that if I kept showing up I would be drained From someone claiming to love me To be my best friend From someone who gave up long ago That I kept trying for Who I helped through her 20 hours of labor Who’s dogs I walked every week Who I made nutritious food for Who I took to prenatal yoga and did it myself As someone with no desire to conceive ever Who I did a hospital tour with Who I drove to the hospital for her birth And somehow I am blocked three weeks later Somehow I am not enough And it is here I remain Ending 2025 thankful that I will not spend another year being there for someone who does not deserve it Ending 2025 with the pride that I did in fact try but that I didn’t give everything Entering 2026 content that I was an amazing friend, and content that I can continue to be myself without carrying the guilt that was never mine
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 9:46 PM UTC
The disguised roommate
I have written so many poems Where the darkness creeps in And I have taken so many oaths Written across my skin To continue the battle But every day becomes harder to take a step And every breath weighs heavily upon my lungs And the smile that crosses my face is no longer one of ease
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
Untitled
In the midst of joy All I can hear and see Is the loss of you
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC
Grieving the forgotten
Everyone says to check up on your friends To check up on the ones that seem okay And you do You check up on everyone You check up on everyone except for the person that you didn’t reach in time
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Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC
Untitled
I used to like the cadence of “the Army goes rolling along”… Until I was in it And on a Sunday morning we found out our friend had shot himself Four days after getting home and redeploying early. And on Monday, we had all of our meetings, we had every due out, and only a few out of place “how are you’s”? And so I keep asking myself how this happened How no one knew of any signs How we could not save him Of all of the future plans he had and the laughs that will never be shared I sigh and I cry and I hug and my heart still aches And I think of David and Tony and the people suicide and depression have already stolen from me And of all the people I could not save And now in an organization as large as the Army, how is there no change? Of all the “Soldier first” and “golden triangle” phone calls and “MQ Leadership” how are we still here? How is the reality I am living even happening? There is a better way, one that I know we need, but one I have yet to find or create So the story of the American soldier goes on, While Iran attacks Israel and our guns are up, we will be “ready” Despite an aching heart And a broken person or key leader or two Because you were never graced with even enough time to breathe And you return to the same organization your friend hated The same organization that drained, and exhausted, and took from your friend And you think to yourself, what if he had loved it? What if his battalion commander had uplifted him? What if his leadership had fought for him? What if the people receiving him in the rear actually took care of him? But most of all what if we could have saved him? And so with a rather lack of poetic flow, I will carry him with me in life, like I do the others. I will keep trying. But a life of trying this hard is draining the sunlight from me, as so many people said to keep it. So maybe we will come together, and find a solution. A better way to help our people. A way to keep us alive. Or as they say, the army will keep rolling along.
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Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
Rolling along
I used to like the cadence of “the Army goes rolling along”… Until I was in it And on a Sunday morning we found out our friend had shot himself Four days after getting home and redeploying early. And on Monday, we had all of our meetings, we had every due out, and only a few out of place “how are you’s”? And so I keep asking myself how this happened How no one knew of any signs How we could not save him Of all of the future plans he had and the laughs that will never be shared I sigh and I cry and I hug and my heart still aches And I think of David and Tony and the people suicide and depression have already stolen from me And of all the people I could not save And now in an organization as large as the Army, how is there no change? Of all the “Soldier first” and “golden triangle” phone calls and “MQ Leadership” how are we still here? How is the reality I am living even happening? There is a better way, one that I know we need, but one I have yet to find or create So the story of the American soldier goes on, While Iran attacks Israel and our guns are up, we will be “ready” Despite an aching heart And a broken person or key leader or two Because you were never graced with even enough time to breathe And you return to the same organization your friend hated The same organization that drained, and exhausted, and took from your friend And you think to yourself, what if he had loved it? What if his battalion commander had uplifted him? What if his leadership had fought for him? What if the people receiving him in the rear actually took care of him? But most of all what if we could have saved him? And so with a rather lack of poetic flow, I will carry him with me in life, like I do the others. I will keep trying. But a life of trying this hard is draining the sunlight from me, as so many people said to keep it. So maybe we will come together, and find a solution. A better way to help our people. A way to keep us alive. Or as they say, the army will keep rolling along.
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With another I was always unsure of if he was the one or not, Always questioning and never sure, And I fell in love with another so easily. And I lost him. I could not save him. And I have had my tears, time, and peace. And now I have found love again. One that is so full and healthy and abundant that I am sure; I am so sure. His presence brings me peace, and part of me whispers concern, of so many what ifs, and part of me worries, that I will want to run and adventure, but I think I am realizing that what I am more afraid of is if I marry, and have a family, and live the dream, and loose it, or break it, or become sad again, or disappoint them. Instead of being unsure of the man, I am afraid of something I cannot even name.
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Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 10:41 AM UTC
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I will love you until the water falls off of the planet and gravity fails to keep us grounded to the soil Until the sky turns purple and the grass is blue Until the sun and moon kiss again Until the flowers grow from roots above I will love you until space falls into our laps and aliens become our neighbors And friends And enemies Until cats bark and dogs meow Until our energy turns into something else And only then I can hope That I will be graced with your presence once more Whether it be as a ladybug on my flower Or as a human by another name and another face Until our physical forms are anew Until our energy is all that pulls us together And forever can not begin to sum it up So I will love you until my spirit leaves my body And I will find you after In a new life And if you shall leave me first I will bring you with me Into every day I will see you in the beauty of the sunlight In the calmness of a moment In the frigid exhale of air in a western New York winter In the delight of a newlywed couple In the taste of my favorite homemade brownies In the joy of a beautiful autumn day In the comfort of our couch And bed And home In the deapth of my soul Because I am with you Until the earth becomes flat and the water falls off the edges
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Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
💜
I want to be lost in the sea of people And stick to the membranes inside your skull
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Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
Lost