delicate-moon - Hello Poetry

shake it off they say but they dont understand that trying to fight your own mental illness is worse than finding a needle in a stack of hay. often i struggle to get through the day

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Jul 26, 2021

Jul 26, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC

blisters

shake it off they say but they dont understand that trying to fight your own mental illness is worse than finding a needle in a stack of hay. often i struggle to get through the day

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the moon sets in the sky like a bird knows how to fly, many people travel by they never wonder why. days go by and by are you living on a lie? when you speak do you think? do you ever stop to blink? have you ever felt the brink? you have to come to terms the reality flame must burn, you cant live your life like this if youre living like a fish... trapped in endless water, do you ever even bother to look at yourself and say there has to be a better way. there has to be happier days, a tree with perfect shade an unflawed picture in its frame life cannot be a waiting game.

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Nov 20, 2020

Nov 20, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC

before its too late

the moon sets in the sky like a bird knows how to fly, many people travel by they never wonder why. days go by and by are you living on a lie? when you speak do you think? do you ever stop to blink? have you ever felt the brink? you have to come to terms the reality flame must burn, you cant live your life like this if youre living like a fish... trapped in endless water, do you ever even bother to look at yourself and say there has to be a better way. there has to be happier days, a tree with perfect shade an unflawed picture in its frame life cannot be a waiting game.

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in my dreams it makes it seem that my life is a beautiful twisting stream. but when i wake up and i lie in bed, the dreadful thoughts and feelings coming running through my head. i only want to sleep, so the feelings cease to creep up the back of my thighs, through my spine and down my sheets. the world makes me tremble, and feel so nimble my life needs to reassemble. in my dreams, i feel it there something that im not aware so i do not wake, i do not dare.

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Nov 20, 2020

Nov 20, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC

disconnected

in my dreams it makes it seem that my life is a beautiful twisting stream. but when i wake up and i lie in bed, the dreadful thoughts and feelings coming running through my head. i only want to sleep, so the feelings cease to creep up the back of my thighs, through my spine and down my sheets. the world makes me tremble, and feel so nimble my life needs to reassemble. in my dreams, i feel it there something that im not aware so i do not wake, i do not dare.

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your love fits like a glove, but the glove has been doused in gasoline and lit on fire.

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May 2, 2019

May 2, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC

g(love)

your love fits like a glove, but the glove has been doused in gasoline and lit on fire.

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you're mad at me because i can't control my heart, how am i supposed to feel while you're ripping me apart?

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Apr 10, 2019

Apr 10, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC

over

you're mad at me because i can't control my heart, how am i supposed to feel while you're ripping me apart?

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it's the year of the horse... more wealth, better health, less remorse. i'm counting down the days til i die, but leaving myself to wonder why. is keeping you close what i need? or are you hindering my paths to succeed?

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Jan 24, 2019

Jan 24, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC

replenished

it's the year of the horse... more wealth, better health, less remorse. i'm counting down the days til i die, but leaving myself to wonder why. is keeping you close what i need? or are you hindering my paths to succeed?

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my skin is grey and wilting trying to hold on im slipping

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC

human

my skin is grey and wilting trying to hold on im slipping

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theres a block in my brain can't even say my name holding me back like a thumb on a tack falling off the end closing before begin keeping a straight face put me in my place

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC

writers block

theres a block in my brain can't even say my name holding me back like a thumb on a tack falling off the end closing before begin keeping a straight face put me in my place

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your words are that of gold melting into my brain i am refreshed

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC

beautiful boy