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lunapoetry
lunapoetry
CIncinnati, Ohio
How do you tell someone that you are tired of your body being nothing but a burial ground of forgotten memories? I open myself up, The scars are there to prove it, I am searching For the reasons I feel this way. Maybe what happened Is in my bone marrow Or even my neck, Words try to seep out- I don't want to be stitched back together, I want to find the reason.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
Burial Ground
Loneliness is echoing throughout my body and is built into my bones. It collapses my rib cage and suffocates my brain. Loneliness is weighing my down like an anchor out at sea. Sitting upon my shoulders, Shattering my collar bones. Loneliness is crushing me completely. My wrists can no longer bear this weight and my knees are shaking.
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
Loneliness
The first tragedy of the season slammed me into the ground like a freight train. The darkness captured me into his hands that smelled of stale cigarettes and lips with the taste of whiskey. Hard liquor captured into my lungs clogging my words into my throat. Tar spewing out of the cracks in the cement grabbing my legs and sinking me into the ground.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
The First tragedy of the season
I am in a relationship with food and it is complicated. A constant tug-of-war in my mind fighting each other as if both sides of my brain are siblings and I am the toy. The constant bickering throwing me from one side of the spectrum to the other. Recovery verse Relapse is the question. Am i happier healthy or not functioning at all? I am in a relationship with food and I'm still trying to end it no matter how many times it wakes me up in the middle of the night.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
My relationship with anorexia
Your first night without her is always the hardest. You turn to find the place she used to lay, the outline of her body in your sheets, yet somehow all you find now is emptiness. To deal with heartbreak you must cry. You must cry into your pillow or weep at the moon. You must scream until the pain has left your chest right in the place where love used to be. You must run barefoot into the woods and find a field full of life and lay in the middle of it. You must feel your body so connected to the earth and the nature around you and you must feel. To deal with heartbreak you must feel the broken pieces of your heart but not let it damage you.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
The first night.
Face first crash, ****** mouth full of gravel, some say this is how depression hits you. Others say it is like a freight train that collides into them head first and smashes them against the tracks, Leaving bits and pieces of themselves in places they don't belong. Face first crash into depression, so unexpected, always hurts the most.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
Crashing into depression.
The thoughts in my head escape through my ear drums and surround me with my demons. My bones rattle underneath my flesh as i try to look them in the eyes yet i can never look past their feet. Fear strikes me in more ways than one and here I am again trying to fill the voids inside of me that they scrape away.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
Outer demons.
The car lights echo behind his eyes as i see the pain he holds inside himself quietly. His fists are clenched against the steering wheel as if he's afraid that he may lose control of himself if he loosens up. His smile spreads across his face yet all i see is the sadness that sits inside his bones.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Skyler.
A heavy body slams me into the ground and I can feel myself sinking beneath these waves that pull me down. In the darkness I am surrounded by my demons. All of them have come to the party inside my head that I didn't want to host. The silent screams ring in my ears creating sharp pains like daggers into my chest. I try to breathe and instead I choke on water, the bitter taste of salt burning against my throat. I have built a moat around me and nobody has tried to enter my walls, nobody ever tried at all.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
Beneath the waves
The clock is ticking as I feel my heart cracking, slowly breaking open. My heart pouring rivers of crimson for you're on my mind again.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
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