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 Apr 2018 Bellvadear
zero
I am standing on a staircase, on the seventeenth step,
but the eighteenth onwards has no bannister,
up until now, I've had a safety net,
something to lean on when
the steps aren't lit properly.

'Now', I tell myself,
'I've seen people who have fallen
and manage to grip to the edge
and pull up...towards the next'.
'But I've seen people fall
and never get up'.

I say;
'Am I another statistic?
Am I another failure?
Am I another mangled corpse for the cleaners?
Or...
Am I going to lift my leg and take that step?
Am I to ignore the thoughts?
Am I stronger than I let myself think?'

I lift my leg.

Upwards and onwards, I guess.
I realised last night that I'm closer to being eighteen than I've ever been.
After I'm eighteen is nineteen, and so on, which may sound painfully obvious, but I mention this because I'm afraid.

I never knew I'd live this long.

-Hollow.xo
 Apr 2018 Bellvadear
Star BG
Hinting at the idea of what I couldn’t put into words
There was this chance of salvation,
this ticket out
I breathed into moment
seizing opportunity to merge with dreams
as glimmer of hope anchored
holding fast to my self,
I fell into destiny and
emerged on a path of my making
Light surrounded as etheric wings grew
I was home in my own thoughts
for the first time in my life
Nothing could stop me now
as my consciousness exploded
with thoughts of new beginnings
Every movement rippled throughout eternity
and reverberated back to me
I was instantly connected to everything in existence
My heart expanded playing joyfully like birds
My breath merged with Mother Earth
Love penetrated every cell in body
until peace and freedom was mine
I merged with the universe
Grateful for my dreams fulfilled
That, which could not be put into words.
That is the magnificent beast
you see before you today:
A GIFT TO THE UNIVERSE.
Co written WITH the great Reggie THANKS
 Apr 2018 Bellvadear
Mr E
Behind that broken smile
Atop their pristine steeds
Unbeknownst yet for a while
There are the hero's needs

To be a hero is to be broken
One who sacrificed it all
Finally awoken
Who took the hero call

They've seen the ugly side of man
The dark side of the moon
When others turned tail and ran
They were the last ones in the room

Behind that broken smile
As they wave to cheering fans
They've not cried for quite awhile
Eyes bare like desert sands
 Apr 2018 Bellvadear
Mims
I am depressed again.

I'm not mad at myself for it.

I realized because things that don't usually bother me
Are starting to eat away at me like invisible cancer
That doesn't show up on the scans
But I can feel it in my chest
An illness only I can see

I am diseased
Mentally

My brain has been infected with bugs lately
Everyone of them attempting to convince me I am not worth the work or the money or the hurt
That maybe none of this matters
That maybe I miss them

That maybe
It still makes me sad
To wonder about.  

I started staying up late again
Feeling sad and alone into the early hours of the morning

Depression is so frustrating because everyone around you has no idea what's happening so you just stand there talking nonsense trying not to let them peek but some part of you wants them to understand so badly

But how could they?
After all

Depression lusts after lonely
Depression sweeps isolation up in his arms and twirls her
Romantically
Depression loves that I love how I write when he's here
Depression doesn't have a name
But when he visits me I am split between angry and nostalgia

Because I know sad
Well
It is familiar
It is like family
It visits me
And I cannot decide how long it will stay
But I can brave conversations

I cannot run away.
I know my brain. I know it will be over in a few days
But I also know that right now
I'm in a great deal of pain
 Apr 2018 Bellvadear
Mims
Trauma
 Apr 2018 Bellvadear
Mims
After something like that
How could you keep breathing

why would you want to?
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