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 Oct 2018 Elliot
 Oct 2018 Elliot
just keep writing;

write as if the sentences you create
were new languages waiting to be translated

write as if the words side by side
were meeting each other for the first time

write as if the letters on your keyboard, or the ink of your pen
were only created just to make the masterpiece you’re creating.

and don’t doubt yourself ever.

for the words you write,
may be someone’s sorrows,
may be someone’s joy,
may be someone’s hope for tomorrow.
 Oct 2018 Elliot
astiani hayn
 Oct 2018 Elliot
astiani hayn
there's a monster in me.
it keeps whispering things. so loud. that my mind could burst anytime soon.
inhabit, control, taking over; messing me up inside.
oh mama, i must obey it,
the one i shouldn't commit.
oh mama, how could i live?
in a body i cannot forgive.
please mama, bring some water; pour me the rain, a very heavy rain.
embrace me, hug me, drown me—wiped it all the monster away,
i don't think i could find any other way.
it's a world mental health today, so here a piece of mine that talks about schizophrenia. I haven't meet one, but seeing all who's suffering ****** through online videos just really break my heart. Mental health issue is real and it's matters. And please everyone if you happened to read this, kindly donate what you can afford and above all, what your heart says. No matter how much it cost, it will matters, and they deserve all of our prays. Thank you
 Aug 2018 Elliot
Fear Us
 Aug 2018 Elliot
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious p poem but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're queer" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 Jul 2018 Elliot
Feeling down feeling sad?
Feeling hopeless and in despair?
Feeling overwhelmed from everyday life,
Well I have a solution to make it right.
Follow my advice and be at peace,
For all you have to do is take your life.
I know what you're thinking at first,"That's insane"
But i twist your mind and make you believe,
A way out through suicide.
All you have to do is listen to me and believe in these steps,
These steps to feeling fine.

One, Life is a drag a bottom less pit,with no pleasure or joy in it, I feed you these words day and night,until you believe it without a doubt.

Two, You try to tell yourself it will work out in the end but i whisper in your other ear the suffering won't end.

Three, I keep you distant from family and friends,from much needed help that could save you.
Four, Your concentration is gone focus is impossible and I’ve deprived you of your self esteem.
Five, Everything has become hopeless and there's no way to feel better and I say to myself what a great job i've done.
Six, You lose your appetite,you cannot sleep,all of life's activities have dulled you,things that bring you joy and cheer are gone as i have robbed you.

Seven, You then can see only one end,one way to end the pain,you take aim and fire away,while thinking you've escaped the pain.

But what you didn't know was that the pain did not go away,
It now lives in the people you have left.
Now its up to me to start again
It has been a pleasure
Sincerely Mr Depression.
 Jul 2018 Elliot
Jennifer Weiss
There's a thirst deep within
A hunger unsatisfied
My chest beating wildly
My eyes shining brightly

I'll never know if its filled
I'll never know if its met
But the idea that it will
Is the grandest idea I have had yet.
 Jul 2018 Elliot
Mida Burtons
 Jul 2018 Elliot
Mida Burtons
cut me open
and let all the
ink run
from these veins,
until my words
bleed dry,
and only
blank pages remain.
 Jul 2018 Elliot
Clothes have outgrown me many times over,
but this sadness never does.
One size.
fits all.
There should have been an obituary for cancer,  not you.
Wishing these slits within my skin could have been
replaced by a reality check from you, “You chose to exist.”

My name causes a sigh to escape from lips,
that do not feel like they belong to me,
the girl,
whose words always had to be special.

The schematics of hospitals like a birthmark in my brain,
born into sadness, a gut feeling as a child.
Never trusting time
due to what it delivers.

Death, being the only thing I desired.
But you, 
who I love,
robbed by it.
Whose ebb for life glowed so feverishly.
Stopped comparing depression to lace,
restricted the belief that suicide is poetic,
seeing things as they were.
More often than not, applauded for feeling emotions deeply.
Every second that dies, the shift of my heart quakes.

This world is not tender.

II. Sad.
I have known the flowers I wanted at my own premature funeral,
knowing how many bouquets honored you that day.

split open my veins like a dimension
reminiscent of days where I anticipated deathbeds.

My family wondered,
can we make it through another day?
Death scares me for what it has taken,
yet, I’m not afraid to die-
it’s all I deserve.
So I await the day pain erupts
from my throat,
acknowledging the days a soul
lived inside of my body-
footprints that walked,
belonging to me.

But I learned so well.
How to suffer with a smile,
dreading the beating of my heart
how unfair—
I don’t want to take these deep breaths
You deserved,while I masquerade as a member of the undead
Never outgrowing the desire to rot with the phantoms residing under my bed.

III. Jokes played by the universe.
punchlines delivered,
how could anyone to stand to be in the same room as myself?
How could anyone look over skyscrapers and sunsets,
and not be infatuated with concrete consuming them?
How I shared a sigh of relief during the thought-
of knowing people would thrive without me,
or the power of a belly laugh,
resembling a laugh track audience
drowning out 3 AM suicidal thoughts.
I wrote this in pink gel pen, maybe, that’s another joke.
 Jul 2018 Elliot
Salmabanu Hatim
Poetry gave me wings to fly,
Create myself and soar high.
Trapped in a cocoon of my thoughts,
I burst out,
With all my might,
To a steadier light,
Of pure verse, rhymes and repetitions,
To evoke ideas,feelings and emotions.
Poetry discarded fears in my mind,
My bitterness I left behind,
Finding tangy happiness in every write,
On poetry site.
My poems took flight,
To great heights,
Into the alleys of my imaginations
Enlightened  with inspirations.
My love of poetry,
Gave me a new identity,
Awoke my soul,
To write more and more.
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