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 Oct 2015 mazzy
Eva Rushton
The tortured mind
in darkness sits
As voices bind
the fear now hits

Are they real
are they not
my life they steal
I kid you not

They say to ****
they say to hide
against my will
I must abide

This curse I have
Upon my soul
there is no salve
to mend to hole

The hell in me
from day to day
no one see's
and I do pray

Upon the bridge
My screams I shout
I'm over the edge
I want out

To jump I choose
the pain is gone
But my life
I now loose

Written by E.M.Rushton
As a teenager I had a friend who suffered from mental illness. I was to young to realize how bad she felt. She jumped off the Halifax MacDonald bridge . I have never forgotten her and how she must have suffered. That was 35 years ago. In memory of my dear friend Nickie. We don't choose mental illness . Please be kind to those who suffer.
 Oct 2015 mazzy
Eva Rushton
If you awoke upon this day
Arise and shine,
Like the suns own rays
Let your steps be light,
And you heart be bright
Dance like the leaves,
In the warm summer breeze
Speak words that are kind,
And you will find,
At the end of the day,
You will have peace of mind.

Written by E.M.Rushton
 Oct 2015 mazzy
Eva Rushton
Hidden behind ,your so called smile
I torture your mind ,all the while
Some say that, i am a coward
And by your fear, i am powered

I take refuge ,in your mind
And steal your happiness , so you cant find
Then make your days , as dark as night
And at night , youll feel my bite

I know your time , that I take
You cant get back , you cant remake
Your such an awesome ,living host
Your isolation, I like the most

Your secrecy , it helps me thrive
With it I breath, and stay alive
Your friends, they have a fear of me
Cause your not, who you should be

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E.M.Rushton
 Oct 2015 mazzy
Joshua Haines
The sky, black as the eyes that stare at it.
Star-studded and as seamless as new programming.
I look down, the streets molested by fluorescent splotches --
red ribbons of memory evaporate from the lights of motorcycles,
gurgling by.

A homeless, pregnant woman, in a bar, once told me,
"Forgiveness is letting a prisoner free, then finding out that you were the prisoner."

The sunset looks like an explosion of emotions
no one understands, yet.

The smudges on her lips
look like the bruises of an orphan apple.
Ashland, Wisconsin
 Oct 2015 mazzy
GaryFairy
born again
 Oct 2015 mazzy
GaryFairy
perspective, getting the evidence
setting your goal on new impression
an acceptance of a blessing prevalence
the forever treasure of getting to heaven

objective, setting new precedence
no measuring the feeling of pleasance
an omnipresence, and a gift of reverence
nothing is better than getting new presents
 Oct 2015 mazzy
GaryFairy
addiction
 Oct 2015 mazzy
GaryFairy
sheltered from the rain and thunder
covered by a muck that cumbers
colors never coming out from under
smothered by the other hungers
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