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 Feb 2019 Rett
Brooklynn Rogers
Sometimes I pretend
that my anxiety is a little mean man on my shoulder
Sometimes when he talks
I try to tune him out by thinking of my threes
three things I can hear
three things I can see
three things I can touch
Sometimes it works
but when it doesn't
the little mean man destroys me
 Feb 2019 Rett
Gyuwon
13
 Feb 2019 Rett
Gyuwon
13
A chaotic mix of flesh and consiousness is what I am
A well balanced routine of procrastination and stressing out later is my life
A mixture of sob and snoring is my sleep
Painful and barely bareable is the pressure
And insecure but narcissistic is my personality
Thats me, ig? What about you
 Oct 2018 Rett
Robert van Lingen
<Insert Poem Here>

<Insert Silent Sympathies Here>

<Insert Spiraling Tenancies Here>
   (Wait...No. Not that.)
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<Insert Self Doubt Here>

<Insert Friends Here>
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::Comment:: What about me?

<Insert Apology Here>

<Insert Regret Here>

<Insert Pain Here>

<Insert Poem Here>


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 Apr 2018 Rett
Lyda M Sourne
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
 Apr 2018 Rett
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
 Apr 2018 Rett
Mary E Zollars
I love you
what more can I say?
You're brilliant, wonderful
A new kind with every line
I write about you
you're the base of my heart
I tend to you, nurture you
take care of you with every breath
you're scarred though
shattered, scratched, tortured
in every way possible
your heart's been broken
your mind's been cracked open

she's busted you

busted my lover, my pride
I walk on a thin line
don't pull it open
don't leave it closed
how far can we go
on this path an inch off the cliff
sidling by, barely holding on
we'll fall if you don't hold on to me
on to my hand, my heart
the soul you breath upon
which I have given to you
all those years ago

that you have ignored

you're hanging onto a thread
I'm grasping the other side
you either let me pull you up
and stand close by my side
or you let yourself fall down
and fall dead to the ground
I want to save you, I swear I do
saving you is what I'll do for eternity
an angel, I've told you
a guardian knight
you have to trust me, princey
trust me your life for which I live
no matter who is pulling you down
I'm always there to pull you back up

because I love you

and I always have
I've said it countless times before
yet you never listen to me
stop crawling in the lion's den
stop following trouble around
you're no use to me if you're dead
come live with me, and let it be
forget about this history
I don't care if it's haunting me
stand above land and sea
broadcast all your magesty
although it's one small step into my arms
it's a giant leap away from all harm
 Apr 2018 Rett
Mary E Zollars
So lets get this straight:
An armed, white man walks into a school,
kills 17 students and teachers with a tool
that can be bought at just any store
by a 19 year old, insane, fool,
before being caught, all on Valentine's day,
Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year
And it's not time to talk about gun control?

If they had been black, you'd say "more police"
If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall"
If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban"
But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill,
so "Report the disturbed" our president says
"It's about mental health!" our congress says
"But it's not time to talk about gun control"

You send your thoughts and prayers,
while we're pleading for your help
You want to know my thoughts and prayers?
I thought our country cared about us
I thought our country loved us more than guns
And I pray that my school won't be next
That my friends won't be mourned on the internet
That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world
Because you won't talk about gun control

But you know what?

***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do
We're taking this horse by the reigns
Knock some sense into that old brain
We're organizing, rising up and wising up
Taking a stand, and taking a walk
Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock
We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths
We've done it before and we will do it again
They say "when we're older"
I say "why wait till then"
These laws are going to change now
These deaths have got to be dwindling down
Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd
And no, we won't calm down
Until no one ignores our outraged sound
We will make the politicians come around
And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns

And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead,
and we can go back to school together again.
 Apr 2018 Rett
Mary E Zollars
When I’m with you, my being is filled with a comfort unlike anything else.
Although, these words may never leave my heart, for I fear you may think me too attached.

When I walk beside you, I wish to entangle my fingers in yours and interlock my dreary self with your optimistic light.
And although my lips may never shape this feeling to you, truth be truth, inside myself.

When I first enter that room of anxious working early in the morn, before the sun has fully risen, I wish only to fold myself into your warmth and release that which downs me.
But I do hope this longing never reaches you, so that you may never feel burdened by my love.

When we sit close, amongst the chaos, I dearly swear it that I desire to spill the darkness and gold of my ever straining, creating mind to you so that you may understand my inner worldly thoughts.
Yet I shall forever hold my tongue, to not elude you to some falscity that I may be of twisted psyche or wisdom.

When I think of us parting ways, like a goose must do to the lake to escape the ever threatening cold of winter, my heart clenches in the tensity of my overwhelming sorrow of envisioning your departure from me.
And still, never could I share with you my woes, for I hide amidst the shadow of the fear of abandonment and lonesome

And so, I shall stay silent for your love.
And so, these dwellings I do sorrily keep to myself.
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