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 Apr 2018 Starving Artist
Emily C
Depression is being boss at fake smiles
Depression is dealing with the jokes
Depression is always saying "nothing"
Depression is always feeling alone
Depression is longing for the end

Self harm is covering your self always
Self harm is liking cold days
No questions about you jacket
Self harm is a sea of excuses
Self harm is counting the days clean
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As i take a walk down the lane of life i notice this sound.
It's nothing new and nothing old but it keeps me on the ground.
My heart sinks as i hear a whisper,a whisper soft yet smooth.
I run as fast as i can.....but my heart beats fast......i can't move.
Your arms embrace my rib cage,you tell me not to eat......you pick me up,knock me down....sweep me off my feet.
I've been here before....i know the deal your here to be my wife.........but one thing no one else knows is you actually take my life.
 Mar 2018 Starving Artist
Ranae
I feel like I'm falling
Through space and time and life again
Struggling just to catch my breath

The gasps of air I rip from sky
Do nothing to keep me alive
The atmosphere congeals around me

The pressure is too much
My lungs are finally caving in
The pain of failure drowns me

The tides are always changing
They taught me how to dream
In black and white and calmer still

To leave this color behind
Millions walked this Earth before I arrived
and millions more will come after I leave.
But when I leave this temporal phase of my life,
I wish to be known and be remembered.
Not as a Church or some golf club member,
but as a member of God's greatest family.
Someday when I sojourn to be with my ancestors,
It's my fervent hope to leave books but not an enemy.
You see, many left and will never be remembered,
Because they did nothing with the creative ideas
that once lingered in their bright and beautiful minds.
Many of them wrote, said or did absolutely nothing,
by which mankind and history will remember them.
Yet few are known by their words or deeds.
Good or bad, history will speak highly of them.
When I leave someday to join my ancestors,
I shall be remembered by unborn generations,
for expressing my thoughts and inspiring people.
Through my inspirational quotes, and through my facebook posts.
Some of which will be written on gravestones,
written in books to be read and quoted by people.
The most meaningful and significant ones,
will be engraved on the minds, hearts, and souls of people.
Forever for ages to come, forever I am going to be remembered!

IB-Poetry©️
3/23/2018
How do you wish to be remembered?
 Mar 2018 Starving Artist
Kimmie
I am so perfect
That's what you said
But one day I wake
You suddenly left

I want us to last long
Tell me what I did wrong
But you wanna be alone
So who am I to say No

Yes I did everything
To keep us working
Thought you did same thing
That's what I'm thinking

Now that you are gone
I guess now I am done
Done with one sided love
The love I always have
 Mar 2018 Starving Artist
CAM
Why?
 Mar 2018 Starving Artist
CAM
I can feel the tears on my cheeks,
My lips,
My clothes.
They drip down to cover me,
In the one thing that reminds me that I'm still here.

I can feel the racking sobs,
My chest feels compressed,
And that familiar lump resides in my throat.

I can hear the mantra,
Running through my head.
Why?
Why?
Why?

Why am I still here?
Why am I the one who's like this?
Why am I not the good enough one?
Why am I not happy?


Why am I like this?
Why am I doing this?
Why can't I get over the dramatics?
Why do I feel overdramatic for having emotion?


Why does this always happen?
 Mar 2018 Starving Artist
Jinxx
I fear doing something wrong
Speaking the wrong way
Dressing the wrong way
Acting the wrong way

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear being in trouble
Talking when I shouldn’t
Doing things when I shouldn’t
Speaking when I shouldn’t

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear being wrong
Answering incorrectly
Acting incorrectly
Doing incorrectly

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear judgement
Speaking oddly
Dressing oddly
Acting oddly

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear commitment
Loving someone forever
Working a job forever
Taking care of a child forever

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear independance
Feeding myself alone
Doing my taxes alone
Living completely alone

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear ignorance
Coming off as stupid
Acting like I’m stupid
Speaking like I’m stupid

My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake

I fear other people
Their anger towards me
Their judgement towards me
Their love for me


My lungs fill with rocks
Heat runs through my body
My heart beats too fast
My limbs shake
My long *** poem about anxious fears
 Mar 2018 Starving Artist
Zach
It’s taking over
I’m being trapped
So many bugs blurring my thoughts
Crawling throughout my brain
Eating their way through
There are more of them
More

**** them
**** them please
Please...
I'm being trapped
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