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 Jan 2018 thehiddenwriter
rmh
doors
 Jan 2018 thehiddenwriter
rmh
if god doesn't let you through
his doors then maybe you'll
make your own little heaven
- find me there
 Jan 2018 thehiddenwriter
Alex
The voices in my head tell me things
Sometimes they can be good things!
They can tell me how lucky I am
How good of a family I have
How smart I am
Those are the times I am happy
And the voices are my friends

The voices in my head tell me things
Sometimes they can make me cut.
They can remind me of how I'll never get the guy I love
How I'm fat everywhere
How people talk bad about me
How ugly I am
How I need to stop everything
Those are the times I am sad
And the voices take me to the bathroom
Where my blood goes drip, drip, drip

When I'm sad the voices tell me to end it
Yet some of my friend voices are still there
They are the ones I can rely on
The ones that make me stop my sadness
The ones that tell me to put on a smile
And I am happy again

Where are those fun voices?
I miss them
I can't hear them through the noise
But I stay away from hurt
I try to create new, good voices
And that was how my fake smile was born
 Jan 2017 thehiddenwriter
Riya
It was flickering.
She could feel it.
She watched in awe as the light fought its way through,
Moving,
Just as she thought that it would die out,
That the fight was over,
It flickered again,
Stronger,
Brighter,
Hotter.

It seemed like an endless cycle.
A vicious, painful cycle.
She wondered why the light didn't just give up!
Why was it fighting its way through what seemed like a pointless war?!
Why didn't the light just...give up?
It would be easier, safer, painless...

Then she saw it.
The light stopped flickering.
The flame grew, brighter and brighter,
lighting up the black room,
Illuminating her once dark life.
She saw the flame dancing in glee,
knowing that it had won that dark battle.
She looked down and saw a shadow,
Her shadow.

Just like that,
She had her answers.
 Jan 2017 thehiddenwriter
halioth
i know a thing or two
about being immune

shutting off feelings,
acting amused

dozing to the sun
awaking to the moon



i know a thing or two
about happiness and doom

stirred in one cup,
served for two

strapping bandages
covering abuse
I look into their eyes and I see my future, once they close with a tear in their eye I know I broke them.
I know I have waisted my breath and lost them anyway.
Time is dying and so am I.
This is goodbye.
I just broke up with my girlfriend whom I love very much.
It’s still there
No change
No effect,
The most optimistic word was…
“Yet”.
Intensely
We listen,
The doctors so smart,
To find hope,
We tear each sentence apart
Clawing through facts,
Sorting out rumors,
God,
I hate that ******* tumor,
It takes all our time,
And we still need more,
There’s none to waste,
He is stage four.
©B L Costello 2016
Please excuse the profanity.  I can not express my contempt for that tumor any other way.....
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