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 Jul 2015
poetessa diabolica
graduated *** laude
with a PhD in madness,
practitioner of your
  own philosophy as
    a harbinger of doom,
tales of darkness where
the deck is always stacked,
what's the sense of light
   to a harsh night
or spring's flourish
   to winter's brashness,
you don't need to be
      a rocket scientist
    to diagnose absurdity
 Jul 2015
Brandy Nicole
Nobody understood
the torture you observed,
what you lived.
A broken home
Mother sold you in
exchange for a quick high
Father saw you as a
substitute for your mother
In and out of psych wards even they thought you weren't sane enough to save
Years pass thinking life's f*ed up
Now your here
a picture of your dear mother
Selling your own,
now for that same high
In and out psych wards
look at you now..
A lost cause, on trial for ******
Nobody understood you needed love never hate
 Jul 2015
Brandy Nicole
All that is said
is never done
All my thoughts stashed upon the highest shelf, and
my dreams of you confined for I'm scared to fly
My biggest trait is both my light and dark
All that is said
is never done
carelessly with care
I've cut off my oxygen and removed my wings
All that is me
Is but a dream
I've become a puppet in a box scared to breathe
You will never truely know
If the person you are talking to
Is real... or a mask

We live in a time where more and more people are suffering
Depression
Bipolar
ADHD
All kinds of mental illnesses
Masks are needed just to survive
Because like the illness
You get trapped in your head
Screaming for help as you mutter
"Im okay"
                                                                                               "just a cat scratch"
"Sorry, my sharpener is broken"
Fear paralizes those who want to reach out

"They are my friends"
                                                                              "They dont care about you"
"Ive known them my whole life!"
                                                                     "Yet they barley know you at all"

How can you help yourself when you cant even stop those voices?
The doubt and hopelessness whispering in your ear...
How can you be confident asking for help when people just leave?
Mental illness is a disease spreading across the world
No, We may not be able to cure
But we as people owe it to those suffering to recognize their pain
And to stay and help those we can
Everyone deserves a saving grace
Dont walk away when you can help.
 Jun 2015
Brandy Nicole
A distant girl who lives a lie,
Only to come alive as she
bleeds her stories upon
torn pages, hoping you'd
read her cries

She made friends with her words, but over time people turned their backs. Drowning as she pushed them away,
It seemed with every goodbye lowered a rope..

A distant girl who lives a lie,
Only to come alive as she
bleeds her stories upon
torn pages, hoping you'd
read her cries.
lives out her dreams in
peace

She made friends with her words.
She never knew the day she
whispered her last goodbye.
As her feet hung above the floor
 Jun 2015
Cat Fiske
I want to skip,
Skip class,
Skip school,
Skip life...

Skip around like the inner child in me,
Screams out asking for,
Daily,
Nightly,

When ever things are bad,
Just,
Skipping around my issues,
Like people skipped around me,

I think about skipping out,
If all the bad things,

But what if I miss,
Something good,
Because I was too busy,
Skipping.
The child in me, I skipled down the hallway and wrote this.
 Jun 2015
Dark n Beautiful
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”  ―Elizabeth Gilbert
 Jun 2015
luci sunbird
I was rocking
back and forth,
up there in the tree
that hung its branches
right over the wishing well,
in the backyard
of this old abandoned home

I was thinking
of a time,
when it was just me,
I was alone

I had hopes and dreams,
of a bigger brighter moon
that I could reach for,
and achieve all that could be

And then I fell
from that tree,
I broke what hope I had,
I laid there for a while
as the breeze
took over the leaves

The sky clouded over
and it began to drizzle,
all over the flowers
that were next to me

They appeared as though,
they were writhing with pleasure
for the rain was helping them grow

The beauty,
and the stillness
back there beneath the trees
was wondrous,
the chilling calmness
wrapped around me
like a warm fire
on a fall evening

It was always hard
to leave that place behind

The world is so full of
the constant need for contact,
the tempting screens
showing us what we should be

It sickens me at times
when I want peace,
but the distractions consume me

The times I spent in that tree,
helped me to see what truly matters
in this life,
and it's not the comfort of the tv screen,
it's not the blaring of the radio,
it's not the brand names of useless things
it's not any of those things

Life is continuously growing around us,
and what are we doing,
but losing life in front of a screen,
forgetting what it all means
 Jun 2015
Brandy Nicole
She just sits and stares
mindlessly at the wall
Oblivious to the ****-filled sores
oozing down her arm..
Letting the wheels stop turning and the fog from her high cloud her mind
She sits and stares mindlessly at the wall
That dusty breeze from that worn down fan turning her hair to a messy mop
She sold her soul for a bag and a room to use
And there she sits and stares mindlessly at the wall dead as can be
How did get this far?
 Jun 2015
Josephine
Dear Mother,
Your children are ******* dying
We your kids spend too much time walking the fine line and falling to one side
The pain, never any gain
Dead ends, dead friends
This is not your fault, this is our own
Our mentors being drug addicts or dead never influenced us to do much good,
and I'm sorry we never told you
About our struggles, never talked much about anything
I'm sorry I can't decide wether or not I love you
I'm sorry we don't love ourselves
You worked hard to create greatness but oh god we really ****** up along the way
"The nuns taught us there are two ways to go through life, the way of nature or the way of grace..."
 Jun 2015
Cori MacNaughton
If "increasing knowledge increases sorrow,"
depression culminates from seeing clearly.
This is the 10th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
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