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 Jun 2016
GaryFairy
i feel like the walking dead
rotten thoughts calling often
no stopping the stalking dread
crossing over from my coffin

bury me deeper

just a corpse, looking back
maggots feasting on the placid
no stopping the pulling black
passing over from my casket
https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/bury-me-deeper
 May 2016
Anuoluwapo
Cut
I cut myself again tonight
And my skin parted like the Red Sea
I am Moses.
I cut open my inside thigh
Hiding my disease, so no one could see,
Looks can be deceiving.

I covered my wounds with plasters;
Envying the way plasters hid pain,
Much Better than I did.
I took care of my wounds
Incase of infection, so I would never have to explain
Why my thighs cracked like volcanoes.

I drew thick safety lines
Thick enough to block out feelings
This is apathy.
I became reborn every morning
After baptising in my holy tears
God will receive me.

I had no faith to walk over the waters
Terrified that the waters would drown me
I am Peter.
I keep self sacrificing, hanging myself on the cross
For my sins that I can't stop committing
I am Jesus,
Or is this blasphemy?
 May 2016
Nolan Davis
What are your demons that keep you awake?
The smile on your face that you grimly fake.
The howling call of 3 AM will beckon.
Claiming your sanity, despite what you reckon.

Do your demons lie in the reflection of the mirror?
The consumation of your trials and fear.
That no matter the reason, it's clear in your eyes.
That the mirror will only conjure your lies.

Perhaps your demons dwell inside of your head.
Emerging as thoughts as you lie in bed.
Despite your reassurance, it's easy to see.
Your ego can't accept what you turned out to be.

So lie to yourself, keep saying you're fine.
And keep walking your carefully scripted line.
But the demons know all, and will tear you apart.
Because yours reside in the center of your heart.
 May 2016
Slur pee
Mundane, monotonous days
That I waste away,
Always looking through a haze.
In a daze, with no emotions on my face.
Without a trace of consciousness in my eyes.
Absent of the sparkle,
That signifies I'm alive.
I only know that I live because I wish to die.

Monotonous, mundane days
That I struggle to get through,
Even though it's the same
As yesterday,
And all the days before.
Awakening to a play
In which I have to perform.
I'm just a robot programmed to act,
Like a human being with his life intact.

-SLuR
 May 2016
Kara Jean
Stuck
Twirling head
Black sludge
Draining puddle
Seeping from her ear drums
Mouth open, drool hits her hand
She stares
No one is answering
A bump sits between the brows
Brain combustion
An empty vessel
 May 2016
summer
I want to write a poem,
a poem reflecting everything i am,
everything i feel right now.

But to put into words,
something that i can't even say out loud,
is as emotionally exhausting as it gets.

My life spent trying soo hard,
to make other's happy and okay,
because they deserve it.

My days spent trying to look happy,
forcing a smile while over-thinking everything,
because they watch me.

My nights spent wanting to tear at my skin to stop the pain,
crying myself to sleep while thinking about how unhappy someone i know is,
because i care too much.

I think too much about it,
about him, them, you,
why?

I want to forget about the darkness eating me alive,
day by day and night by night,
why can't i just give up?

Everyday i remember everything he said to me,
every waking moment we spent together,
i want to forget it all.

Everyday i can't forget the constant pain,
the nausea and shaking,
why won't this stop?

Everyday i wake up and stare,
stare at the wall,
what's wrong with me?

Everyday i am scared,
that i am not good enough,
maybe i'm not.

Everyday i am scared,
that people hate me and maybe they do,
but doesn't someone love me for me?

Everyday it's a struggle,
to get out of bed and put on make up and force myself to eat,
and then put on a smile.

I want to write a beautifully sad poem,
about all this,
but how can i when i don't understand it all?
 May 2016
Grimmest
Exposed
Afraid
  To be real
   An illusion
    Artificial smile
     Manufactured interest
      Painful apprehension
       An Impending encounter
        No escape
         Succumb
          Detached from self
           Dissociated mind
            Plastic eyes
             Void of feeling
              Mechanical heart
               Foul abandonment
                Self-pity
                 Worthless
                   Squandered life
                    Exit right
 May 2016
Pauline Morris
Dripping like hot molten rock
Liquid gold it just won't stop
Dropping like rose petals to the ground
The splashes of red is all around

I've seen that face
So full of sorrow and disgrace
I've seen scars like those before
The demons are poring through the door

Let them come, I don't care anymore
Living has become to much of a chore
I scream and yell, trying to get someone to care
But no one will, learned long ago life is so very far from fair

So I'll take my pills
There suppose to cure my ills
But they don't, nothing will
Living my life takes to much skill

Anguish is over running my cup
I'm so very close to giving up
So if you don't see me come tomorrow
You'll know I couldn't take the sorrow
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