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 Jul 2017
Lost
Trying to describe your depression to someone is like trying to describe a color to someone who has been blind their whole life.
ugh.
 Jul 2017
Irene
sometimes i get scared if tomorrow is my last day on earth
so i reflect to myself
all those times i felt like i wasted my time
scrolling through my phone
doing nothing
when i could have used my time more wisely

like calling my grandma
who i haven't talked to in several months
telling her that i love her and i miss her

leaving a message to an old friend
picking up a new hobby
learning a new language
reading that book i still haven't finished but could have finished a while ago

i guess i could do all these things
but what matters ultimately
is living in the now
to seize the day
and make the most of it
date: july 18, 2017
 Jul 2017
nivek
the spirit sighs too deep for words

but the wild carefree love

listens deeper than sighs

and waits an opportune time

time to set you free

time to set you free.
 Jul 2017
Leslie Ledezma
I hide in solitude to show myself in plain sight.
I dream so that I can create reality.
I crumble so that I can build up.
My quivering is your peace.
My leisure is your reach.
 Jul 2017
Colm
Life is one wave
After the other
And the swells and lulls
In between
Sometimes they hit you, and sometimes there's calm
 Jul 2017
Keith Wilson
Breathe out the bad stuff
The fear anxiety depression
And all the nasty evil thoughts
Breathe in the good stuff
Wisdom and light
From a clear clear sky
No clouds
And inner peace and calm will come
Just as a bubble bursts
All the nasty stuff
will disappear
 Jul 2017
Mya
Learn to fall in love with who you are
Instead of who you think you're meant to be
 Jul 2017
Mysidian Bard
Even the most beautiful flower
must carry the curse to wilt
and even in its dying hour
new life upon it is built.

No longer will it grace our eyes,
but through death it is still giving.
A new purpose is served through it's demise:
the chance to nourish the living.
 Jul 2017
Kurt Philip Behm
Death once so foreign,
  calls like a friend

Voice ever gentle,
  heard at the end

Death once a nightmare,
  dreams to impound

Now comes to free
—my spirit unbound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
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