Mark 3 - Hello Poetry

May 2018

Olivia

My first poem did not come to me
Shrouded in darkness
Not shuttered with wisdom
Nor carved with sharpness.

It walked with others
Hazily defined
It breathed my sorrows
It glimpsed my mind.

My first poem did not leap
Across the abyss
‘Stead wand’ring through meadows
Tracing Earth’s kiss.

It read all old memories
Built a new bridge
It called to the past
It raced through the mist.

My first poem was imperfect
Shapeless in ruin
Thin bone of poems proper
But extremely human.

May 2018

arin

[ C R A W F O R D - # 1 ]

Just a little
Tiny tiny tiny
Don't let them see
It's just a small-medium-large cut
Don't let them know
Throw out your breakfast-lunch-dinner
If they know, they'll scream
Your glass foundation will shatter
They'll leave you behind
You'll be locked away
Do you want to be alone again?
All alone in the dark?
It's quite scary isn't it,
Being alone with me
You know what you must do
Smile
Make promises
Lie
Act calm
Make up excuses
Do what you need to do
Stay out of the spotlight
Avoid
Avoid
Avoid
AVOID
DON'T LET THEM SEE
IT WAS THE ONE RULE
THEY SAW
THEY SAW!
RUN
YOU MUST RUN
GET AWAY
HIDE HIDE HIDE DISAPPEAR
DON'T LET THE FIND YOU
SHRINK SHRINK SHRINK
BECOME SO SMALL THAT YOU CANNOT BE SEEN
KEEP RUNNING
YOU'RE SO CLOSE
JUST A LITTLE CLOSER
LOOK DOWN AT THE CRASHING WAVES
TAKE A DEEP BREATH
RELAX YOUR MUSCLES
J U M P

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OPEN FILE

[YES] NO

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OPENING FILE

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Name: Alec Crawford
Diagnosis: Depression. Anxiety. Violent Outbursts. Anorexia. Impulse Control Disorder.
Side Notes: Self Mutilation; Keep Patient Away From Objects Capable Of Harm. Occasional Ticks And Fidgets.
DOD: May 14, 2018.
Cause Of Death: Suicide; After Jumping Off Oceanside Cliff, Went Unconscious Upon Impact, Drowned.

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DELETE FILE?

[YES] NO

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Deletion Complete.

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I said to disappear, right?

Now I'll make sure they never know you even existed.

I think I'm going to continue making little character writings and have multiple parts for each character. Each part will be numbered.

Edit: I never expected this to get as popular as it did... I've been wanting to explain this one for a while now. The DOD was the most recent night that I planned to commit suicide. Instead, I made a character that was a spit image of me and let him do it instead...

#tw #vent #oc

May 2018

Orange Rose

I wrote a poem

I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.

#poetry #love #emotion #creativity #sadness #pain #acceptance

May 2018

Orange Rose

The Cavern

I stumble in the blinding dark.
I cannot see a single mark,
Of light, of rock, of man or beast.
It seems the night will have its feast.
When suddenly a glowing light,
Emits from somewhere out of sight.

I stagger toward it, unaware,
Of a sudden thinness in the air.

A cave now seems to beckon me,
And as I enter, all I see,
Are crystals shining like the sun.
Like broken mirrors, dull are none.
My fear now seems to melt away,
And false safety is here to stay.

For suddenly I feel safe and sound,
Though I'm miles and miles below the ground.

#cave #mining #story #hallucination #dream

May 2018

LizO

Coffee

A hit of pleasure

From the very first sip

The nutty, smoky, smell

Too difficult to resist

I’m soon caffeinated up to the hilt

Mind becomes a

swirling

river

Arms buzzing

Gums buzzing too

Is this a beaming smile

Or a manic toothy grimace?

Mouth starts babbling full pelt

Things to say, you won’t stop me today

Body contemplating fight or flight

Even with no danger in sight

Energy evades all herding

From things that have

Me distracted…ooh!

My poem looks like a chess piece.

May 2018

Odd Odyssey Poet

Depression

Who am I to be the representation of expression to the unexpressed,
a liquefied colourful presentation filling the outlines of all the depressed.

Manifested to be what the world would label an outcast.
A fulfilment of that empty void of a heart, commonly known for not being built to last.
A trumpet blaring the truths of what self indulgence could bring many hurts to a soul,
the voice of the voiceless, speaking out for us all.

Being trampled down upon by the world's footprints of self doubt,
telling what I can't and fail to do, while I'm trying to figure all these things out.

And I would cast out my own two ears, just to hear empty silence when this world tries to speak.
A world so cold constantly trying to force me to reach my peak.
Surely now I would have learnt from my past mistakes and all my missteps,
surely no I could sense trouble five days away and be ready with all my preps.

But as I say again, I would be the voice to the depressed,
a loud voice to those gone silent, with no freedom to be expressed.

May 2018

courtney elizabeth

Untitled

i'm the outcast
the one that never fits in
can't ever find friendships that last
not even sure where to begin
i want to be a part of something
i want to feel like my existence matters
but i'm just a puppet on my own lonely string
forced to listen to everyone else's chatter
i have talent, i have worth
but i feel like i'm the only one who sees it
why, why was i even put on this earth
if i'm always meant to be the misfit?
when others are around i become invisible to you
not even you attempt to include me in things that you do
if not even you will include me, then who?
am i just meant to sit on the sidelines, feeling blue?
i want to be a part of a group
that encourages me to be creative and free
but i'm the only one in this coop
and i guess that's just how it's meant to be

May 2018

Hadrian Veska

Soul-Flaws-Difficulties

These flaws aren't in your body
They're buried in your soul
And it will take years of work
To make yourself whole

Of course it will be difficult
All things significant are
Don't worry if you cry
On a journey that goes so far

Because in that great distance
Lies a soul at ease, content
Happy and knowing truly
They did what they had meant

May 2018

Cinzia

Hundred Years War

Dozens of days
still can't remember
my name

but you know it don't you?

gender is such a distraction
I can see the temptation
the relative ease
not having one

but I'm a woman
what a woman

disgraced and redeemed
over and over

desire and dismissal
obsession and obstetrics

cowered before villains
an army of millions marching behind me

told the plain truth
lying with only my smile

tripping over my words
in a stream of pure eloquence
there's nothing left for me
but to be burned as a witch

cackling as the flames
flicker against my feet
a phoenix