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Oct 2014 Shannon Smith

Monsters

Oct 2014 Shannon Smith

lonleyflowerx

Monsters

I have a monster inside my head
it disguises its self using my own voice
it tells me I'm not pretty, no one loves me, I'm not smart, I'm doing everything wrong, and that I'll always be alone
some days I'm as bright as the sun while others I'm as dark as a night sky filled with no moon
I try to tell myself "you're happy, you're happy, you're happy"
but I never am
this monster has controlled everything
I have depression: and it's winning

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

I Hear Voices When Theres No One Around.

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Little Wing

I Hear Voices When Theres No One Around.

They're telling me to stop.
stop breathing.
stop thinking.
stop thinking im okay.

They're telling me to start.
start cutting.
start bruising.
start thinking bad thoughts.
start locking myself up inside.

i look around,
theres no one there.
who are they ?
why are they doing this to me.
its like im bound.
bound in my mind.
i think 'they' might be 'me'
i dont want to come to reality.
i dont want to know that its actually me causing all this pain.

i hear voices when theres no one around.

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Black pearl

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Milica Markovic

Black pearl

One day
I will break
This pearl shell you' re hiding in
And I will discover brand new side of you
And you will see completely different side of yourself.
I will prove that you're a pearl,
My precious.
My treasure.
„But I'm black“, you will say.
„Even better, darling,
even better.
It only means you're worth more than you think.“

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Self Inflicted

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Nicole Fox

Self Inflicted

We are a generation
Of instant gratification
Most of our lives
Confined to LCD screens
And large comfy couches
We are fearless;
Behind the username and password
Of a social network
Our words are no longer spoken
But formed by a repetitive tapping of our fingers
An act of bravery is now defined as
Sending a risky text
Our mornings and sleep patterns
Depend solely on
‘Good morning/night beautiful’
Carefully handwritten letters turned into careless emails
And break ups are just
A click of a button on Facebook
Trips to the mall became
Hot cocoa and credit card debt
We learned how to surf
With just a keyboard
And our laziness transformed the English language
Into LOL and TTYL
And how silly it is to think
We made ourselves this way.

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Blank Space

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

k-s-h

Blank Space

Break-up is when you take his things
Wrap them in his jacket
And put them away,
Hoping that through this you won't think about him.
Out of sight, out of
mind.
But then you crawl into bed and it still smells like him
So you cry.

Break-up is when you lay his vest on the floor
And flatten on top of it
Collapsing.
Just to cry into it that you're sorry, "I love you, I'm sorry..."
Then throw it to the corner like it's trash.
It isn't.

Break-up is when you put on all the perfume you stopped wearing
Because he said he liked the smell
Of untainted you.
Then you vow to wear one
Every day
Until it makes you sick at yourself.

Break-up is when all your poetry turns free form
So that you won't send it to him
And your friends know it's serious.
Every poem ends the same;
Before its time
And dramatically.
Just like the last time you kissed.

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

(not a Valentine's day poem)

Feb 2013 Shannon Smith

Tilly

(not a Valentine's day poem)

once,
i held tight to
your words they filled
              this                  emptiness                  with love  & passion
    promises you blew
hot blasted air
     a-drifting
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