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 Mar 2014 Elli
Mohd Arshad
Dreamers
 Mar 2014 Elli
Mohd Arshad
Wake up! My friends
Dreamers are not the tortoise
Which don't know how to rise

Move on! My comrades
Dreamers are the flowing waves
That make thier own ways
 Mar 2014 Elli
aphrodite
Coping
 Mar 2014 Elli
aphrodite
You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                             ­   You spit about it.
                                                             ­        You write about it.
                                                             ­          You cry about it.

                                                            ­            But you won't talk about it.

                                                            ­ You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.
What is your "it"?
I've bolded what I find to be healthier alternatives for coping, opposed to the common and harmful ways of coping that are italicized.
This poem is very personal & I hope you learn to cope the best way you can.
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 Mar 2014 Elli
BB Tyler
Elusive
 Mar 2014 Elli
BB Tyler
The best poems never make it to paper,
they burn up before they reach the page.
 Mar 2014 Elli
BB Tyler
Spill blood
like wine
over the bed-sheets.
This ceremony
leaves none
unexplored.

As soothsayers
we see dreams
and visions of
time past
and passing
in the entrails
and tea leaves.

What did we hope to find
in the fleshy hollows
where our sweetness
sits in wait
to rot?

Once found
is our fate made sound?
Solid.
A still life
in the waiting room
where we will break our bonds.

When the movement
stilled
and the dust kicked up
was hushed,
did we find ourselves there
under the blood stains
and honey,
or were we waiting
forever on the outside?

Always am I transparent
under a shifting moon.
 Mar 2014 Elli
Noah Roberts
Touch
 Mar 2014 Elli
Noah Roberts
My eyes are marbles
on the playgrounds of children.
Your hands are
electrical probes
soldered to a car battery
I want to attach them
to different places
on my body and
die happy
my ribs
encase nothing
there is emptiness
where my heart should lie
but
a simple electric pulse
wire- cut and sparking
gives life
just as a marble connects
with another
knocking it out of the circle.
 Mar 2014 Elli
Noah Roberts
My body is not myself
but an entraption forcing me
to speak and dance like someone.
Though I am always inside this prison
of human manifestation
I do not belong within myself.
every time my eyes close
I swallow
                           take a step
                                                    inhale.
­I fall deeper into the dark edged chasm
blurry and anxious shaking
I am not myself.
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