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 Nov 2015 eb
Wanderer
I don't cry out of pity for myself
I don't cry because you should have known better
I don't cry because I hate you for what you have done
You don't deserve that hate put on you
You didn't know any better

I cry for mom who has to watch it all unfold
Who has to be in the depths of it with you
Who has to worry about the future

I cry for my brothers that don't know yet
But when they find out will be devastated
For their futures
For their mental health and well-being

I don't cry for me because I am strong
I can handle this
**But can they?
 Nov 2015 eb
Roo
Define your sadness
 Nov 2015 eb
Roo
"When I dropped him, I shattered"**
the jagged body parts that hadn't
seen a regular shower since the
sadness kicked in
slit into my arms in shapes
people only recognise as a
cry for help.

I recoil from my reflection,
even my face feels foreign
but that doesn't compare to this
detachment; being unable to
recognise my own family in
a sea of unknown faces.
Bruises that I don't remember,
no recollection of a time before.

My body is in a state of flux,
moving with the objects
around me and no matter
how hard I try to ground myself,
6 hours becomes 24 becomes 48
and I'm screaming out for attention
silently, hoping that someone will
convince me that it is real.
That I am me and you are you -
just don't shut your eyes;
the darkness is where it really begins.
QUOTES IN BOLD ARE FROM "BOYFRIEND INTERVIEW" BY HALEY MOSLEY.
 Nov 2015 eb
Day
yeah
you might describe me as
"annoying"
"obsessive"
"weird"
"in her own world"
but
it's only because
fictional people mean more to me
then you do
and yeah
that might be sad
but to me
it's my whole world
what happens on the screen of a tv
affects me more then
what happens in my school
and watching my favorite character die
hurts so much
and i'm so tired of being categorized
as just another fan-girl
because i feel like so much than that
my thoughts
 Nov 2015 eb
Julie Butler
strum
 Nov 2015 eb
Julie Butler
learning that love is
no more than in moments
I couldn't trade ours
so I frame them in poems

& I've turned down the Joni
turned down the heat
you left on my tongue
you poured
to my feet

I'm starting to see
I have
been-seeing-strings
& I hate that I hate now
believing in things

but I love to remember
& I'm starting to think
that all through these nights
& with every drink
that I still sink for you
& get weak just breathing
>|< Julie Butler
 Nov 2015 eb
Karina Norris-Veirs
I look into the mirror and expect to see me,
but it is not me that I see
Well, it is, but truly it is not me
I expected to see a face healthy and full of life
Instead I see one that is ghastly and full of strife
Instead of bright eyes, hers are gaunt
Instead of rosy cheeks, hers are sallow, sunk
My lips I'm sure are of a healthy hue
Not hers, they appear to be blue
"This is not me!" I yell at the mirror of me
Then my image smiles and whispers "soon"
At this I take flight
My entire being filled with fright
All the while I hear her laughing
*Coming from within the mirror in my room
Happy Halloween HP family!!
 Nov 2015 eb
moss
ninety hours
 Nov 2015 eb
moss
ninety hours and I still can't sleep
can't close my eyes, no not a wink
melatonin still does not seep
into my brain. I'm on the edge, the brink
of plummeting fully into this wretched insanity.
I am no longer inside of my body, though
it does not make sense. what is this calamity?
this beast that eats my sleep continues to grow
day after excruciating day.
attempting to live, I fill my veins with caffeine.
all my nights I hope and pray
for some powerful force to pry away this screen
that keeps me away from my dreams
where at least my pain isn't real
and at least people aren't deaf to my screams
when everything is what I deeply feel
including my heart dragging its feet along, loosely tied to my lungs
and my head. all I hear is thump-thump
the throbbing as I fall down the rungs
of a ladder I'll never be able to climb
and no one I know understands how
I spend hours under the moon, calculating the time
to see how much I might get "if I fall asleep right now"
but I never can because my mind is boisterously loud
and though I plead with it to just calm down
it's volume remains as that of a needy crowd
so in the sleepless noise, I continue to drown...
I have chronic insomnia, and the longest I have been without sleep is ninety hours. I did not, however, write this then because I was not even functioning, making that impossible. I wrote this yesterday when I was at about 34 hours.
 Oct 2015 eb
s
Moon
 Oct 2015 eb
s
I cannot sleep tonight.
So, instead of dreaming of you, I am staring at this unusually bright moon and the way its light is hitting different spots on my bed because of how it flows through my partially opened blinds.
I am staring at this unusually bright moon and imagining that the light hitting different spots on my bed is you, resting soundly next to me where you belong.
I am staring at this unusually bright moon and, although I have never been too interested in religion, I am praying that something is keeping you up as well tonight and you are staring at this unusually bright moon too.
 Oct 2015 eb
Day
listening
and
waiting*
for something,
anything
to write about,
as if tragedy
is meant
only
for
us.
i decided to continue this because i really liked it the first time. i'll probably write one every once in a while
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