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there's something similar about sunset
the way embers scoff the incenses
there's something similar about the way hour hand moves on the clock.
the way sand changing color while drying up
there's something similar about the flowers furl in the afternoon
the way tears restrained in the eyelid.

and in the same way, you turned away.

so slowly, yet so sure...

Feb 2016 Isabella

The Nothing

Feb 2016 Isabella

Zach Hanlon

The Nothing

Depression isn't feeling like nothing, it IS the nothing.
It's the nothing in the air,
the nothing in "good mornings" and "good nights".
It's the nothing in your life,
and it's the nothing that will be your death.

And you know there used to be something,
because you used to feel that something,
but now it's suddenly the nothing.
So was the something ever even there
or is the nothing waiting to be something?

And you panic,
because all you know now is the nothing.
And as you panic,
you fall further
into this nothing abyss.

And you don't feel dead,
but you certainly don't feel alive.
You're floating in the nothingness,
screaming for someone to somehow
pull you back into something.

But they can't,
because all they see are the somethings,
and all you have are the nothings.

#word #depression #sadness #anxiety #darkness #the #nothing #spoken #emptiness #nothingness

Feb 2016 Isabella

Con-tentment

Feb 2016 Isabella

Peter J Thomas

Con-tentment

Too many seek out all,

Wanting more than they have got,

Happiness is not volume,

It's being content with your lot

#poem #poetry #content #thoughts #biographyphilosophy

Feb 2016 Isabella

Fits of Spring Are These,

Feb 2016 Isabella

Don Bouchard

Fits of Spring Are These,

Incessant, nervous breeze,
Gray mornings scudding in,
Branches, stark and thin,

Rain and flurried snow
Blended now, as if they didn't know
Which way the sky must go,
Warming now, but slow.

Bleak skies and weathered land
Beaten colorless by Winter's hand
Seem silent in these days of gray,
But I know fair Spring will have her say.

A neighbor rang, reporting her first robin;
Two trumpeters flew north without stopping,
And geese stand waiting on the icy pond,
Rememb'ring open water just beyond.

This is the time when old ones sigh,
Wondering will winter ever die?
And some decide that it is best
To turn toward eternal rest.

So left my friend this early spring
Before he heard the robins sing,
And I remain to live the winter out alone,
Awaiting green and coveting bird song.

RIP, Fred Arndt

#life #death #spring #middletimes

May 2015 Isabella

monday (reprise)

May 2015 Isabella

Megan Grace

monday (reprise)

i was hoping you would take
everything from inside me at
least         swallow  part  of  it
because i've taken   bullets to
my legs   mostly from myself
because i was too  b  i  g   too
small     too too too too much
for my  own  skin  to  handle
that i thought about          the
roundness       beneath      my
surface everysecondof  every
dayuntil i  learned to despise
circles and buy everything in
smallboxesandnarrow    lines
where i hope to fit one day is
your glucose enough for you
is your steak justrightdo you
want another slice of cake do
you  want  to  be  a   w h o l e
planet or a piece  of cotton in
the wind do you want to  eat
me do youwant to eat me do
you want to eat me  until i'm
whole                              again

May 2015 Isabella

Sober

May 2015 Isabella

Megan Grace

Sober

it has been ten months three weeks
and five days   since   the last time i
spoke words that  were meant only
for your ears and i   am doing okay.

May 2015 Isabella

gnocchi

May 2015 Isabella

Megan Grace

gnocchi

i don't want to love
you i just want to
sleep next to you

i haven't yet figured out if
these things are synonymous.