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 Feb 2013 JGar
Langston Hughes
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
It creeps in like a specter...
Blocking the light...eclipsing reality...
It pulls me under... leaving me flailing just under the surface of my life...
It suffocates me... breathless...heaving...gasping for breath...
It devastates me... robbing me of hope...happiness...
It dances around me...like fog engulfing who I am... barely leaving my life visible through the haze...
It makes me a distant stranger... even to myself...longing for an introduction...
It makes me desperate... to laugh...to dream...to feel...
It numbs my humanity... monotone responses to amazing events...
It leaves me screaming at the top of my lungs... my words echoing into the cavernous abyss of sadness... It leaves me...sometimes...and then returns...
It creeps in like a specter...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
 Feb 2013 JGar
Natalie N Johnson
Is it not enough
that my mind is haunted
with dark monsters?

creatures of doubt
that creep around
corners with pins,
and whisper "failure"
lovingly to every bright
balloon of hope.

spiders of anxiety
crawl over
flowers of bravery
and spin a web
that makes
courage cower.
bravery buckle.
power petrified.

Is it not enough
that I battle
my own brain?
would I rather have
the life to match?
to 'justify'
my art,
my work,
my ****** expressions?

I wasn't aware
that I have to earn
depression---
that I first must
live a life worthy
of sadness

And now I question
if I'm just
broken
spoiled
or should quest for
the existence to
more properly fit
the mind
I was born with.
 Feb 2013 JGar
Brianne Jones
Numb
 Feb 2013 JGar
Brianne Jones
Finally as the dust settles over my wasted heart
the numbness claims me.
Blank eyes, glazed stare.
Thank God.
No more feeling.
No more fighting.
Just complete and utter surrender.
No hope, no sadness, no fear.
Slowly as the storm dies down
and my brain refuses to churn anymore
I fall into the abyss of indifference.
No focus, no anxiety
just nothingness.
It's all gone, all turning a pale shade of gray.
Gray is nice.
No more of the over-stimulation.
Silence.
The screaming in my head has stopped,
No longer even a whisper.
No guilt, no regret.
Nothing on either side of the spectrum,
no fierce hate, no intense longing.
I'm drinking up this silence.
Dreading the moment the screaming will return.
But even that dread is deadened,
fading so fully it almost doesn't exist.
 Feb 2013 JGar
John
Like a ******* nagging
Ache
Embedded deep in
My neck

Just like the one
I wake up to
Every night
And Morning

I just can't
Sleep
Without that feeling
Greeting me
Every
Single
*******
Morning

They call it
Generalized Anxiety Disorder
In other words
My nerves are worked up
All the time
For no reason
Just
In general
Always
Neverending
Undying

I don't believe in meds
I feel like they'd only
**** me up
Worse than I feel
Most of the time
So I trudge through
These muddied
Hallowed waters
And thick jungles
Of fire
Accompanied by intermittent bursts
Of skin-burning frozenness

Nothing is good
Nothing is right
If only my brain decided
To be this unstoppable
In all the other areas of my life
Maybe things would be a little
Better
But they're not
And I work every day to make it so
My life might be a little easier
The next morning
The next night
The next go around

But I don't know
I never know
This **** takes hold of me
And throws me down that pit
Leaves me there with no food
No water
No love
It sits there
Smile, taps its foot
And waits for me
To die
 Jan 2013 JGar
Kittridge James
You were never mine


Your eyes only hid secrets


It's better this way
 Jan 2013 JGar
Katie Rudnicki
My body is itching for the touch of your fingertips.
If only I knew how to make you miss me
And everything we once knew.
When I’m alone in the silence of midnights and 3 AMs,
I am reliving all of the firsts and the lasts and the where-I-went-wrongs.
 Jan 2013 JGar
Rumi
I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not
 Jan 2013 JGar
Judith Wright
All things conspire to hold me from you–
even my love,
since that would mask you and unname you
till merely woman and man we live.
All men wear arms against the rebel –
and they are wise,
since the sound world they know and stable
is eaten away by lovers’ eyes.
All things conspire to stand between us –
even you and I,
who still command us, still unjoin us,
and drive us forward till we die.
Not till those fiery ghosts are laid
shall we be one.
Till then, they whet our double blade
and use the turning world for stone.
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