Kate: Favorites

Mar 2019 Kate

b e mccomb

i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place

copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb

#love #depression #mentalillness

Mar 2019 Kate

You are not a burden

Mar 2019 Kate

julianna

You are not a burden

Not a burden
Not a bother
If you’re broken,
Pick each other up
It doesn’t have to be literal
You can have a wounded mind
And still be worth their time

#burden #bother #friends #mental #health

Mar 2019 Kate

Alone

Mar 2019 Kate

Shy

Alone

I'm afraid to be alone
But somehow
It's always where I crave to be

#alone #lonely #place

Dec 2017 Kate

s.o.s. (survivor of suicide)

Dec 2017 Kate

Rylee Cracroft

s.o.s. (survivor of suicide)

waves of unwashed
untamed hair
roll over my shoulders
tears of undiscovered bravery
sting my eyes
and spill onto my cheeks
dripping off my lips
staining my shirt

fingers heart mind
t r e m b l i n g
screams of disbelief
spill like blood from my mouth
and shatter
silently
against the floor

news from the doctors
stop my breath in its tracks
condolences fill my head
my heart
and i feel as empty as their words

worlds beyond my own
crash down on top of my shoulders
as the world i call my own
crumbles beneath my feet

and i lose my balance

screaming out loud
ripping my heart from my chest
tearing it apart with my own hands
blaming myself for your actions
looking for a place to stand
for a steady hand
to hold my shattered soul

but this time
there are no hands
there is no escape
there is not end
to this living hell.

Nov 2015 Kate

The Identity Theft

Nov 2015 Kate

Asim Javid

The Identity Theft

I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

We Muslims condemn the Paris attack.

#muslims #prayforparis

Oct 2015 Kate

Untitled

Oct 2015 Kate

Rylee Cracroft

Untitled

the stars l o s t in the night sky
are simply reflections
of every fire
in every soul
burning with passion
setting the world ablaze;
singeing the eye brows
of the apathetic.

the waves in the oceans
are merely vibrations
from all that we are.
with power behind every word spoken
and every word lived
every breath tells a story so great
it can never be delivered
with the same vigor as the first.

you are not one in a million.
you are a million in one;
you are a hurricane of emotions
that will not stop
until everyone has
heard you
you cannot be stopped
until everyone around you
has been burned by the light
of the fire in your soul

and you cannot let them put you out.

Aug 2015 Kate

a poem for the broken

Aug 2015 Kate

Rylee Cracroft

a poem for the broken

this is a poem for the warriors
and for the worriers.
for the children whose eyes have grown so big
they cover their mouths.
"children should be seen; not heard."
children should open their hearts;
their minds.
they should follow their dreams
and whey they are asked: what do you want to be?
they should know
that in this world, there is not one thing
they cannot do.
it's time we raise kings, and queens,
poets,
lovers,
dreamers.
it's time we teach them
that when they run away,
the fastest way to chase their dreams
is to take the train into downtown tomorrow
for there lies a world of possibility
and promises.

this is a poem for the kids
who flew too close to the stars
and were left with scars
across their cheeks.
for the teenagers who are lost
inside their own minds
and their stories that are lost
on the tips of their fingers.
this is for the wanderlust
and the starry eyed.
for the boys who have fallen too hard
for a girl who was never strong enough to catch him.
and for the girl
who is too afraid to say goodnight to the moon.

this is the time
to throw your heart on the line
and blow caution to the wind
with the seeds of a dandelion.
this is the time
to forget the nights that sing "maybe tomorrow"
and jump on a train with a one-way ticket
to a world of your forgotten promises
and know that when you hop off
tomorrow will be today
and today is the rest of your life.