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 Jan 2014 Kay Sullivan
Eva Nein
To so many young
Means blind
Young does not mean blind
But sensitive.
Sensitive to light,
Noise,
Feelings.
Not sensitive but hurt.
Always too loud.
Even in silence
Screaming in my ears.
Fake smiles,
Fake laughs,
Even fake friends.
Too young they say.
Too young
And always
Always too loud.
 Jan 2014 Kay Sullivan
Eva Nein
Happy
Falsely happy
Strangely happy
Way too happy

Angry
Truly angry
Amazingly angry
Overwhelmingly angry

Sad
Drowning sadness
Hidden sadness
Muted sadness

Normal
Always happy
Frighteningly angry
Scarily sad

Truly
Quiet happiness
Snapping anger
Boiling sadness
 Jan 2014 Kay Sullivan
rachel
What is anxiety?

Anxiety is waking up in the middle of the night
Heart pounding
And senses spiking

Anxiety is walking out onto a cold balcony and staring down at a street full of taxi cabs,
And thinking,
"Should I jump...?"

Anxiety is full body shaking
And mind convulsing
While you're sitting completely still

Anxiety is standing in a full room
And feeling completely alone
And enclosed by an invisible box

Anxiety is the voice rising torture that fills your vocal cords and chokes you until you can't breath, and you're grasping at your lungs, trying to fill them with the air you can't seem to get
Anxiety is gasping, and gasping, and gasping
Tired eyes
Quiet lips
Seal the night
With bottled bliss

Shaking hands
Tightening throat
Around your heart
You'll build a moat

Shattered image
Dreams in your cup
You don't really care
If you ever wake up

Calm your mind
Envision those hills
Medicate your life
With more of those ****** pills

Never a good night
Don't think of sleeping well
Because you know with every morning
Comes another day of hell

Let it slip through your fingers
Like sand in a sieve
Stop buying into it
Don't ever believe

Let your heart harden
They've had it all wrong
'Cause in the end you know
You only breathe for so long
 Jan 2014 Kay Sullivan
Katie Mac
I want to be as light as vaporous smoke
     Maybe then
        I could surround you,
              float wordlessly to you,
                  and fill you.
         You couldn't catch me, sliding
            between the lines of your hand.
                 But I think that
                  you would only grasp more.
I will be as light as mist,
   as fog,
   as blissful nothingness.
       Try and catch me with jars,
           but I will be everywhere
           and I will be everything.


I will never be as light as gas.
Gravity puts his foot down
and you pass around my
solid form.
And I look so longingly
at the clouds spinning in a storm.
Maybe I could be a cloud,
high overhead and drench you
or even
strike you dead.

— The End —