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  Jul 2016 MAXIMUS
Jenovah
Who are you?
You're not the same person you were two minutes ago.
I just don't get you.
You're compulsive, and corrupted.
You're easily addicted.
You have friends in your mind,
but in reality friends you'll never find.
You're simple yet, confusing
like a Rubik's cube.
With all your twists and turns.
This pain you put upon me
has left me with cuts and burns.
Will we ever learn?
To get along
and fix these never ending battles?
Your bipolar versus my anger.
Some days, to me you are a stranger.
Who I thought I knew has suddenly disappeared.
Your disease is something I've always feared.
Illness invaded your mind,
and has taken over who you once were
Leaving all your past senses blind.
  May 2016 MAXIMUS
Kyle Holbrook
They flow and I am left
Confused and sad and a mix of a million other things
But I can't say any of them
I am a man

I put up walls to keep people out
And bite my cheek to hold back tears
I need to look strong, to put on a brave face
I am a man

Who cares
Maybe everyone, but I don't see that
My sight is blocked by walls that I put up
so now No one can see me, and I see no hope,
only darkness
Yet somehow words seep through the cracks
I can't see the source but the words are clear
They break down the walls, and they flow
Am I  a man?
Little to personal to share until now
MAXIMUS May 2016
Like oxygen the human body needs it
In order to survive; In order to exist.
It nourishes and sustains the part of us hidden away from the world - our souls.

Without hope our souls shrivel up and die
And leaves a dark hole inside of us,
Making us question our own existence.
  Apr 2016 MAXIMUS
Pauline Morris
With my pen I try to slay the demons
I am determined to chase them from my eden
With the inky darkness I will paint my picture
I will paint them with such stricture
My words will flow
And everyone I'll show
They will no longer be allowed to reside
Hidden deep inside
With the darkness of my ink
I will bring them to the brink
With the black flow, I'll shine the light
On their hideous form, no longer hiding in the night
  Apr 2016 MAXIMUS
Pauline Morris
She's an emotional vampire
She'll **** out what she desires
She preys on the lonely
Making them think they are her one and only

She lives off their emotion
Love or hate, just as long as it's commotion
She thrives on the drama
Leaving behind only trauma

She'll take you down slow
You won't even know
Till she releases her hold
Leaving behind only holes
Where she's ****** out your soul

She's an emotional vampire
She'll burn you like Hell's fire
She's quite the enchanter
Her whole life is a banter
It's only the emotion that matters
She sparkles like a sapphire
That emotional vampire
MAXIMUS Apr 2016
Hush. . . no one must know
That I am at war with my own mind.
No one must know
That I am fighting a losing battle,
Stuck in a brain that wants me dead.

For how long I can keep it up
Only God knows.
But I will probably be dead
Before anyone even begins to wonder.
But hush. . . no one must know.
This poem describes how depression makes you ashamed and scared of your own mind.  How incredibly lonely it is to keep it all inside but not having the courage to let anyone know your DARK secret.
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