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 Sep 2016 mickaela
Crimsyy
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 Sep 2016 mickaela
Crimsyy
I want to let my tears
wash me clean or
soak me until my clothes
show the ***** truth;
the insides of a vessel
affected by depression are
not always so pristine.

Do not judge this;
you do not know what it is
to haunt your own body,
to have your mind
wage war on you,
you do not know the sound
of your mind pulling 1000 triggers,
the sound of gunshots ricocheting
in your lungs;
you only know that my
breathing is shallow.

Do not call me weak just because
"I cannot stomach
the same meal twice"
when I have swallowed
the same poison
up until this moment in life
where I am learning to spit it out;
I love you, I love you, I love you
Separation, separation,  separation,
suicidal contemplation...

But of course,
tomorrow I'll be here again,
so there's nothing to worry about,
right?


- Crimsyy♡
Wrap your failures around my throat
Use my body to keep yours afloat
Take my eyes so that you may see,
That I'd do anything you'd ask of me
 Sep 2016 mickaela
Erin Suurkoivu
I imagine her night –
her winter, her dark – better
defined your light,
the same way black velvet
offers a showy diamond.

A diamond,
your diamond,
full of beans,
along with mine,
full of shrieks,

seeds we’ve germinated.
Yours is tall and yellow;
mine blue and pensive.
Kindred, we
dream a garden for them.
Our mind- an ocean
can't contain a drop of God,
but we fit in His.
 Sep 2016 mickaela
Dead Doe
God
 Sep 2016 mickaela
Dead Doe
God
My phone rings every night.
I think it might be God.
He must have to something important to tell me.  
Last night answered it.
'Hello? Is this God?'
'No? I just saw this number on a bathroom stall.'
 Sep 2016 mickaela
phil roberts
When I was very young
Certainly pre-school age
I had a little tricycle which I loved
One day
I decided that I could ride it down steps
I was wrong
"Whaaaaaah! Me 'air 'urts!"
"He's banged his head. You're alright
You're not bleeding so shut up skriking."

A day or two later on the same tricycle
Tearing down the hill opposite our house
In the middle of the road
It was a time when cars were rare on council estates
Indeed, ice-cream men rode push-bikes
With big ice boxes on the front containing his wares
And there was one on the road
Of course, I managed to hit it
"Whaaaaaaaa!!!"
"There there, yer alright, lad. Have a free ice-cream."
"Whaaaa - oh, ok."

My parents kept the front gate closed after that
I wasn't tall enough to reach the latch
They wouldn't let me ride my tricycle
Unless there was an adult present
So now that I was safe
I promptly fell over the dog and banged my head on the gate
"Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!"

                                   By Phil Roberts
Cool wind filling my chest
eyes rest in this beautiful sunset
ears surrounded by waves crushing at shore.
All i wanted was to sail away into the blue,
broken compass waters unknown.
I remembered the silence under the trees
the scent of the deep green forest
hidden streams reflecting silver.
All i wanted was to stay a little longer.
A familiar rhythm, a song she sang for me
soft notes all over my home
and as i lay numb
my heart beats like the raining clouds.
All i wanted was to be with her.
My roots are broken and wind
carries my soul
feeling cold under the stars.
 Sep 2016 mickaela
Brooke Davis
S • Skin tight, skeletal cage
both ribs and mind.

K • Keep a strict diet, never break it, always hide it from those who would disapprove, so I learned to suffered in silence.

I • Internally a growl would emit, I reveled in the power I would get from it. To know I was structured, I wasnt a jumbled mess. Like the mass jiggling, clingling to this withering carcass.

N • Never could the fat girl come back out. carve her, choke her, starve her till she lost the will to shout. Shout for help, shout for freedom, shout for love in this life. Useless, everybody knows only fit people have that right.

N • Nobody would believe if I told a soul my struggle. "You are huge, big blue
whale how can someone like you have a disorder?

Y• Yell, scream "I WANT TO BE ME"
But I can't because of our society
deeming people like me are wrong,
why should my weight define wether or not I belong?

But because it does I hate myself.
I live this life with a wish to die,
all because my body is not
S•K•I•N•N•Y
 Sep 2016 mickaela
wyatt rabbit
write about your pain
from the most beautiful point of view
make your readers fall in love
with the demons in you
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