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 Nov 2013 Psylocke
J
It's shocking, the first time you think it
Because you've lived a pretty normal life until now,
but as soon as you've thought it, you're changed
Maybe it's because you've been fighting this...
realization for a while
Because you've heard people say they "hate themselves,"
and you've thought that was the saddest thing you've ever heard
And now
Now you're one of them
The breath kind of leaves your chest,
like you've spoken the words instead of just thinking them
It's a little like you're in shock
Because wow, you knew you were sad, but is it really this bad?
Yeah, it is
It's actually this bad
I hate myself
And then you can't stop repeating it
Over and over and over in your mind
Then you're saying it out loud, in a whisper
Barely letting your thoughts touch the air
Your black, smoky, aching thoughts
The voices in your head that tell you you're a miserable waste of space
Good for nothing
Fat ***
Loser
I hate myself
And why shouldn't you?
Everyone else hates you anyway
Might as well join the crowd
They all think you're
annoying,
weird,
FAT
Suddenly you're gasping for breath
And you can hardly breathe because of all the thoughts you're thinking
God you just want to jump out of your own skin
Out of this body that you despise
And you want to apologize to everyone you've ever known
Because you're so sorry they've had to deal with you all these years
Years of your existence
You're such a burden
You can't even hate yourself all alone, can you?
No, you have to run to someone else
Burden them with your hate
Because of course they feel bad for you,
they're all good people
But you don't even deserve their pity
God, just leave them alone!
Stop bringing other people down!
Get yourself together!
Get better!
But you can't get better, can you?
Because that's just who  you are
And that's why you feel this now
I hate myself
Because you finally realized it's not just your body you hate
You can always change that
It's your mind
Your smile
Your nose
Your whole ******* face
And more than that, it's your personality
The jokes you make
The sound of your own voice
The very thoughts you think are worthless
And pathetic
You're broken
You're not like other people
Other people are better than you
And you've finally realized that when you're born broken,
there's nothing you can do
Not
A
Thing
And if you can't change your insides, what can you do?
You're hopeless
Destroyed
Drained
You just want to pass out for a while
Anything to escape the never-ending agony of your own mind
Trapped in a body you hate
At war with yourself
"Your own worst enemy"
Doesn't even begin to cover it
More like your own destruction
A leader of genocide on a population of one; you
A suicide bomber; where the pilot, plane, and flight path are all made of you
You, you, you
It's funny, for someone who hates themselves so much,
Most of what you think about revolves around you
Every task
Every thought, every conversation, interaction, question asked & answered
Every look, every lesson, every thing anyone says or does around you,
Suddenly is a reminder of some part of you you hate
Then simple tasks become impossible
You make a small error, a superficial error
You dwell on it for weeks
You are in an instant panic
Anothermistakeanothermistakeanothermistake
You've burdened yet another person with your existence
Even more so, because everyone starts asking you;
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
EVERYTHING IS WRONG, DON'T YOU SEE?
"Everything is wrong, because I am me"
I hate myself
It's the bottom of the barrel
It literally is a state of mind that defies nature
A feeling that defies our instinct to stay alive
Why why why why why?
Another question asked
Almost daily
"Why me?"
"Why was I born this way?"
"Why did I turn out like this?"
Why why why why why?
But no one ever answers
Because of course, it's only you
Alone with yourself
Like always
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Blake Bourland
need  
street  
just  
like  
gin  
time  
vermouth  
****  
blue  
beer  
man  
glass  
drink  
liquid  
shattered  
away  
bar  
notice  
feel  
soul  
right  
set  
main  
shadow  
white  
*****  
haiku  
perfect  
match  
shot  
big  
mornings  
past  
saw  
light  
join  
edge  
black  
candy  
make  
words  
elephants  
*******  
olive  
eyes  
poetic  
sound  
way  
long  
passed  
die  
motion  
page  
drain  
dallas  
yesterday  
martini  
brine  
passage  
window  
brand  
highway  
blank  
icy  
hills  
night  
sitting  
cheap  
carpet  
holding  
filled  
gulped  
condensation  
women  
pint  
quick  
imagine  
dive  
gripped  
professors  
stem  
point  
false  
self  
peace  
hardwood  
epiphany  
highball  
unspecified  
downed  
crystal  
means  
sting  
cinema  
percent  
mixing  
forget  
bukowski  
sifted  
fingers
a collection of all the things important in my writing according to hello poetry
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
rebecca
my oasis
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
rebecca
I must
run,
escape from all this.

I need an oasis
to get me away from this desert,
this cruel, godawful desert.

I can't survive,
always living in a daze,
just breathing in and out.

Why can't my oasis appear?
my mind is a gnarled, jumbled mess,
of unfinished thoughts, evaporating sentences.

Why can't it end?
the pain, the suffering, the state of perpetual fear,
the sleepless nights, the hazy days.

My oasis,*
is self inflicted, like my pain,
so why am I gone before ever seeing it?
Ohmygod this is really bad idk what I was thinking....
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Prabhu Iyer
Day and night vie for each other
now, but the darker is winning;

The moon mourns in her ruddy veil:
tonight, the garden's wet by tears.

Incredible, the attraction,
of carbon for carbon.
Even more, the attraction
of carbon for gold.

In the wild, they rarely bond.
But in man, inseparable.

Carbon and mammon: be not yoked,
says the jewel diamond of our race.

Who cares? The cross,
an adornment nice.
Mammon in mud? Silicon
too, says the IT guy.

Fullerenes in the sky: on this
Guy Fawkes night, sparks truly fly.

Carbon will **** for gold.
This the oldest maxim of old.
Matthew 6:19-21....

Incredible connections emerged once I started mining this subject: Diamond is a form of carbon...so too is fullerene: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fullerene (pun on 'like a diamond in the sky')
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
M
Seriously,
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
M
I'd rather be blind due to loss of my mind. Not because of sanity, but because the thoughts of you running through my head threaten that. I'm tired, because I don't sleep. I can't. And when I do I dream of you anyway, so what's the point of the "escape" sleep should bring? I've got an idea and a body full of courage. Read my thoughts on the wall, somewhere within you'll see this will be quick and painless.
I don't see what there's to think about.. I know everything about your everything, this is for the rest of our lives. I have so much to make you smile coming and you're scared it will stop, but it will never stop. I will never make a mistake again. I'm here baby, I'm finally exactly who you want me to be, and I've never felt better about myself. I want you to be the hand across our dinner table. Your ring is so beautiful, and you... Well I've told you enough. The only thing to be afraid of is losing you and I. Give me the word and I'll be there waiting for you to get home with something to make you smile and when you walk through your door you have everything I need with you.
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Auss
Shut Down
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Auss
My mind is shattered
My life is battered
My friends are scattered
This isnt to be desired

I couldnt come to look at you
I couldnt bear the icy blue
I know you doubt what i say is true
But I really do need you

My closest friend
to the end
A friendship too strong to bend
But now I just want to mend

I shut down
Taking all I have to not frown
I must seem like such a clown
All I want to do is drown

My life should be over
Call for the Undertaker
I never have been such a crier
Is there nothing that can make this better?

Little Red
Red Head
I want you to know what I have said
I need you to get off the death bed

My silent screams
The return of dreams
It almost feels like we are on separate teams
I shouldn't have believed the way things seem

I just need you to forgive
I need you to help me live
I never should have been so assumptive
Me out of your life is easily conclusive

I shut down
I change myself
I **** my soul
Never cared for, I never knew

I didnt ever want you hurt
I had no clue that I mattered
I didnt want to lose you
So I threw you away

I shut you out
I shut down
I shut...
I...
...
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Alessol
This night I lay awake staring at my ceiling
Hoping for the dark to wash away this feeling
Waiting for my dreams to show their hidden meanings.

Startled to realized my eyes have started bleeding
The blood so warm pumping threw my veins
It rolls down my cheeks and I finally feel pain.

I see my finger tips become stained red.

Why does this make me feel so free?
So alive?
Why do I feel such euphoric relief?

I see my finger tips stained red.

****** my past is escaping
Leaving me behind the feeling is breathtaking
I understand why I feel so lost.

What is lost?

What cannot be found can never be harmed.
Can never be repressed.
Never confined.
Never suppressed.
Never at the will of time.
And will always remain free.
That is truly where I wish to be.

I see my finger tips bleed with my eyes wide open.
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Kelly Anne
I step out to face another day.
Crossing over the mist of drops as
they fall undecidely from the gray sky,
I wonder what you might be doing,
where you are,
who you are.
The chilled air strikes my face repeatedly,
forcing me deeper into my jacket
that isn't nearly warm enough.
Do you like the rain?
Can you relate to it?
I sort of hope so.

I watch the sidewalk as it moves
beneath my steps,
both hesitant yet hurried,
trying to remember my dreams.
What are yours?
Do you have nightmares?
Could I help, if I were with you?
I already want to chase them away.
And I promise you, I will.

When it's three in the morning
and the world of sleep
is as far away as the overseeing stars,
Lying down, I'll pull your head to my stomach
and stroke your hair softly
and whisk away the ghosts haunting
your thoughts.

As I reach the warm shelter of my destination,
my favorite song resounds
through my ear buds,
giving me strength,
and I wonder if you play the piano.
Will you teach me,
on days like these
when November begs
we be left to ourselves
behind closed doors
next to a crackling fireplace?



Class ends early today --
back into the rain.
Whatever you're doing, wherever you are,
whoever you are,
I hope you're doing well.
And I hope we meet soon.
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
REAL
my brain is laughing
and i am triping the light fantastic
and i wish you trip the light fantastic with me
but i saw you grooving  with another man
...to bad i guess
i'll just dance under this light
that keeps me moving
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