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Tempting... certainly tempting to attempt an impulsed
Ease of pain. to drift off the earth and re-appear
Somewhat myself physically. it's tempting. but if I
Tilt my morals and background, what will I have?
Others may stick to the past and I can barely
Stomach the thought. I'm barely surviving
The present, presenting as a character without
End to preserve lack of sleep and well-being. I can't
Rip apart my body and start anew,
Observing the world as myself. I cannot be myself.
Never in my life did I think id feel this way,
Envying what I'll never have but ****, it's tempting...
so sorry I haven't been on in so long.
I have lost all motivation to write bc
my heart hurts too much to even try.
I hope this is good, for anyone who cares or has stuck around

all feedback is welcome and appreciated
Try Dec 2018
Slip sliping away
Hide away
My pain
At the back of
My closet
Dwelling in my pain
All the hurt and wrong
Done on to me
Screeming for them to leave me be
To let me be me
still thankful of those who foiled my plan
And boy was it grand
Instead I sat in the grandstands at Contact 2013,
Vancouver BC
Combating a invisible disease
To where everyday
It’s hard to breath
Still I stand tall
With the ball in my court
Not going to port
To where attempt number 3
Takes place
Instead a
Near death experience at sea
Thanks carnival
50 bands
Taken away from me
All in order to save me
From myself.

Thank You Chase for always being there for me in dark times.
Thanks for not letting me have 50bands to just end it all with it.
Thanks to you a known time and predreamt dreams all come to be and continue to do so.
Thanks for showing me the lighter side of life to where every day is a good day.
I love you bro,
Always


© Try
I got my issues to combat
Family that’s now astranged
Disowned for not being a hard enough worker in my parents eyes
Though having a invisible disease made it difficult to keep active
Chronic fatigue from chronic pain
Made working I don’t even know how many times harder.
He travelled to Canada's west coast
To sit in fields of Mushrooms Magic.
Psychoactive effects created rooms
Filled with white cognitive static.

He returned to his hometown small
In Boreal forests of Ontario's Northland.
Beyond locked doors now unhinged
He sank deeper in grey matter quicksand.

No one quite knew Joshua anymore.
Disturbance eclipsed his passive way.
At the local pub he told Ed and me
He was being followed by the C.I.A.

In one weeks time he picked up a knife
And stabbed his father and mother.
His father lay dead on the kitchen floor
She played dead and tried not to shudder.

Joshua was found just sitting in their car
When police came to the scene of the crime.
In a hospital for over thirty years now
His room has been a static void sealed mind.

                             --Daniel Irwin Tucker
Someone I knew a long time ago.
Ransom'sTake01 Nov 2016
I remember meeting you when the world knew you were sane.
Before life tried to finish you in it's game.
Then before my eyes everything around became so distant.
No matter how hard I tried or to who I listened.
It wasn't over after that, me looking at your photos of after you turned black.
Maybe pity got me to mix up my feelings.
Another conflict in my mind, another thing I was dealing.
Then, again you were distant, more I imagined possible.
The reality of you moving beyond everything in my mind was unstoppable.
And so, I just hoped you gained peace.
Didn't matter in my mind whether or not you thought of me.
Not gonna lie, in that time I misjudged you.
You were moving on but better than I knew.
Won't forget seeing you at the fair.
Memories of previously how you hugged me came back then and there.
I was glad to see and again hear from you.
And that thought of you in my head became again a better view.
Liam C Calhoun May 2016
I watch the moths bounce off,
And imagine every attempt
I’ve ever made to love.
I feel the night like they do,

I feel the flight like they do, futile,
And remaining drawn to the flames;
If only to pray upon altars ash.
And when the goddess leans

To burn once more,
When the mosquito licks my arm;
I scratch and scratch and scratch
To bleed;

I hope the one next to me,
I hope she slices when I sleep,
I hope she plants flowers,
I hope she was jubilant,

And if only for those few hours.
"Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow." - Vincent van Gogh
Terry Collett May 2016
They find her
(the nurses)
just in time

a thin cord
(from some guys
pyjamas)

round her neck
attempting
suicide

by hanging
in the bogs
(the toilets)

naked feet
just about
to leap off

the bog seat
never seen
the nurses

panic so
but this time
I saw them

panicking
like chickens
when a fox

is near by
poor Yiska
carried down

the corridor
by nurses
screaming out

(Yiska's voice)
foul curses.
A GIRL IN A LOCKED PSYCHIATRIC WARD ATTEMPTS TO HANG HERSELF IN 1971
May E V Watson Nov 2015
Its frightening as a thunderclap in a twilight forest and as deafening as the steady drip-drops in a cavern beyond light.
As choking as being tossed asunder with no life preserver in a raging sea, to be swallowed in ice and time.
As sought after as a ******'s pure kiss, by needy fervent lips and steady hands gripping all the more tighter.
   As feared as Death's embrace, if not more, because it says you are finally alone.
     It is that blissful white noise, that comes with a much sought after release with a patient and attentive lover.
       It is the steady dull ache in your bones, as the glistening blade caresses your skin.

      As it washes over me I breathe deep. I feel the fear, and the panic as to what if they find me this time, and will they ever.
     But as I let wave after wave crash down upon me, drip after drop hit the floor.
     As my fear gives way to bliss my lover could not bring, my panic drifts to calm from the songs the knife does sing.
...As comforting as floating in the ocean, as soft as a lovers sated kiss, as lost as a child's purity, and as beautiful as Lady Death's familiar arms.

   I cannot wait to seek the cool embrace once again...
i posted this a while back on D.A., and i was in a dark place at the time when i wrote this, not exactly poetry as usual.

http://gothg1rl37.deviantart.com/art/Silence-512942756

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