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**** journalists <
**** truth-seeking avidity, inquisitiveness, open-mindedness, awareness >
**** children.
Distrust
Is like a
Drug
A dopamine-like
Strike
But one
That I dislike
Overshadowing
Taking up too much
Possibilities for closeness
Get decreased by its touch

Sadly.
Though I won't give up
Rewriting the stars,
genes and some old scars.
Old patterns showing themselves. Poems are a great way to increase awareness.
Jon Sawyer Mar 2014
Short marvelous life
how is a man not lightning
who can see and think
26 July 2012 - of the haikus that I have written, this one is probably my favorite. We wrote this haiku in English 200 class at University and me and three other classmates came up with this one. I fell in love with the depth of its meaning for me.
Arii Aug 12
Fly me away
To the moon
And fill my head up
With all of
You.

A million restless nights, and then
A million
More.

Haven’t you had enough
Time in my head
To settle the
Score?

I close my eyes
And let the truth fade,

Blissful ignorance
Is what brings me no
Pain.

If I pretend not to know
So much,
Too much,
Will you stay the same?
ignorance is bliss.
girlinflames Aug 14
They say
if you don’t heal your wounds,
you bleed on others.

I will heal
all my ****.

~ my blood is precious
girlinflames Aug 11
My therapist kept saying
“It’s about you”
Yes, it’s about me
But that phrase is an entire world of possibilities
and I only saw
the words
Zywa Aug 11
People are matter

that works together and learns --


what it shows to be.
Synenergism

Collection "Metamorphic body"
eliana Aug 5
Depression is a monster
That destroys both heart and soul.
It tortures without mercy
And consumes its victim whole.

It cripples and disables,
Making life too hard to cope.
It can make each day a nightmare
And leave a person without hope.

Some people feel this sadness
From the time that they are young,
And believe that they are different
And can't be loved by anyone.

It's reinforced by parents
Too depressed themselves to care
For that child they're supposed to love,
But instead forget is there.

Depression can be nurtured
Through violence and neglect
And fists used only to degrade
And words used to reject.

It's hidden in those bullies
Who torture and demean,
Who use their words like weapons
To destroy all self-esteem.

It's fueled by those substances,
That are used to help escape.
From that endless pain depression brings
And that unbearable heartache.

It can cause someone to just give up,
To lose all strength to fight.
It can annihilate one's very soul
And make them take their life.

Yes, Depression is a vulture
That will make anyone its prey.
There is no one who deserves it,
And there is no one to blame.

We don't need to make a judgment,
But we need to be aware
That those who suffer through this pain
Just need the world to care.
A waving rifle
In a pain struck hand
A lonely boy
He forgot how to stand
A knife of beauty
Cut in his flesh
A trail of blood
New and fresh
A single breath
Taken today
Before he tried
To run away
A single pill
To end it all
A final hope
To jump and fall
A new letter
He didn't know why
A single phrase
"Please don't die"

A lonely girl
In a mistaken world
Another fight
About to unfurl
A single dream
Of another life
A large hope
To be more than a wife
A smile curving
Up on her lips
A plan folding out
In careful strips
A pen she finds
Carefree on the floor
A paper she grabs
Then walks out the door
A little plea
She sends through the air
Then throws it in
Without a care
A hurting boy
Will read this too
And she hopes he knows
"I care about you"
J Bjork Jul 31
I remember the grass,
my fingertips twirling between
the blades,
and the rays of heat
as they give life
to keep the past
in the present-
a dietary aid
to all,
with trees to provide
some shade

I had forgotten
because I hid inside
four walls that weren’t
just physical
but of the mind:
closed off to nature
and the care that
my loved ones deserved

Gradually,
the seeds have been sown
for I am outside again
learning about hard work
with hummingbirds
that mew in the wind
and bees buzzing
as they collect their due
from this life giving earth,
the one right underneath
that I always forget
to appreciate,
but will forever
find my way back
to her
and her healing ways
07/30/25
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