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Verbatim Lynnie Oct 2018
If you'd notice, you could see the way he lost his mind,
shattered on the tile floor he donates to. The coats of bandages
that soaked right through. You can feel the lack thereof in effort;
and I'm not saying you should be the one to save him, or that it's
your fault, all I'm saying is that the signs were there,
and you didn't notice for the sake of "I'm doing better now."
Maybe we become denial, or numb to the stone cold facts in
front of us. We shouldn't side with anger because it's easier;
rather lend a hand to someone lower than us in the hopes
you'll raise the rock-bottom people and awareness that this
effects more than obviously-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!

I feel like we should check up on our friends, and lend a hand, whether they say they're okay or not. Offer help and just a friends,it can do wonders.
Zoe Walsh Oct 2018
a blood red rose blooms through my gut

as hands from everywhere tear at my skin

sensation falls like petals of a wilted flower from my body.

i feel everything and then not much at all.

i cannot see the garden around me

or smell the floral perfume

or touch the soft petals

i only hear the ominous buzzing of angry bees

paralyzing me with anticipation
Harri Oct 2018
Look at me.
Tell me what you see.
Dark hair
Blue eyes
Pale skin,
Is that all?
Look again.
Look closer.
Please,
Look closer.

Do you see them,
The scars
The bruises
The cracks?
The shadows,
So many shadows.
When I look in the mirror
They're all I can see
But you say that I'm fine,
Am I fine?

Please.
Please see me
Please hear me
Please.

Can you hear them
On my tongue,
The pleas
The cries
The screams?
They sound so loud
In my head,
And taste so bitter
Always sitting there,
A sodden
Seething
choking pill
That I can't swallow,
But can't spit out.

Do you understand?
Please.
I just need someone
To see me.
Karijinbba Oct 2018
I couldn't realize my greatness
much less your fascination in me depicted in your own eyes
and much less see yours
and a lot less understand then that I could have helped change earth.
I had no idea I could change my life debating if changing it between my real identity and the one the world gave me would even be a wise thing to do
naturally I was a small enchanted frog with a Queen of the forest stolen crown left in some small macabre pound
Impossible to hap across your huge ocean to be kissed and reign as a new Queen of Kemah
much less know
I had the power of love to help me govern your heart your spirit soul but I knew I was your
twin flame and I loved you at first sight.
Until I believed in myself I realized my greatness and yours plus the dreams you described
while alls gone to worp speeds
and black hole law witches
all beauty remained vissible
tangible neverending!
thats the magic of knowing
true love. It never dies.
I just never found anyone able to love me with the same passion ever again.
The many times I tried to move on even you and women you trusted played the authors of malice and treachery setting me up with your contacts to be used betrayed deceived and trashed,
so I live unmarried and free
knowing good and evil
deep in my core intuitive.
I am just a woman of substance,
AWAKENED! Aware!
to my here and now, that's me
and dear it hurt long and bad at times wishing I was never born but I preffer solitude from humans!
I still wish to thank you my precious true love,
you too universe for the rides!
the good and the bad
I am so eternaly grateful
just a woman of substance.
Awake
NA-MYO-**-RENGE-KYO.n
kenye Oct 2018
Nobody mourn,
nobody get hurt

We just project
redirect the blame
and sink back
into interactions
with coping devices
of mass distraction

The artificial womb
of the masses

Tethered by an invisible
umbilical cord
feeding us way
too much
information

Like hungry ghosts
salivating
the next notification

We can’t run.
We can’t hide.
There’s a threat to survive,

But we’re so ******* desensitized

Seduced by the school shooter
we don’t hear him coming
singing siren songs
heart-beating shotgun blasts

That leitmotif
in sync with
The American Horror Story allegory

Just forget it
Too much in the queue
Too many new things

We can’t reject this reality
It’s really ******* broken

Em, I’m sorry we’re descending
Much Madness has lost its meaning

It’s just the means to
unlock an achievement

Emulate another scumbag.
romanticize a villain
amplify the bodycount
Like how many do you need to ***** out
before they give you the cover
of the Rolling Stone?

It's comedically-tragic,
Stranger than satire.

The Judge, the jury
Executioner cutie

cut all your losses for ya
cashed in your lil tax deductions

The most sacred snuffed out
before the light could become them

Get woke a-f,
This is enlightenment!

Come on get
your mind blown!

He’s the one who loves
to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
knows not what it means.
Do you know what it means?
https://soundcloud.com/therookielot/ignoreality
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
If I stray too far from myself
I might lose it
But if I stay standing still
I will anyways

What other choice do I have
but to walk?
Regardless of direction.

So I flail my limbs about me
in  Hopes that it brings;
This poem posted with one of my parkour videos on my instagram. Basically about giving things a shot, trying no matter what it is at or for.
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
When someone makes light of Suicide;
they are processing it.

Sorting trauma, understanding
where and how life can begin
despite the pain; can take many forms.

Because how absurd is it to plant
a flower
where a crack splits in the sidewalk?

How absurd to label a
Fault line, a Rainbow?

How dare you mark those imperfect
roadways others deem unsafe to travel
with Beauty, Life and Hope!

How dare you decorate those sign posts
with glitter and streamers so others know
where not to travel!

How dare you reach through the Abyss
and pull something out of it, yea how
dare you let others know what's
really there...

I understand, Suicide is not a joke...
Unless we're both still here laughing
As I say, better to be an ***
who kept on cracking
Than the guy who fell through his
own Rainbows;
An explanation as to why people make jokes out of trauma
Lilywhite Oct 2018
Where there is a rhyme there is a reason. There is always a reason, even if we aren't aware of it yet. You can't force the truth to come to light. You can only slowly open your eyes. It is with the understanding of time that you may find deliverance.
Cassie Oct 2018
I woke up that morning
Just another Thursday
Got dressed and ready

Got to the appointment
What would she say that day
Then my worst fear came to life

I sat in the emergency room
Waited to talk to nurses
I didn’t see the point in lying

I’m then in an ambulance
Getting transferred to a facility
I was terrified of what would happen

I arrived and it was very quiet
Was it because my mind was so loud?
I expected screaming and yelling, like the television shows

It was completely different
Friendly people, humble people
They showed me what strength is

I stayed for five days
Those five days were different than anything I’ve experienced
It taught me a lot

Showed me that it won’t go away
That I have to learn to manage it
That I have to take accountability

My only regret about this whole thing
That I wish I would have gone sooner
I still struggle but is a little easier

Just have to go day by day
Alexis karpouzos Oct 2018
''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We're afraid''.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We will fall''.

''Come to the edge''.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
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