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eliana 1h
The feelings that come up when we lose someone are
numb
disbelief, shock,
All of this is normal.
The reaction to death happens in zigzag ways
surprising us with levels of intesity
for a longer period than we thought possible
we have to trust that all that is happening is part of the healing
Mourning is a signature experience, unique to each person-- and at each loss-- in form, duration, and impact.
We may experience tears
Feel sadness that someone is gone
Angry that he or she was taken from us.
We are afraid of the emptiness we will feel now.
i did a blackout poem for school in  4th grade and i found it and i wanted to share it.  everyone thought i was so deep when i wrote it and called it dark and blah blah but i was just way ahead of them lol, anyways hope u enjoy
Etherwise Jan 4
A
name
is
selected for her,
but felt,
deep down,
like
only
familiar chains.
Originally a blackout poem, so the tenses are flawed.
Etherwise Jan 3
She sat
in a little ball,
still and white,
with big eyes.
With a kiss,
the boy leaves
through the
window;
out there is
a shadow
waiting for
Annie
to sleep.

A monster.
Originally a blackout poem.
Etherwise Jan 2
Feeling
was far worse
when
it was all locked up.
In life
I think
one should
be
proud to
feel
an awful lot.
Originally a blackout poem.
Megan Parson Jul 2023
We were drunk
He choked me
We couldn't remember
I stayed

I loved
He left
I remembered
I was silent
He would've died
From the guilt

I blocked him
He's my ex
I've forgiven
Not forgotten

I remember,
But I cry
no longer.
From an ominous night in April. When you realise the one you loved the most, was always the villian ©️ Megan Parson 2023
writing in fugue states
distress, take me
and give me dizziness
only to see black
what mistake
made me so
today, was too late
that i should have noticed before

the body falters
Madeline Jolene Feb 2021
5.
growing up smart
you don’t realize how much you aren’t
until you’re blacked out
at 2pm
after not sleeping for three days
drowning in jumbled words
and desperately trying not to disappoint

m.j.n.
Samantha Renee Jan 2020
believe me

I listen
        
                    I do

                             I

just

                     could not
                
                 get     free

       I

cannot escape
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