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val Apr 2018
I love reading because it makes my mind pacify at list for an hour
It leaves darkness
and goes to a more peaceful place where nothing is really affecting me
I haven’t read for a long time now and that’s cause my mind can’t leave this dark state
and it’s sofocating
I don’t have the escape I used to
and now
what do I have to do to feel what reading made me feel
julianna Apr 2018
I am a comprehensive manual,
But I'm written in braille.
They open me and soon realize
that they don't really care.
I cannot speak their language,
Communicate my thought
So every day that passes,
they just watch me fall apart.
If you love me, please put in the effort to learn my "language". I have trouble communicating because of my anxiety and it has really affected me. I know I don't make sense at times, but I need you to keep trying. (may edit)
Madeleine Apr 2018
My life
a puzzle
a boarder forms
piece by piece
my insides are made
each piece so unique
the boarder,
my looks,
the insides,
my personality and emotions
each piece
with intricate details
telling a story
of my life
each new puzzle
a panorama forms from
age to age
chapter to book
each piece unknown
till connected to another
some 2D
with choices yet to make
before becoming solid
making it permanent
piece by piece
my life revealed
Nade V Apr 2018
As a missing hat or an
Empty plate there is
Always musts such as the wine of
The heart after her.

As one follows two and as
I count down to the moments that
I am no longer blind
I realize that I am speaking with my hands and feeling with my chest as
The letters come together to
Spell the fate in the blue skies when
Just as I expect, the sentence is completed.
The chapter is done.
But the book is just beginning.
Jack P Apr 2018
i got lost
in the library
to think my time was wasted
or rather - borrowed
and left by the orphaned paperbacks
like the last dog remaining
at the rescue shelter.

i got stalked
in the library
to think i worried
about finding cover
when, in fact, i found thousands

and i hid behind them
skipping through
hospital wards
where the bereaved
wore glistening plot armour,
and American homes
where paternal affection
was grievously mistook
by European men
with lyrical prose

and when i emerged
found my bearings
set my feet
in the tar of reality
it did not treat me kindly

so, to the librarian:
if i disappear again
please assume i'm safe and sound
because if this is what being lost is like
i'd rather not be found.
give me the motivation to start reading again
Michael Ryan Apr 2018
Do you know

How I know

That there is no God

...

Because I prayed

for him to **** me

and yet

I still

woke up today.
I read a book for my anthropology class called "The River Between" and it instilled this idea of desperation and suffering into my thoughts.
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