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Spencer Clayton Jun 2019
Im not alone when im sleeping,even though I'm alone when I'm sleeping,
all alone encased in these four walls, the light won't seep in,
it's a deep thing at the root of my soul & the base of my mind a happy place I  can't find,
Misunderstood **** up, a bitter disappointment to my dad,the man that has done so much,
and yet I've done so little,I feel so little,
Even though the opposite is my biggest prison, with the smallest cage, trapped in my own head, a soup of self loathing & disposing of any real feeling,
Feel distant,all alone in my head,forever distant all alone in my bed,
Can’t escape my head,always something to be said,yet I don’t listen,
a shining star,but barely glisten,
On my ones all the time even with company, negative thoughts are there constantly jumping me,
Confronting me,Dumping me further into this abyss of despair, literally losing my hair, and my last care all in one fell swoop,
The beautiful struggle, life’s constant loop,
I’m more confused than a one sided Rubik's cube,
A spaghetti junction of disfunction,
The assumption everything’s ok, that all is well,
It’s a dark place locked in this cell, my cranium the cage, for my passion, thrashing against the bars,
Yet hidden like my scars,
The assumption everything’s ok, that all is cool,
It’s a very different story inside these four walls.
My feelings
Emma Jun 2019
Prisms of a heart
Shatters of mind and soul and
Lessons for a hurt brain
And yet again I make a poem about a topic I’ve never experienced lol. This was gonna be in some fanfic but I changed the story... I found the poem good enough to put here.
Michael H Jun 2019
Forever blue
With happiness too
A rushing firmament
Upon our natures

Severing the real-ness
Of our every drink or soda;
Our mistrust and laziness
Sorting the true yearnings

For we can do better
By an electric storm
Of our brain
Overseeing all
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Andrew Rueter Jun 2019
I'm sad and I don't know why
Could it be that I steal and lie?
I say it's what I do to get by
While I still think I'm right
So I still need an explanation
For this depression's duration
I give my mind placation
With useless information
Which gives me frustration
While I yearn for elation

I put the focus on my brain chemistry
So people won't think less of me
For not living blessedly
From the lessons seen
That I ignored indeed
Like my aborted dreams
That were thwarted into steam
Once I found my neurological stream
Could take the blame for all that I've been

I have low serotonin
I have low dopamine
I feel the power of Odin
Choking me
And I can't see
Through the freeze
Of countless needs
That are unwatered seeds

I'm depressed
I'm bipolar
I regress
Into disorders
I use to put up borders
Or beg for quarters

A new age way
Of shirking my responsibility
I am my brain
I must own the emotions filling me
If I want to escape depression willingly
I must face it head-on until I'm free
But I don't follow those who lead
So I continue to be
Depressing

I ignore finding purpose
Or answering a calling
My only searches
Are for pills falling
Off the doctor's dolly

What's in my mental
Makes me special
But I'm disheveled
So I befriend the devil
On this lonely level
Where I solemnly settle

I think other people are lying
About how much they're crying
Because they seem like they're trying
While all I'm doing is sighing
At their pain I'm denying

The more people diagnosed with depression
The less of an individual it makes me
So I rationalize they haven't learned a lesson
And lives I'd love to be trading
Because all I'm doing is skating
While giving others' lives ratings
Comparing them to my rabies
I'm melodramatically exacerbating

Other people transform
I stick to the norm
Convinced I'm deformed
Not from the storm
But from when I was born

I want your sympathy
Not your help
Any advice you give to me
I'll put on the shelf
Sarcastically saying "Thanks I'm cured"
Because I think my negativity is truer
Than anything newer
Like your positivity
I rebuffed unwittingly
Because I'm miserable
And can't handle the truth
So it hurts so visceral
When you call me uncouth
But I'm not a sleuth
So I blame it all on youth
And the rest of your troops
Separated from my toxic loop

So I isolate myself
And get depressed even more
I blame my mental health
As I fall short of the shore
With opportunities galore
Yet all I can do is snore
And think of who I was before
Modern psychology implored
A brain chemistry war
jas May 2019
butterflies in my stomach
or is it just nerves
I feel all too much
to feel such a bug
with wings that could soar
I could never

a few moments being in your presence
cause me to overthink every situation
hundreds down the road of my brain
catch a breathe just to keep from going insane

these emotions are dangerous
never would I recommended
it's unraveling thinking about you


do you feel the same?
is this all a misconstrue?
a dream? or living humility

a symbol of butterflies creeps into my soul
don't understand if this is good or bad
time will tell
half glass or full

or maybe the glass is crushed..
having a crush. idk.
there is no new, only renewal:
the space between brain and mind

the harder shell a skulking humanizing container,
the neuronic heart cells,
brain stem and heart bloodstream
scented/stented,
deny the newness of no new claim

the tower of ourselves built on the babble
of old images and read readings,
songs in seconds recognized by just the first two notes,
the point is this when do you become a grownup,
when new is but renewal, with a hint, a pinch,
of a new insight maybe recognized

now, how will you know me new when your eyes
search the iron bank cellar, where,
by voice deep, by fuzzy photographs, what tissues will connect
when the new sight knows me from too many old poems/songs?

!when the babies gather round for lifting up, sky scratching,
when the old man grand father, carries three upon his back,
a nonpareil horsey ride,
when the doorbell rings
I’m older than now, you’ll say,
read your wild mercury back pages,
taking the grays of our mutually curly
Medusa locks as a renewal gift offering
that will someday
match mine!
for any greek god or goddess you may happen to know
Hannah May 2019
I walked all alone
a small city
sometimes
it dialects into
three districts
other times
I am lost
like a baby born
who has been put to live
they say we have free will
I laugh
with misery in me
my heart pounding
and I question why
I was born at all
I spent my lifetime
reading,
books are gentle friends
it is a give and take game
you isolate hours
and fall
with no consent
into another brain
whether it is dead or alive
you fall
you say you do not care
but you read and read
you feel less lonely
even though, you spend
your nights in your room
candles lit, your demons
are awake and they
are next to you
haunting you
3 AM and you are
still holding that book
wondering if you have
ever really existed
do or do not
right and wrong
does it matter?
you fly from your
third dimension
and throw yourself
in Andromeda
loneliness is eating
your insides
they think you are insane
but you are too woke
to stop nourishing your
brain, with whatever seems
boring and useless to the
majority.
But we are the minority,
we see the world the way it is.
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