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Dustin Dean Mar 2018
Only a genuine love can slay
Euphemistic friends from afar
Though staying grounded in clouds
Is easier than it sounds
And troubling thoughts play
The man who will pay

It makes its way away
And now it stays
Vestigial moods dance
As you start to wonder
What will be her stance?
In a life that’s seasonal

You ought to be reasonable
For she cannot see
Thoughts hidden
And good intentions to be
early this year
gentle as calm ocean waters
   gently lapping along a weir
thumb and fore finger
   of right hand would peal back,

   (via diagonally flippant motion
   asper calendar
   representing progression of time)
   gets flipped over to veer
in one direction (linear)

revealing the next month at lightspeed
   vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear
thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness,
   i starkly share

male or female pattern baldness
    extant along
   Harris genealogical trunk line rare
yet divulging distress
   about limp decreasing strands
   sends shivers along spine,

   gloomy feeling linkedin
   with old fashioned meaning of queer
and perchance tis foolhardy
   as reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear

tis unstoppable inching closer toward
   as mortality gets near
youthful robustness fades
   replaced by senescence mere
   really ambling along tragicomic stream,

   one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer
loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake
   in conjunction dreams fraught
   with frightful haunting monsters jeer
ring sound reverberating hair
splitting decibel jamming cranial gear

aye tell mice elf nothing to fear...
yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere
Yukon also temporarily part
   blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.
Jessica Feb 2018
I feel you might slip away,
Like one wrong move and the ice cracks,
And there you fall, you drown,
What we have will be lost,
Goodbye us.

Am I walking on egg shells?
Or did I step onto spikes,
Only to blame you, like you did this,
Like its your fault I’m trapped
When in reality, I placed myself in danger,
Did I make up this change?

Would you care if I left?
How stupid of me, I know you would,
I know you love me, and you know I love you,
And yet, here I am,
Scared you’ll see it as more than that.

I will not lose you, I promise that,
You are my friend after all,
You’d help me pick up the pieces,
You’d help me get back on track,
So I know you’d do that for us too.

Clearly, I am all over the place…
But I guess you’re used to that,
This is just another of my rants.
Thanks for listening like always big brother,
I’m glad I have you.
I shared this with you and you called me cute, and said it made you smile. But I'm just glad you understood me.
Kyla Sargent Nov 2017
I've been living in a constant
and catastrophic mental state.
I'm trying to silence my memories.
I need to forget the emotions
That I'm forced to relive.
I've yet to eliminate
Their presence in all I do.
There isn't a single moment
That isn't embraced in nostalgia.
The lyrics in songs I'm unable to delete,
Reanimates it all.
I've used a million different words
To explain what I couldn't.
In the end, I am faced with the reality
That I can't just run.
I can't escape through objectivity and pencil lead,
This time.
All of my unspoken secrets remain,
Slowly clawing away at my sanity.
In remembering where I've been,
I'm killing myself from the inside, out.
I know,
You can't empathize or understand.
And…
I've always known this,
So, it's okay.

Nobody ever really wanted to.
Nobody ever really could.

However...

There exists a deep loneliness
that's rooted in my own deception.
I'm always fighting to be listened to.
Spent weeks painting pictures nobody saw.
I wish someone had just proved me wrong.
Which sounds odd, to anyone else.

I don't want to write
what's never gonna be read.
Why write out the details
of a story nobody wants?
I often wonder -
Even if I am finally opened and read -
Would their understanding
change my story's end?
Just, a little self reflection.
Brianna Duffin Nov 2017
Maybe I came here to die
But even if I did
What’s it to you
How could you pretend to care now
Now that you think it’s too late
So yes, maybe I came here to die
But maybe that’s none of your business.
Carlyy Sep 2017
Humor comes in a million different shades.
As mine reaches various greys and yellows,
I admit, more often an inkling than a joke,
I say, "I could die happy, right now."
This life assures me nothing good nor bad.
Blah.
Maybe the next? If any.
I won't take anything away from myself because that would mean,
I have an enemy.
And you don't run from your enemies,
You face them.
So it's safe to say,
I am here until I am not.


«c.h.b.»
It's hard to explain this one.  I am aware of suicide's toll on everyone. I am neutral, well I like to think so. I notice the many sides of why. It can be a way out but it could be a way in. No one knows what goes on in other people's minds. Suicide can be neither a sign of weakness nor a symptom of strength. Maybe it's both? I don't know but I do know it happens. I lost my friends to suicide. These people, I knew them when I was a kid. We all possessed naivety and love for life. Adventures didn't come to us, we made them. We grew up. We saw, did, & heard things. The real world ****** us in. Expectations hit hard. Lies and deceit had familiar faces. Love hurt. No one is to blame. No one at all!  I've come to terms. We all face demons. We all have our struggles. How you face them is what matters? you decide everything in your life. Don't let people get you down. You are capable of anything! Preferably good things that help you, people, maybe nature and animals. Idk but be good.
Crimsyy Jul 2017
My thoughts are misled,
you're keeping my anxiety fed,
but I'll be with you
until this war ends.

My meal has lost its flavour,
bleak and plain,
my mind's geometry is denial
as I picture blood stains

How can I forget
you begging me for a way home?
No, not just yet, I plead
I won't leave you alone

And now my temples throb
as I seek the evidence
fighting against your decadence.
I can't find the key to
unlock my sanity,
so I grab a bobby pin,
but concern plays my mind
like a howling violin.

- Crimsyy
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
Concern
is the measure of love,
"lovemeter"**
not yet invented....
Just a random thought
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