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Talia Tims Jan 2015
Snap an elastic
Snap a rubber band
Taking deep breaths
Counting to ten with deep breaths
Draw a picture
Draw a flower
Call someone
Call your friend
Tell yourself you're beautiful
Tell yourself you're worth it
Go for a walk
Go for a run
Make a house of cards
Play cards
Find things you're grateful for
Find things to smile about
Video chat someone
Video chat an old friend
Squeeze a ball
Throw a ball
Scream at the top of your lungs
Scream and cry
Punch a pillow
Punch two pillows
Paint your nails
Paint a picture
Hug someone special
Hug your mom
Smile as hard as you can
Smile at the little things in life
Play with your dog
Play with your cat
Listen to music
Listen to an old record
Organize
Organize your feelings
Take a nap
Take a nap but wake up
Stay
Stay alive
Reflect
Reflect with yourself
Cut your hair
Cut paper
45 Bake brownies
Bake cupcakes for your friends
Cope
Stay
Promise you'll stay
Promise you'll cope
Eh, an old poem I wrote. Just was rummaging through files on pages, and found this blitz poem I made for a class.
Adrianna Aarons Dec 2014
Lord knows
I've fallen into the rusty hidden comfort
of too many mens' arms.

I've found all  the wrong ways of coping,
so what're the right ones?
Aesthete Flower Dec 2014
And I can't cope.
My head is a mess.
There is no hope.
I'm feeling less and less.
My body is going numb now.
My feet slipping from the ledge.
I close my eyes and take a breath.
Count softly to ten.
Clear my head of all wishes for death.
*Then repeat the cycle all over again.
Tristan Dec 2014
Weights surround
Falling sideways, never down

Thoughts drawn to the arm
Get out, find friends, no more scars

Walking, leave the body and see
Don't want to stay anymore, be

One more day, make it one more
Time stands still, a second an hour

In apathy, we hope... no.
Goodbye. Can't cope.
Steele Nov 2014
Whisper fierce and hungry, say you'll forever stay my angry muse.
Bite my lip and and scream my name, make your voice my claim to fame.
He offered you such cruel disdain, so come to me. I'll ease the pain.
Shower me with your abuse. A broken heart's a good excuse.

He caged your beast, now set it loose.
Forget the past, what's left to miss?
Take me with you; Let us fuse; rest his name in your tattoos.
Shower me with your abuse. Say you'll stay my angry muse.
Rebound with me in one night's bliss;
His heart is something you can't have,
but my body's here for you to use.
What are friends for?
sun stars moons Oct 2014
I can't fathom what it would be like
to loose someone to death.

it's such an inconceivable concept if you've
never experienced it.

and yet, so incredibly real and heart-wrenching
for those who have.

i can't imagine missing you and never being able
to satisfy the urge.

it's like an itch you'll never scratch or a breath you'll never
exhale.

how do people cope with a never ending burn?
i can only imagine.
Kagey Sage Sep 2014
Can’t you understand my dual soul
the eternity verses fleeting?
Why a shy kid reads, makes art in his room
in between traumatizing social crises
Like 8 years old at the steakhouse chain
my parents made me order my own food
But when he’s 19 he drives all around drinking
with no time in between to sit and ponder existence
Now, I’m back in my room silent on my bed  
long returned from those shady social tasks most dangerous
The 5-day-a-week mood still pulsating through me
It’s the sitting and thinking
alone with my thoughts  - no distractions
I decay my inner being
by analyzing what I already felt once
O my, what could I do for
a peaceful mind growth stunt?
Perform and forget
the challenge of a refuse-to-settle adult
lX0st Sep 2014
Sad excuse of a man
Only yourself to blame
For a life filled with nothing
And a mouthful of shame.
And I hope you rot in endless pain.
Kagey Sage Sep 2014
"The World's dying"
"But she'll **** us before we bleach the last blades of grass"
"I miss her tonight"
"Maybe she misses you, and if not, it was never right"
"I don't know whether to be sad for Her or for the World"

"Mourn both, and bask in the lonely rays of a Sun whose
a billion years old
and who'll seem young when you're dead, when she's got years left
Bask in the glory of formless gods
the ideology of 'who-knows-what'
Find a mindset where
even the Sun's death is trivial
amid cosmic events."
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