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Wide Eyes Sep 2015
In a bustling bus lingered a vacuous seat.
'She's impure,' they proclaimed; indiscreet.
The poor woman wept- shedding tear after tear.
'Don't sit next to her,' they warned with a sneer.

The wide-eyed girl looked on in curious worry,
As the fierce conductor tried to make the woman scurry.
The amused passengers laughed on encouragingly
As he tugged at her bag, her hand, even her dignity.

Spurned by the hospital; in society she had no place
For she had not the money to be referred to as a 'case'.
Her sole possessions- her disease and her fright.
The doctorless patient drowned in her ceaseless plight.

Melancholia stared deep into the girl's wide eyes.
They welled with desolation as she heard the cries.
Her dream of being a doctor would soon come true,
But oh doctorless patient, what will become of you?
Based on a true story.
I didn’t feel like a case until the psych asked me all these questions
How old were you when you began to use drugs?
When did your stepfather get inappropriate with you?
How old were you?
How do you feel?
Do you ever have racing thoughts?
Do you ever talk really fast while sober?
Do you sleep through the night?
She suggested I have bipolar tendencies
I feel a room in this body
She told me I may feel more sexually frustrated
I may feel restless
I may have more impulsivities
I’m ready to go
But I’ve got these little things that I’ve been running from
I either love or hate
Tell me right now
I want to know why you’ve got me going
And now I have these racing thoughts
I guess I suffer from these little things
I want to know why you’ve got me going
Let’s take it out of here
I think I’m ready to go
I think I’m ready for it
I’m ready to go
I guess I really do race
My heart explodes and beats so fast that sometimes I don’t know what the hell to do with myself
You are taking me apart
I only shoot up with your cologne now
And here I am composing a burlesque
Ever since we met
I only shoot up with your cologne
It’s the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do
I have no regrets
So far so good
Your face reminds me of
Lucifer just before he fell
from heaven and changed
the course of humanity

        - if you believe such a thing.

Too smug to understand: the beauty
of eternity has you only
on its fringes.
Rae Harrison Aug 2015
Love- Rx
For medical and recreational purposes only
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Take once a day until you start to feel the effects. You will start to feel incredibly lovey dovey! Your love of things can range from many options: books, hobbies, places, animals, etc.
WARNING! Falling in love with a human is very dangerous. We aren't liable for any damages done whilst under the influences of love with one.
Side effects- increased heart rate, increases of body temperature, excessive laughter, stomach flutters, distorted sense of mind, possible face numbness from smiling too much, etc.
Signed, Doctor Leigh
what if you had to take love drugs just to feel it? Probably an alternate universe concept.
Clamp the red march onward!
Cut the winding trench!
Mask a visage for protection
from the visceral drench.

Light the forge in battle!
Keep the battlefield alive.
Hear the laborious drumbeat
of a heart trying to survive.

Stainless steel and knowledge
in the forge are fired
Gone are human needs -
Death is never tired.

On each second rests a lifespan.
Each minute gambles years.
A surgeon only has two hands
and no mortal fears.

The battle surges forward
as blood is forced right back
from the heart it came from;
a heart still under attack.

Even as the battle ended,
with blood, tears and sweat,
the war raged ever onward,
Death remains a threat.

Every day a battle.
Every life a war.
Against Death and the ethereal
survival is the score.
This poem was written after meeting a heart transplant survivor at the museum dedicated to the first successful heart transplant (at Groote Schuur, Cape Town)
Tee Jul 2015
Tablet dust rising

like smoke through the air

a blissful hiatus

from connection to them

moronic epitome

of ironic affairs

he should have looked up

cause hes falling again


Now the boy who cried wolf

lies awake in the night

cause he's actually scared of whats out there

the doctors he sees

cant do much to relieve

all the tension thats built up inside him




and the pills that made him cozy




made him cold
Please stop crying, takes your hands off your ears
I want to help you.
Your moans of anguish and pain hurt my soul,
I wish to help you.

I will.
I will.

I have to stay calm, motivate myself.
He is just ill,
And illnesses can be cured
And I can do this.

I can.
I can.

He's only been here for a short while
Yet he screams as if he were possessed
I offered my help, I did all I could
But found him dead in his room.

I didn't help him.
I couldn't help him.
I wish I did.
Please read my other poem "Insanity" after/before this to understand it.
Chloe-123-x Jun 2015
I have a rope downstairs
I could wring it round my neck
I have some pills by my bed
It'd be a quick and easy death

I could go and buy some duct tape
Wrap it tightly round my face
Cut off all circulation, and
Fall into death's embrace.
--
"Have you considered suicide?"
"Of course not, why would I?"
Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
You ask me
If I've considered suicide
Like I'm actually going to answer
Honestly

I mean,
What would I say?

Yeah that's all I think about
Please,
Put me on piles of medicine
So I can be crazy
As well as sad

But let me tell you
I most definitely
Have considered it

I've got the perfect tree picked out

It's got the perfect branch
For hanging yourself
There's a rope already attached

Or if you prefer,
It's easy to climb
You could always just jump

These are two options
But wait,
I've got more

There's a lake out back
It smells bad
But you could definitely still drown

Or better still,
There's a great knife in the kitchen
Really thin blade
But it's super sharp
For minimum pain
And maximum blood

Yet still,
There's more

I've got duct tape in the basement
You could make yourself suffocate

Of course,
You could use your pillow for that

There are the long ways

You could starve yourself
Sleep deprivation
Dehydration
Etcetera

So Mr.
"Psychological Doctor,"
I don't know...

Would you say I've thought about suicide?
Why do they even ask?
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