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Breakella Dec 2015
I thought I got better
I actually became worse
It seemed like this black cloud in my head was slowly starting to disappear
I finally felt ok
But the black cloud got even darker
Making me more exhausted, if that's possible
Crying
Not wanting to get up
Barely writing this
I thought I got better
Cody Haag Dec 2015
I've lost the fire that fuels my passion;
Where did it meander to?
When did writing go out of fashion,
And what do I do?

I think it's due to a
Lack of sleep,
And perhaps when days are better,
My passion I'll keep.

As of right now, my body fights
To be awake;
And I feel like my creativity
Is at stake.

In due time, things will change;
It's a rare time that it's actually
A waiting game.

Soon, life will be better.
I hope that with my all,
And then my creativity won't fail,
And my dreams won't fall.
Raquel Butler Dec 2015
Frequently I find myself unable to complete everyday tasks,
it is like my brain has made it harder to do anything,
it is like i am unable to compel myself to even get up.

It happened suddenly,
like a lightning bolt liquid and lashing,
a sand storm deadly and unexpected.

Sleep became a luxury,
Screens became a necessity,
and school became a maybe.

I would long for the days that a liquid gold would seep through my veins and give me anything, any ounce of energy to complete daily tasks.

Even as I sit writing this my body has successfully avoided clean dishes, doing laundry and completing schoolwork.

I know I need to change,
I want to change,
But I have no idea how to get out of this mental cage of misery that holds me.
idek im not even diagnose with anything (because my parents wont let me go to a Dr) but I think theres something wrong with me for real.
Ami Shae Nov 2015
unfinished
is how i feel
whenever I think of me--
it's like somehow I've forgotten
who I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes I just feel so  "Un"
xvy Nov 2015
I am tired.
Drained.
Weary.
and
Exhausted.

Please, let me sleep.
Luna
bleak darkness and its measure:
squandering the light
no definitions
no spectral haze
no inhibitions
its onerous labor is one
    with me.

live life at the edge of the fall.
holding a hand
fallibly.
live alone, love alone —
  these things pulse with strength
      in singleness, even the glances
of prying neighbors are sequestered
   reduced to sealed shut, hermetic,
      no sight or hindsight.

i'll run to where the sunlight is
   and wish for the moon, slumber
like a dead log adrift in the current.
buying myself love and selling its pleasures to defunct markets.
   trying to repair what is beyond salvation,
   trying to amalgamate what is perpetually
        scarred, sundered.

clangorous *** of metal, herding jeep
    and riotous chariots; mad men fill
the lines waiting for encumbrance,
     bardic in the streets of Marilao
hungry for something:
   give me a blank piece of paper
and i will try to reinvent the world
     with impunity and lostness.
the world gives back such awry stare
    and all imperative darkness reigns
supreme, mine are all emergencies
   as shadows are succored not,
retained in their caliginous thrones.

living alone
    yet not so much alone.
the dog outside does not bark anymore.
  the well-placed gnome of stone outside
      stares stonily across the thick space.
the nosy neighbor does not meddle
  through the rusted ocher grills.
the old moon wanes outside
   as the lift of light sways to where
there are no disappearances.
somewhere in the metropolitan there
   is a derby of fools and all mirth;
i wish myself there and curse my presence
      right then.
work does not fill me anymore,
    money does me no good. my soul
bangs the walls and slams the doors
     it threatens to leave without auguries,
and demands a new sense of necessity.

tonight, i will go out, drink at a local pub
   and crawl towards the ajar door of
  my father's car. smoke will caterwaul
the pressing scenes of the vicinities
    crumbling at the tremor of clocks;
i will open my dresser and discover
   all books dissipated, some naked
  in relished pages, others abeyant.

the curtain can fall later,
and the night too, falter evenly
widely spread across the sky.
    — all is broken.
KD Sep 2015
Well let's see
It is 6am
Did I sleep?
No I did not.

I can hear
my sister walk
towards the bathroom
at 6 o'clock.

After this
In one hour
everyone
will be up.

But at that
time I will
be fast asleep
time will stop.

While I am
in my dreams
please don't
wake me up.

Because it
never lasts
long -so it's
all I got.
Jellyfish Oct 2015
Alone*
is what I really am
not really wanted
I'll just stop existing
anyways- *I'm exhausted

tired of being used
always forgotten..
*so I guess this is goodbye..
i'm so tired of meaningless conversations with meaningless people...
i'm so tired of meaningless kisses...
i'm so tired of meaninglessness...

can't i just invest my energy in one person that really deserves it,
rather than dividing myself to temporary flings
that don't even feed my soul?
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