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Amitav Radiance Oct 2014
Take a deep breath
And close your eyes
Images comes rushing
You thought may have faded
From the memory
Yet, they now come back
Where had they been?
Hiding, when the eyes were open
Now in silence
You start reliving those events
You were a part of
Marred with sadness or
Joyous moments you cherished
Take a long breath
You are overwhelmed
With the rush of images
So profound
Yet, you were not aware
With eyes open
But they had been locked away
And closing your eyes
You looked inward
Unlocking the secret vault
It’s quite a time
When the mind goes berserk
Creating a turmoil
In the usual life of yours
A small storm
Which rocked the boat
Images are profound
It's a Tuesday morning.
Everyone's still half asleep from Monday's work.
Groggily putting the books away after everyone finishes.
Even her.

Then I awaken, realizing she's waiting for me.

My mouth starts having a seizure and suddenly I'm overthinking everything.
Is my voice too low?
Can she understand me?

Thank God it's alright as I walk up the stairs, chatting.
Not flirtatiously, but casually.

Then watching her leave, earlier than I expected to.
If only stairs were longer.
I guess the opposite of flashback is flashfront? Or brought back?
A pass in the hallway,
Talking to no one else,
Jumbling up wrdos and pounricnation,
Then willing to spend hours on the phone...
Idk felt this strong urge to finally write this about 13 hours ago but thought about it for a while.
Ricordati di me Oct 2014
Red
I told myself I recovered.
I told myself every day for a year.
I told myself to focus on the positives,
every single thing that could possibly spark some joy.
I reminded myself how alive I was every time I felt numb.
"You're stronger, better than it."

It wasn't until I was choking on sobs and finally feeling the rush that I realized what I had done.
I tried everything I could to feel alive again,
And it wasn't until I was covered in red that I did.
I believe pain is important, important to be recognized and felt. I believe it is necessary to share aloud.
This poem goes back to my time of relapse, and I have written many times about it, if not the original times.
I believe it is healthy to reflect, and appropriate to share my writings from these times.
thund3r-bird Oct 2014
blink
now you're 5 years old again
waiting for mommy to sing to you and tell you everything will be okay
after scraping your knee on the drive way while running around
until daddy comes home from wherever he is

blink
now you're 10
mommy's leaving for work and you're crying so hard
because you don't want her to leave
you're not used to being around just daddy
because he's never usually home
so you run down the stairs but the doors already closed
and her headlights are pulling out of the driveway
and down the road she goes

blink
now you're 13
mom and dad are fighting again
you close your eyes and scream into your pillow to muffle the noise
but even the whistle from the train down the road
or the whooshing in your ears that sound like waves
from not eating in three days
can't quite the fighting

blink
15
you're eyes are glazed and heavy
and the smoke pouring from your lips tastes funny but
the walls are spinning and though you never liked carnival rides
it feels like one now as you sit on an uneven stool
in your best friends garage
and inhale the burning substance that makes things funny and
helps you forget about the impending argument
that's happening at home

blink
18
white toilet bowls and shaky hands
quickly you flush down the granola you forced down
that morning
before rushing out of the door before
dads new girlfriend could say hi
walking down the hallway
of the old apartment building
the tiles start to move
and its like you smoked that strange plant again
but this time the corners of the hallway are getting dark
and it feels like you've been walking for
f o r e v e r
so you grab the wall next to you
as the floor rushes up and everything goes
*black
KAT COLE Sep 2014
I’ve never known an emotion like this.
One that makes my stomach flip.
My hair stand up.
My body turn to ice.
One that turns my mind to mush.
The constant static in my thoughts disappears and silence over whelms my being.
I can feel my stomach crawling up my chest and into my throat.
My planted feet become so weak as i try and grip so tightly on reality.
“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.” i keep chanting to myself, trying to find some glimpse of victory over this crippling impression.
Aquinas Sep 2014
Your ligaments are stones sliding through mine
The rocky embrace kills me every time
We touch
And hug
You sneak away with your lies
              
Blood runs through your veins like an IV rung
Constantly pumped but you never seem to run
Short of degrading me
Shaming me
For the words I never strung
20something Jul 2014
I feel like I just walked away from a battle,
broken and bruised,
every inch of me aches and throbs,
and I've got nothing left to lose

You stole my dignity,
and shattered my trust,
You trampled my ego,
left my hope lying in the dust.

I should have known it was coming,
you've never fought fair.
You've always been sneaky
because you just didn't care

Look at me now;
I can barely face what I've become
because that girl looks like she's defeated
and I refuse to accept that you've won.
Ruthie Jun 2014
I'm going crazy
Sleepless since the night you betrayed me
Like a movie in my mind it keeps playing

It's too late the damage is done
Leave me up half the night like a re run
I think in going insane
And my heart is breaking

I've got you stuck on replay..
You're stuck on replay..
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