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Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
Cold hands, warm heart means
I have an instant ice pack
Wherever I go

I don't mind the rain
Sixty degrees and misty
Is perfect weather

People know about
Corned beef and Guinness, but not
The lamb stews and tea

Long walks are the best
Both medieval city streets
And grassy green hills

And I know that there
Is a definite difference
In types of tubers
Irish potatoes are floury, whereas American potatoes are waxy.
Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
Thirty percent, that's
The number of high schoolers
Who are depressive

Not to mention those
With eating disorders, who
Are too pushed aside

With anxiety,
Where teens are told to "calm down",
It doesn't look good

Add some drugs in there
Underage drinking, smoking
Pills and shooting up

Add it all up, and
At least half of the school is
Batshit insane now

I'm starting to think
That we might need to rethink
How we treat students

Because when most of
A group has mental problems
When most students would

Rather cut themselves
Rather get high or wasted
Rather starve themselves

Rather hide their fear
Rather sneak out and run off
Rather **** themselves

Than go to a school
Than maybe the school is part
of the bigger cause

When a system makes
Most of its users insane
Its shut down like that

But when schools do it
We don't bat an eye, and we
Don't even change it

But maybe its time
That we fix the cause of this
And change our high schools
Brienna Parsons Aug 2016
Cultivating right
Speech, like weeding one's garden:
One has ***** hands.
Originally Written and Shared via Instagram (@briezymelodie): 08/26/2016.
jade Jun 2016
crumbling sand castle
weak walls swept away by tide
build yourself back up

again and again
oh, sempiternal cycle
just let me crumble

tide water rises
ocean blue, suffocate me
can't keep the walls up
Breeze-Mist Jun 2016
The ink on my palms
Realistic dripping cuts
But in blue and black

Instead of red blood
Art, poetry, and music
Flow in my mind's eye
Did some random doodles on myself before a test, and I don't want to forget them. So I'm writing a poem so that they'll stay after they wash off.
Anthony Arnieri May 2016
Dust was covering
The faded picture of you
That sits on my desk.

Streaking across my
Face, the sun is setting now
But we'll stay awake.

Books are stacked neatly
Upon your wooden shelves.
One day they will be read.

Tonight though, we just
Stay up and talk for hours.
Diving deep into
Our own minds
The bi ****** polar bear felt shock when diagnosed bi-polar

I love Trees, never narcissistis they always let me talk about me

I am bad with Greek mythology it is my Achilles elbow

I can't say that I'm not a racist
I indulge in misanthropy
Just for fun ;)
Ann M Johnson May 2016
( Feat Syd Rivers)
    (Feat Gwen Johnson)

Blast of bright flames
glowing in the horizon,
igniting the trees

A prayer to God
releasing celestial drops,
water saves the land.

Blowing is the wind
carrying seeds of new life
gently caressing

Today’s barren tree
tomorrow’s fruitful harvest
live expectantly.
It was such a pleasure to work as a part of a trio on this Poetry collaboration of Haikus with both Syd Rivers and Gwen Johnson who are both talented writers and great people too! Thank you, so much for working with me and for challenging me to work on something new to me the Haikus. It was so much fun! :)
chilled sheets touch white skin
inner turmoil leaks out
staining cold with fear

washing machines can't
remove the stains of the past
but they can sure try

stains tell the story
of each person's midnight horrors
who says where stains lie?

splattered across sheets
are the stains of my nightmares
strange; they look like tears

who am I kidding?
one night I will cry non-stop
and it will be good

tonight's are good tears
I am so happy to weep
they don't look like stains

my sheets are pretty
scattered patterns lie
they are beautiful

no more stains for me
I see them as beauty marks
on my sleep canvas
this is not about denial; it's about overcoming the stigma of mental illness and convincing yourself that you can get better if you want to. It's deciding that mental illness is a part of you, but doesn't define you.
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