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What happens when there's too  much?
Too much for your mind to handle?
It's all a mess up there,
Everything running faster than they should...

And you, yes you...
Trying to grip the handholds of the slick walls...
Of the well that is your mind...
Of your very consciousness.

Falling, drowning in your overpowering,
Overwhelming,
Irrepressible
Abstractness of your own human mind....

I'll tell you what happens....

*Art
Ashlea Mar 2017
I am a flower.
Hard to handle
At times
Because of my thorns.
However, I am strong,
I can grow, and
I’m beautiful
Rae Jan 2017
day by day
i lose myself more
to the other half of me
beckoning at the door

every day i step over
the threshold of my life
into curiosity
beyond fright

sadness makes us curious
fright makes us careful
the night makes us see
the different people we cannot be

forty days and forty nights of rain
that's what happened in the Bible days
but its been months of pain
how many more
before
the sun breaks through the haze?

i am gone
i am gone
i am gone
i am gone
i dont know how to help you from a distance. please stop killing yourself.
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
You have healed my broken heart,
With your kindness, we're now apart,
Handle women with care, my dears,
Fragile feelings, don't hurt women, cheers!
Feedback welcome.
Haych Apr 2016
She looked left, she saw pain
She looked right, she saw struggling
She looked ahead, she saw tests
She looked behind her, she saw heartbreak
She looked up, she saw illusions and deception
She looked down, she saw cracks in the pavement
she felt very much like the pavement
Walked on. Ignored. Deadly Silent.
People called her 'pretty',
But she was so much more than just a 'face'.
She was skin deep, filled. With intricate delicate details.
Nikita Jun 2015
I dont know if i can do this
Which is selfish
I mean
I have everything most people could want
A house
Friends
Family
Food
A bed

But even with all this
I just feel numb
Like my chest is caving in
And I cant breathe
All the time
I feel myself slipping away
All the time

But noone seems to notice unless I tell them
Yes I want attention
But only because I feel so trapped

I want help
Not ******* sympathy.
Eleanor Rigby Jun 2015
I am icy cold
Because nobody handles
My liquid state.


F.Z.**N
Duke Thompson Dec 2014
from the precipice there i sat i stared
at all the earth's  truths laid bare
laid bare there the naked truth
no beautiful siren of delphi
no open **** no wound

no one to tell you where to put it
or pare down complicated lies
like train bar cars in
cold swiss mountain
moonlight

falling off the stool forgetting now where
'near zurich'  (bar car bartender)
'perhaps  sir has had enough'
tell 'got a good handle on it'
handle being 60 ounces
fade to blackout
80 proof
****
Rockie Nov 2014
Party for One;
Yes that's right;
One, not two;
Not even three!
You heard me,
Party for One,
People are a ton
To handle
In groups
All claustrophobic
And bustling
And so,
This is it,
Party for One.
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