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AE Jan 2021
How does your desire to heal foreign wounds
translate into open skies
of flaming reds and solemn blues
ready to soak up all the rain
that drizzles on the frontlines
you’ve carved along the horizon
of pain still unspoken for

and you do everything to make it yours
Lost Property Jan 2021
Mum says “light a candle, burn some incense”
but mum my inner sense is the only thing stopping me from burning myself to the ground because I can’t stand the light anymore.

Nan says “your'e too bright to be depressed”
but the bright sparks that flicker of a memory that is dark, and the flame only reminds me that everybody I love is someday gonna die.
But mum..... nan...... i’m not afraid of the dark, that’s the problem.

It’s hard to have fun when i don't feel like having fun.
Don’t get me wrong it’s not that i don’t want to go to the party,
I WANT to go to the party,
but i’m stuck in an abusive relationship with depression and anxiety and they talk me out of going.
Cancel plans last minute, making up a physical illness,
because "sorry I'm too depressed to see u" sounds utterly ridiculous.
Jay M Jan 2021
Their song
Tells of ages great and long
Warriors found and forged
Along the beaten path
Souls deeply bound
Great foes emerged
Faced with mighty wrath

Drinks all shared
Stories of deeds dared
Battles to the very brinks
Of what sanity each knows
Upon steeds of white they rode
Bringing but death and remaining humanity
No matter how ill the journey may indeed bode

Not every battle
Was fought riding in the saddle
With sharpest sword or strongest ax
Nor concealed dagger or fearsome fist
But in walls of roaring metal
With sharpest words and strongest facts
Concealed stagger and fearsome twist
Leaving wounds to bleed
Perhaps more than a visible ****
Fuel to deed great or foul
Perhaps to lash and scowl
To yearn and to feel
To learn and to heal

- Jay M
January 21st, 2021
Like battles of fantasy, but not quite.
Orategile Jan 2021
Words are food to the mind

For the mind to be obese it has to be the gory food it eats

Wonder why it can be heavy sometimes?

Fats are big molecules that has little role to health but a huge one to death

Death of the mind, body and soul

Your mind eats more than your physical body

Because it absorbs every second of the day

And unlike the body, it produces its own type of food depending on what it has been fed

Toxic words are like fatty foods, the difference is they are not tasty

They are like cancer

One moment you think you got rid of them then they come back ten times harder, unaware

Unfortunately no chemotherapy is there to help reduce, but you

Altering your mind is your first remedy

Is it comfortable? No

Is it easy? No

Is it nice? No

Why?

The mind has spent most of its time generating what it has been accustomed to its daily feeds

The belief that it's human nature to believe the bad about yourself more than the good has got to be an absurd one in history

You believe more about yourself what your mind eats the most

When you surround yourself with someone who utters nothing but toxicity, you will most definitely believe that

One thing about that, it scars your mind

Your mind will constantly believe nothing but toxicity, and that's the fatty foods

Until it becomes obese and heavy for your heart.

Obesity of the body brings along its other friends

Obesity of the mind has its friends too, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, self hate, you can name more are the most known

The moment you are in the state everything about your body shuts down

When you look back, it only started with just one toxic word either from your loved ones or yourself

Messy poem? that's what healing is.



O.P Aphane
Nicoline Fougner Jan 2021
The trees are my lungs
The wilderness is my heart
The waves are my song
The beauty is my art

The storms are my anger
The rain is my pain
The mountains are my anchor
The rivers are my veins

The climate is my fight
The roots are my feet
The sun is my sight
The moon is my sleep

The wind is my power
The fire is my fear
Humans are my disaster
So, let me make myself clear

Stop using me as your credit card,
My resources are running out
You are the reason for my scars
I thunder – can’t you hear me shout?

My heart is the wilderness
But there isn’t much left of it
Like a failed romance, I feel weakness
You have made my heart split

I can’t breathe, I can’t cry
I roar with thunder and I spit fire
I am sick, I don’t want to die
Rewild my heart and I’ll be stronger
Sidharth Suraj Jan 2021
It was definitely worth a try to let my heart go astray,
just so it could know how far it can venture.
It is a different emotion that it came back ragged and bruised,
what is more beautiful is the scars it carries now they glow in this darkness,
almost like stars illuminating my lonliest nights.
It ventured through storms and draughts went all the way and jumped off the edge of love, betrayal, promises and hope.
What came back was
a shattered piece
smiling through the cracks.
After all the bloodshed of
its dying laughter and unknown disaster,
It was definitely worth a try.
"The scars heal in shapes of roses with no thorns"
"Falling in love"
irony of this expression is pure genius.
It dawned on me today to

write about hope

write about light

becoming pretty every day

from inside

filling yourself up with you

because baby, only you can save yourself

free yourself from the cage in your mind

you trapped yourself in

being resilient

all accepting

embracing and gently maneuvering through it all

You wouldn’t know unless you strive

For the other side of the horizon

You have definitely not seen it

None of them have

Jolt your comfort

Speak of what drives you crazy

Ascertain

Answer

Though risk persists in every move

Uncertainties are certain

But it’s to the hope

It’s to the dreams to keep living for

Breaking all the barriers

The chains

The inhibition

The fear
Looking forward
Brandon Dec 2020
He holds a different, yet familiar beauty
Free of thought but full of intention
Melody and harmony dance to his voice
Powerful tenderness held in his eyes,
With gentle strength in his hands
All leaving me silent, in awe
LannaEvolved Dec 2020
I continued to ask myself:
How do I trust a word?
I’m going out of my mind
This can’t be right

As you spoke in snake tongues gone rogue
There was nothing for you here except my sterile wit and huge imagination

Leading, draining, careful precision like
the stairway to heaven
I was consciously moving choosing creating my future
Playing chess with my emotions
Were yours even human?
Stale bread is the answer


I loved and so I became the greatest to build
I am. Because I trusted Him. When I chose to become an understanding of those learned moments of momentary promise
Severed bliss; Nothingness (emptied)
I Never lost reflection

So just leave me the pail
Water dripping over my skin
I am gratified
There is no longing for longevity anymore
There is only me now
Lacquered with the Spirit of enlightened authenticity

Infused with a Spirit that has woken me up!

For what is spiritual peace but a moment in time that feels so ripe and right with goodness and a kind of high (ness) Power to become One with
The threshold runs deep you see

And so does the knowledge
of limitless humility
with a gratuity of acute consciousness  
Awareness is Power
And I am free
To finally live. I am alive and well
Yes
I am.
Consciousness was the biggest lesson I’ve learned throughout this year and a half long experience. I also learned to expand the love I had kept inside for myself which is the most important thing I could have done, and a bit of humor of course. In all brutal honesty, as a woman, when you go through these challenges in any relationship especially with men who have been harmed either physically or emotionally abused which if not most if not always present itself to you in the form of a deeply hurt and neglected individual with a trauma background, you want to identity that immediately through using your intuition and reaching out to a loved one, a mentor, someone you trust, a coach, a therapist, or a good friend who supports your wellness and mental health. Writing this piece and thinking back to who I once projected myself to be as I was going through this challenging time, enabled me to bring out my courage and my self love and respect and even my faith and gratitude in a deeper more meaningful way. Through writing I develop my faith in those who I do want to surround myself with and who want to enhance my life rather than unintentionally or intentionally entangle it in their pain. We all have a story to tell. We must believe we are greater for it. I am greater for it. Say it to yourself. I am. I am one with love. I am powerful beyond measure. I am amazing. I am grateful. I am the best for myself and for who believes the same in me and shows it. Remember that. One must speak to it as they show you the worth that you show yourself each day in all you do.
Jaxey Dec 2020
sometimes
hearing
that someone else
is broken
heals us
and that's just
sad
messed up **** right there
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