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Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
And
That smile
Is alternate medicine

Still wonder!
Why every textbook
Missed to mention
Genre: Almost Romantic
Theme: Healing
Author's Note: And sometimes, without being a medical professional, without any degree, without any registration, someone has a healing divinity. You will be healed in a right way, and that is beautiful. Have you ever vibe that?
Ikaros Nov 2019
there’s a scream stuck in my throat
lives behind the picket fence
of my gritted teeth

(I’ve always breathed through it
drowned ever since)
and the scream

like a poltergeist
destroys everything that haunts it that it haunts
it’s waiting to take over

like the monster from my nightmares
(kills me in our yard the dark empty living room
the roadsides that forest nearby
it greets me in the kindergarten too
and nobody else hides)

bares its maw burning abysmal

(not with rage but with
the heavy unease of a barrage falling on the lowest piano keys
the sharpest alarm
of plates and glasses and voices shattering flying far)

hurts
hurts and screams the wolf

like a child
(a difficult one no way around it yet
“look the potential leaks with every page read song stuttered
perfectly mirrors two portraits in one downfall and isn’t it
a ******* funny anecdote
how this is going to end us all”

but don’t you cry regret crawl
nothing not this not ever even Nobody’s fault
sum of its worst parts and a bit more
core overflowing dry)

shrieks screeches chokes on tears
louder than fear it grows shriller as you near
screams

(I forgot the reason
my name if you ever gave such
but our anger
our anger is all we have left so it is ours and it is us)

stops barely to breathe
never to swim always to fall
as there’s too much and too little to feel to get out to calm

(asleep I rush in the invisible tar
stay still yet still run as to stay still there is to lose it all
myself the war the last trench rot
soft pedal stuck down on my curses my calls of help
but to stop is as good as to not
so in a dusty ball under the bed I run with my tears and I yelp)

never to surrender
or surrenders only when
there’s no door to hit with its jagged little fists

(became an enemy territory when the barricade
made of this small shivering stubborn bag of bones
a desk and my red plastic armchair
gave way in
caved)

no trusty dear book to tear to bits
(as all suddenly lie scattered sad and judging broken apart
who could’ve done them so wrong I used to bawl
though I knew just a sob ago
I chose every and each one to maul)

when every bark every breath of energy has drained out
and its vocal cords break too hard
only then
can it sink back
shrink itself to fit my raw rickety heart

but the scream
the scream has my lungs guts and arms
firm grip
no mind all harm

still dreams of dread with open eyes
eats the sheep hogs my blanket
feeds on restless sleep
falls off the cliff to return like a villain dies
Sitting on the ledge,
Admiring the view.
From the thirteenth floor,
Where everything seems so miniscule.

Breathe in and out,
Take in the sights.
The wind blowing,
I might just take flight. . .
Trevor Dowe Nov 2019
There's a darkness that dwells within me, like all of us, except mine revels in finding the subtle ways to ****** me into its way of thinking.
Trapping me like an insect in amber in patterns of self loathing and despair.
It comes upon me slowly, seeing in through the cracks in my facade that I present to the Grand Masquerade we call society, some days. Others it strikes like lightning from a clear, cloudless sky.
But, no matter how it comes to me it is always devastating, not in the least because the words are sharp and pry my soul apart, nor because I shut the world out and try to protect myself and the world from my darkness, but because I always open the door when it knocks. I can't help it, it feels like home and I hate it. The comforting despair-- it's a lie and a mockery as are the pace and respite it brings.
Even knowing all of this, I still shut myself out, withdraw and isolate because I believe I'm not good enough.
And in some ways, it's right. The crux is, I know some things I enjoy are wrong and terrible, but I can no more change them than I can ***** out the stars. I still try to be better, every day, I try to be a light in the darkness, but in days like today I'm naught but the last vestiges of a dying fire, just a few embers glowing dimly covered in hot ash waiting for more fuel to burn or the final wisps of smoke as the fire within me dies.
I woke up this morning, with a general dread and despair that I could not and cannot shake. I was hoping to find a catharsis in this piece, but all I found were still open wounds and no answers.
babie Nov 2019
i can finally tell her
she will know i'm happy
but i can't forget
the things that hurt me
i must tell her
i don't want to
what if she worries
what if she tells someone
confidentiality,
right?
...right?
Jenny Moran Nov 2019
I haven't showered in four days
what's the point if I just get ***** again?

I haven't eaten a healthy meal in weeks
what's the point if the weight piles on anyway?

I haven't smiled in three months
that's when I stopped loving me.
Jay M Nov 2019
Reprimanded by blood
Such words stung like a blade
Embedded in my mind
Tearing me to pieces
Falling away
To a great depths

Desiring so badly
To take a sip
Of the escaping nectar
Alas
Having vowed to never do so again
Not doing so in reality
But in my mind
To be drunk in my mind
Sharing such desires to a trusted one
Speech of this thing
Terrible for doing so

What a way to live
Allowing myself to imagine such
Become so monstrous
To a point
Where I am able to sink so low
To return to zero
No longer behind a mask
Yet still in part

Internally
Crying out rivers
Seas of emotion so strong
The power of a tempest
Rocking me
Tossing me
Between the waves
Relentlessly
Unforgiving

Aching in my chest
Somewhere in my center
A placed called the heart
I presume

Consuming me
Is this pain
Threatening to control
Command
Yet
Here I am
Ordering myself
Fighting against this
This demon and the rest of them
In my head
Barely able to survive

- Jay M
November 10th, 2019
In my 5th month sober, but it's a hell of a lot harder than I thought...
I'm so tempted...but I resist. Life makes me tempted. **** family...
All I have is my friends and my love...and only some of my friends at that.
Someone betrayed me...not sure who. Doesn't matter. Just have to keep sober. Keep sober.
amelia Nov 2019
they are like constellations of stars
flung across the infinity of my cheeks.

they are like suns and moons
my face is the cosmos.

my face is a blank canvas
and they are the paints.

my face is the water
and they are the ripples that run through it.

my skin is my own
and they are there.
even when i don't want them to be
they will be.

just like everything else, normal.
i've struggled with bad skin for a long time, and have slowly come to realise that no matter how well i eat, how much sleep i get, how much i wash my face or how much i exercise, its a factor of my life and i just have to accept it! having acne doesn't make you ugly, its a part of you that you have to learn to accept, because if you fight something it will just get worse.
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