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Zywa Jul 2021
People become sick

of their discontent, too scared --


of changing their lives.
“Et Dukkehjem” (“A Doll's House)”/“Nora, 1879, Henrik Ibsen)

Collection "VacantVoid"
When I was waist high,
Freckles are angels kisses,
And bedtime seemed a comeuppance
Years old,
I used to wish to grow up in effort to shed my
Child's problems.
Now that the years have raced past,
I've grown into an adult's body
Along with adult problems,
And I wish I hadn't pleaded with the fates
To hurry it onward so.
Caitlyn Emilie Jun 2021
I don’t recognize myself anymore, I’m like a stranger in unfamiliar skin.

My aura has changed and I feel quite scary, like I was replaced with someone new.

I gave all of myself to people who didn’t deserve it.

I’m there for people who don’t deserve it.

I’d find a way to climb up into the sky to grab the stars if they asked.

I climbed into the sky and grabbed the moon when they asked.

I did and did and did.

I do and do and do.

I gave the best parts of myself to people who hurt me.

I give all the parts of myself to people who hurt me.

I don’t recognize myself anymore, I’m like a stranger in unfamiliar skin.

I’m sad and I can’t feel the sad because I am numb.

I gave and gave and gave and now I am a shell.

A hollow shell in the sand that keeps getting tossed back and forth by the waves.  

Maybe one day I’ll learn.

Maybe things will change.

Maybe they won’t.

Maybe I just like the pain.
grave May 2021
there is a man in my mind
and i call him steve
from this man
i wish to be relieved
the things that he says are things
no man should say
but these are words that simply
do not go away

this man, steve, tells me to make others hurt
this man, steve, tells me to put my hand down your skirt
he tells me that being with my is your corruption
that our relationship will be your destruction

but i know that i love you
and from what you show, you feel the same
but i have been stuck with this man
in his silly little game

for so long.
please get steve away from me.
im tired.
i hope to write more optimistic poetry someday but for now i need to express the things in my mind that aren’t supposed to be there.
L May 2021
[...] and the greater the wound the greater the fang. And, when we experience trauma that is given to us by so many people, we find that we have become every one of them at once. In my body I hold every trauma. In my eye is all of theirs. In the eyes of God, I am an abomination.
Jaicob May 2021
Nothing could...
Even if it be something deadly-

Cancer
biting my tongue,

Poison
on my lips,

Venomous snakes
Drooling expectantly,

Fear of defeat
From spiked punch,

Or even from guns
And bombs against my skull,

Chemotherapy, overdose,
Pretty poisons and drowsiness...

Nothing could stop me
From loving you eternally
stillhuman May 2021
Thirty days and thirty nights
i spent in agony
panicking
suffocating
this pain isn't unfamiliar
with its sharpness
and nauseating consistency
i pray in fear to my higher self
to be stronger this time
but my hands are shaking
and i receive no answers
No one else gives you courage
gives you strength
like you can do
No one else can give you change
to make it easier for you
Only you
Only me
Take a step forward
Lucy May 2021
I am crying out for help,
I simply cannot take this pain,
I would rather a hundred needles,
Than this feeling in my veins.

I am scared I will wake paralysed,
I’ll feel more than out of sorts,
I do not think I can shake this,
The only thing racing will be my thoughts.
Lucy May 2021
I am crying
Crying out in pain
This suffering I feel
There is no cure
I am not heard
I am screaming
Begging for help
Yet I am alone
Writhing
My bones are sore
My mind is at its tether
What can I do?

Maybe I am dying
We all are
A little bit everyday
But this pain
I am dying a little more
What will it be?
What will cause my end?
My body or my mind
Decaying
Both are weak
I cannot remember
Ever being strong.
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