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I always thought that I would be broken forever. I couldn't imagine a version of myself that wasn't sad, or lonely or constantly running... from something.

Today, I realized that I've made it.

It's a Friday night,
And I'm spending it alone.

But for once, I don't feel lonely.

I feel at peace.

I feel proud.

I made it out of that darkness.

And now,

I'm here,

Beautifully, unbroken.

Dave Robertson Apr 2021
Your sick incarceration
held against a shining will
‘til unmoored you walked

a light you couldn’t see,
that lifted others,

each step seeming free
with inexorable gravity
drew to the woods

your last embrace
brought cold release
and all our griefs became
Eliza Oct 2020
This isn't just pain,
This will make you go insane.
True heartbreak is deep within the soul,
You forget every life goal.
The pain is indescribable.
You are no longer reliable.
Every part of your being is destroyed
You just become a void.
But this isn't the end.
Open up and tell a close friend.
You are not alone,
Don't forget to reclaim your throne.
Emma Peterson Sep 2020
I can fix this.
I’m always so terrified

That I will fall from the sky
And my wings will snap
Helpless to medicine and hope

Icarus and I (fall from the sky)
We burn
Chasing sunlit warmth
Suspended by devices devised of self-preservation
Crumbling before our eyes
That we can’t hold together anymore

These devices are needless

Let go and hold on

Trust the fall

See how I fly.

Putting together a patchwork home
Watching the water carve out the stone
Getting much better at being alone
Because I’m not.

Not broken but not fixed yet.
And I know now that hurting is healing
And I see the world pass on below me
And I won’t fall

So I soar.
I have fallen before.
I am still
Despite of not because.

I will fall.
And I will fly.

Crash landing,
I kiss the Earth.
I started this poem when I was inspired by hearing "Do Not Wait" by Wallows for the first time, kinda fun :)
Hammra Sistur Aug 2020
           is home,               again

          its bEEn a     l o    n     g

         of lunch breaks
   ­                                   at
                           ­           the beach and children
                                      ,  singing school's over

bright pink clouds come ROLLIng
                                                      in,­ she hangs
                                      her scarf upon the nail

and climbs the stairs. ..

                                     (please sleep through
                                      the night
                                     )/middle daughter
        of }perfe}ct
                          ­          o
               ­                     l
                                    d   s
Hammra Sistur Aug 2020
this NIGHT
⠀⠀⠀ is d%issolvin.g⠀(in
⠀ 1}
⠀⠀⠀ 2} a harsh han⠀⠀d of          v
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ r,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 3}
]: radium⠀⠀b i r⠀ d⠀⠀⠀s
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀­⠀⠀⠀⠀ fresh coat of painted
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ night
a c/ross
⠀ the skin oF a ) kissless converSation
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ car failing
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ use a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀turn signal
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ while changing⠀l a⠀n⠀ e⠀⠀s
Hammra Sistur Aug 2020
⠀⠀⠀⠀ the            is
⠀⠀⠀ void            filled
⠀between⠀⠀⠀⠀ neatly
⠀⠀⠀ each            with
⠀⠀ breath⠀⠀⠀⠀ each
⠀⠀⠀⠀ life⠀⠀ ⠀   ones
⠀⠀⠀takes⠀⠀⠀⠀ dreams,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀love
Hammra Sistur Aug 2020
tenderly blot
out our attempts
to remember
torn edged⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀moments
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ as sunny days
when they were not
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ world,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ quill up
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ our
⠀⠀⠀                           ⠀sensibilities
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ muddled
⠀⠀⠀⠀    choking sunrises have
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ promise, too
Hammra Sistur Aug 2020
(there are)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ times
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ oh baby,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ that you will wake up
want. to love the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ r
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ l
and- some days everything is ****.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀well remember,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this and the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(most) black
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀n⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you want it to
maya cahill Apr 2020
one cut
two cut
three cut
i watch the blood drip from my wrists to the floor

five cut
six cut
seven cut
the blood flowing and rushing makes me feel faint

nine cut
ten cut
eleven cut
cut for a little then cry some more

thirteen cut
fourteen cut
fifteen cut
the blood is starting to show through my jeans

seventeen cut
eighteen cut
nineteen cut
pain is the only thing i feel

i'm starting to lose track

i've finally decided to end it all and pick up the gun
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