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Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
None of my friends
     Wanna talk to me,
So I'm just leaning
     On this balcony,
And I'm sheilding my eyes
     From the bright city,
None of my friends
     Ever talk to me,

Man, that sidewalk,
Lined in chalk,
Another dead body-
Cause they couldn't talk,
And another crying family,
And their world, rocked,
Another empty bed-
And a door, locked,
Their son, mocked,
His clock, stopped,

None of your friends
     Wanna talk to you,
So you're just looking
     Out this window, too,
And you're counting your tears
     While you're feeling blue,
None of your friends
     Wanna talk to you.
lonelybagel Feb 2018
It's not that I actively want to **** myself but it would be quite easy to just... jump off the top floor of a high-rise building. Feeling the breeze push against your skin and your hair going everywhere, what a feeling that would be. If you try hard enough you could probably hear the bustle of the city under the harsh sounds of the wind. I bet it'd be really loud. Not sure about how I feel about having people scraping my insides off the ***** pavement though. The point is, I'm not so tired of being alive that I can't even find a quick moment to enjoy a second of ****** television but I also am not bothered to try. Sometimes I imagine how it would be to just stop existing, does that make sense? That's when I think about jumping off high-rise buildings. Whenever I'm up there it's like I can see the world for what it is and I feel almost in control. I want to take that feeling and hold it close to my heart, and use it on bad days to make myself feel better but instead, I keep being the person that I am. Someone I really just can't stand or recognize anymore. I don't know. I haven't been up on any high-rise buildings recently. I am trying to keep myself in check, and I think that's what counts.
At this point, I just wanted to be able to write something and express myself. So I wrote. Without the pressure of a meter. It felt much more freeing and I think this is what I would stick with in the future. I wrote this during a dark time, I don't feel like this anymore and I really have not been up on any high-rise buildings recently, I promise.
Masuda Khan Juti Feb 2018
Was cutting
My nails when
the very last one
jumped up
So high
It flew up
Look:
it's in the sky
NURUL AMALIA Feb 2018
maybe you can fall down on the street
just because of the pebbles
but you can stand again
then jump, or find another street
Maria Etre Feb 2018
I found myself
in song
tip toeing
on notes
bridged by lines
of memories
connected...  

I move with the eye
as it reads them
strums them
brings them to reality
and all I seem to be
doing to going
forward

Sometimes stepping
on familiar notes
"that's the chorus"
my mind says
"you know these steps like the back
of your hand"

and others
I find myself catching up
with the new tempo
as I spread my arms
to find my
new
balance
Listening to Blackbird: Beatles or Across the Universe version.
Isaac Spencer Jan 2018
Hold your breath,
Hold so still,
Still your heart,
Still aftaid.

Afraid to jump,
Afraid to die,
Die so young,
Die tonight.

Tonight I go,
Tonight I pray,
Pray the gods,
Pray they know.

Know my pain,
Know my sorrow,
Pain,
Sorrow.
mjad Dec 2017
Thanks, but no thanks
I'm looking for words, not action.
I want my mind to drool over you,
I want my heart to jump at what you say,
Not how you handle me,
Not the foreplay,
But if you can verbally make my day
Chandni Nov 2017
The last flight,
your last fight.
right before you jump
right before you leap,
off that cliff,
into the darkness and insanity.

The last battle,
your last attempt.
To fight the demons inside your mind.
to fight the terrible monsters that ravage your beautiful mind,

The demon is you.
You attack your skin with blades of steel,
You destroy your mind
with evil words that break you apart.

If only you could see the beauty,
in your wings, in your strength,
for fighting, for flying this long.
fight your last battle,
Soar above the darkness,
you are unstoppable.

Take your last flight beautiful demon.
do you ever just feel so sick of life that you just want to jump off a cliff, and you feel so capable of it, but then you just feel that sudden bit of fear and you stop yourself


This is a work in progress, I know it doesn't have rhythm or rhyme, please comment any suggestions!
Daisy Rae Nov 2017
throw themselves off buildings
some people decide to end life before it even begins
unsxfe Nov 2017
There’s this dream I’ve been getting ever since I was a baby.


                                                         ­                                      with each jump
                                                            ­                                  going higher
                               on the horison.                                           i keep
                  of rolling hills      theres mountains with         jumping but
         landscape                         no trees in sight.            i try
im in this                        i   try    to   walk   but  i keep gettingfaster


         i jump too high
      finally                i
until
                       ­            p
                                     l
                                      u
                       ­                m
                                         m
                                           e
                                            t
                 ­                     i try to stop


                                     but i cant

                                     i brace



                                       then i hit the ground




And then I wake up.
[Welp, that was Reoccurring Dream. It originally extended horizontally and it was read L to R,  but i ended up having to make a new line for the helloetry version, so I could cram the whole poem in.. I think it turned out even better than the original, now that I think about it.]
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