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Sally Tsoutas Jun 2015
My next door
neighbour has a tree
that looks like jacaranda.
its branches reach right over
here and stroke at my verandah.
if you boil it's seed pods up
and steep a cup of tea,
the brew will mend
a broken heart
i've heard
apparently.
From the archives. Wish I knew the name of this tree. It has a most sublime dusty pink blossom in spring.
Lindsey Bartlett May 2015
She leads with sexuality.
She says "**** me," instead of
hello.
If she says, "I love you already."
don't run away, don't
worry, it only means,
"How was your day?"

It means something
normal.

If she doesn't say it, still, she isn't
normal.

Her eyes begin every sentence with,
"Will you love me?
Will you **** me?
Will you promise to never
leave me?"

And when you say, "Bend over,"
It will mean, "Love you, too."

You used to think *** was love, but
now you know, *** isn't love.
*** is medicine for
sick people.

Your body, naked, shaking, is more of
a multivitamin for sociopaths,
than it is your body.

She leads with sexuality, but
how else should it be felt?
And no, your **** is not big enough
to fill the hole
in her heart.
AFR May 2015
4 painkillers every day
2 in the morning
2 at night
1 for the pain you have caused
1 for the pain to come today
1 to think life is worth it
1 for the past and everything that has been
Tho I've tried many times to find what works for me
I find the only drug that helps is you
Seeing him happy was my daily pill
That is the truth I cannot conceal
Holding his hands was my only remedy
It makes me tough and sturdy

His glance melts my soul within
His smile tickles my chin
I will never ask for more
Even if this love gives me a sore

Seeing him holding that girl's hand
I just wanna dig myself down to that sand
Bury myself with this kind of love
Loving a boy which I can never have.

I can wait forever.
Why do I always end up buried with this unrequited love? Why do I always put a thorn inside my heart? Because after all... He was my only remedy.
Mesmed Jausa Apr 2015
ADD: fractal minds for a fractal era/error

Bulimia: self-reduction through the eyes of the others

Sociopathy: economy

Stockholm Syndrome: or, everyone loves a good marauder

Münchhausen: recognizing the physical necessities of a compulsive liar
Matthew Harlovic Apr 2015
Medicine: a metaphor
for the meta-commentary
narrating your thoughts
before you even think.
Ask your shrink,
if you think
you’re in control of your thoughts.
Temporarily you are not.

© Matthew Harlovic
Jay Apr 2015
some days I miss the little sailboats
dotting the horizon
keeping me floating
as they sat on the shore
smiling at the watercolour painting  
watching the clouds blow away
leaving the picture perfect
but they couldn't see the sea so choppy
the wind so strong
the paper-thin sail
the hull breached and leaking
they never saw
I lacked a sailor's heart
I couldn't lift anchors
or keep weathering storms
while taking on water
content to drown
So I turned the ship around
they tied it to the dock
and I swam away
but to this day
I remember
half a small white pill
half an oval blue pill
make a little sailboat
Jessie Apr 2015
Before medicine was known as well
As I know my scars,
People would let out their blood,
In hopes that the demon
Causing the sickness would leave.

So from a different age’s perspective,
I am just healing myself,
One critical vein at a time.
Because this demon will not leave me be.
Not only at 2 a.m. when it is cliché,
But also at 7 a.m. getting dressed,
2 p.m. merely sitting in class,
4:30 when I should be studying,
And 6 p.m. setting the table-
The knives taunting, calling to
Let my demon out, once more.
Their teasing becomes too loud, too convincing,
And I give in to medicine,
Carving “Heal me,” into my wrists
Leaving beautiful scars to show my courage
When I put my faith in medicine.
xx Mar 2015
It's 2 am
I'll take my medicine
It's not prescribed
Just my self medication
I don't know its dosage
I just take it all
A little too much
Can never be enough
Until you know
You're already drowned
The alcohol's in my veins
And I breathe smoke
You know I'm sick
It's 2 am, you see?
And I'll take you in
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