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Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
Sometimes when lost in thought
It's a struggle to get back
Bearings don't exist in this mangled plot
Keep jumping off track
Connections gone, surely I've lost a dot
Probably more than that
I was taught too take your shot
I find myself on the attack
Not sure if it was the good fight I fought
Regardless,
I still fell through the crack
The one thing that was not taught
Is what you'll loose if and when you fall flat

©2024
Tea Oct 2024
Art feels like the difference of living and surviving. Maybe that's why my hands are always making. Each pencil pressed against my skin a silent scream for something great. A dream I dare to animate, breath life into. They say to heal trauma is not to become ready  to cope with the pain but instead the ability to bear joy again. The life I dream with you feels rebellious. Feels far fetched and delightful. It lights small flames of hope inside me. I am either a fool or living on the edge of what I am capable of. I have breathed life into a co-created dreaming. Tenderly nested and spoke of my love for them. Kissed them until my lipstick wore off. Was drunk in their laughter. I know what it feels like to simply survive. It's a place much easier to rest in then to return to.
Lydia Aug 2024
I do this thing where
I think I have it
All
Figured
Out
For five minutes
these moments of fleeting in denial
that I have anything I need to work on,
that anything is even wrong with me at all
I’m fine,
I just needed a trim after all
I just needed to talk to that one person
I just needed to take a nap
I just needed a night out
I just
I just
I just
and then the ******* demons crawl right back into my head and I’m like,
there you are
Nicky Aug 2024
Reaction

Why is the desired result a teary reaction?
Can’t people just be straight within their social interaction?
Reacting quickly and at times without control
Followed by isolation into an introverted hole

Impossible situation, dangerous communication
A feeling of anger and psychological stagnation
Why is the desired result a teary reaction?
A desperate thirst for egotistic satisfaction!
Gaurav Gurung Aug 2024
Dubert, Dubert! I call, behind a closed door,
To no response- I kick it wide open only to look at his fading self,
His silence spoke of burdens, his eyes grim as hell,
A rope tied to his neck, a stool on his floor
Long was he gone, all he left for the world was his tale,

It begins with,
“Oh, it’s a boy! A future bearer of the crown,”
Hell-bound with responsibilities,
Always happy, was met with frowns,
They warned, “If you don’t work, you’re a ghost,”
Societal shadows cast by those who judge the most.

"Men ****, they cannot be *****,"
"Men ****, they cannot be killed,"
"Men are ruthless, men are cruel,"
"Men steal, men break every rule."

"You're so fat, a bus won't fit you,"
"You're so thin, a breeze will blow you,"
"You're so short, the park's your place,"
"Look like an ape, the zoo's your grace."

Kindness finds no soil to root,
In this graveyard world where empathy is mute.
A graveyard of love, a desert of care,
To find warmth in this chill; quite rare

Dubert, Dubert I cry, the silence now profound,
His unspoken words and my sobs, the only sound,
Waning stream of his sorrow, eyes fixed on a fading reality
In his clutches, a note, perhaps his final plea:

"I was framed, I swear it wasn't me,"
I held on to the truth even though none could see
and even if they knew, they'd let it be.
If Chronos were by my side, time I'd wish to borrow,
Sadly, I breathe my last- I'm happy I won't see tomorrow.

Dubert swore it wasn't him,
Yet they blamed and killed him,
He professed truth, he retaliated with facts
In the end, he was smothered with the same hands that fed him.

With failing faith in God, he climbed the chair,
Truth in his eyes, fear in his heart, betrayed by his "Dear"
His last words-
"Oh! Cruel world, may you release me,
Oh! Merciless God, in darkness, liberate me."

Dubert was no more, a life unjustly taken,
Dubert was no more, a soul forever forsaken.
Men's Mental Health is very important and not to be neglected, I present to you my poem! To anyone reading this (even if a female), just so you know, I love you You're never less, You're loved! We all have our gloomy days but remember that after a storm, rainbows are formed! Stay happy.
Chelsea Quigley Aug 2024
My body is weak,
Engrossed in these sheets.
This land of comfort
Is all that I seek.
For one moment
Im asleep,
The next i'm awake.
My eyes they close,
I'm drifting away.
In slumber,
I ponder,
Wishing day for night.
For moving is sombre,

My mind sleeps tight.
Q Aug 2024
Darkness fills my eyes,
As the stars disappear,
And the sinkhole becomes a black hole,
Until I’m left suspended.
In the nowhere,
In the somewhere.
Between chaos,
Between pain,
Part of the one?
No, I’m another.
Because I must be something other than this.

I think I must be a child of the stars.
A stolen kiss between the night and day.
Forbidden to exist.
That’s the only explanation that would explain
Why just the simple act of breathing,
Offends the gods.

It seems everyone is made of some scintillating light,
Twinkling and dancing,
As they hold each other,
As laughter and love seem to be their constant companions.

Why is it when I see those brilliant lights,
Shame and wonder tear through me?
No, I know why.
Because-
I was woven from the sorrow of abandonment.
More midnight than bright light
And made up of nothing more, than finite moments.
I am brought out by the darkness,
Only to be forgotten when day comes.
Is it selfish of me to ask
For you to hold me tighter?
For just a little longer?
Just long enough
For me to make a permanent memory
Of this fleeting moment.
Sarah Mulqueen Aug 2024
Sometimes it's all to much
The pain won't go away

Sometimes I don't feel normal
Becoming socially ******* from hiding myself away

Sometimes the noise doesn't leave me for days

Sometimes it gets to easy to reach
For the quick fix that will take the pain away, to help me feel normal not constricted by insecurities, to dampen the noise of life to allow me a second to breath

But I don't want that life, I don't want to be tied to a crutch filled with shame and guilt to get me through each day.

Most times the quick fix will lead to bigger problems

Most times all I need is someone who understands me

Most times we're screaming, crying on the inside
Allowing our 'problems' to become us
Feeding it without realizing it's going to consume us

Most times we make a choice
To put ourself and life first, or to watch it slip away
Our 'problems' and worries sometimes get to much for us to carry anymore. We're not heard or supported often isolated or associating with the wrong crowd.
It can be hard to face the things that are ailing us. So falling into addiction is often the easy option, the short term feelings of peace are chased as they fade away quickly.
It can be hard to watch friends or family slip into addiction, and see it change who they are.
It's a taboo subject that is tearing society apart.
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
I'm reminded I'm standing in the middle of my bull $hit
By a credible doomsday profit
Felt like a kidney punch followed by a di¢k kick
A devastating hit
Not a knockout blow but still significant
Physical and mental damage present
Pray it's not permanent
Contemplating what it'd mean if I quit
Then the bell saved me ultimately,
Sending me to my corner to sit
Maybe I just need to cool down a bit...

®2024
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