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Ameed Feb 14
And yes,
I searched for acceptance
from the inside
outside’s rejection was only
a shadow of the one in there that

faded
slowly
inside
out

© Ameed
esriddersi Dec 2018
yesterdays
             stumbles,
buried
        trodden
                  into shore,        
remain
   just              
       footprints.
E R Sherin Dec 2018
I'm hyper and happy with energy to spare
Fast speech, racing mind
I spread love everywhere
A giant smile is all I bare until
a certain darkness
fills the air

You feel rampant with no good rage
Trapped in your sorrows
like a rusted shut cage
You remind yourself you're not crazy
Sometimes you're really happy
or just tired
and lazy

Sometimes you lose feeling in your fingers and toes
Like you're in the basement of a coroner
raw and exposed
Other times, you're on a hamster wheel
sweating and racing
Feeling your skin turn
rubber and chafing

I have no control over my emotions and mood
And, yes, I know that
that's no excuse
I come off strong with my opinions and personality
Which many think is wonderful or an abnormality

I'm seen in different lights
because I don't know which one to stand in
I'm only myself in my writing
and that's the happiest I've been

Pen and paper give me the control
my chemical imbalance never has
I can feel calm and genuine and less of a spazz

I'm slowly accepting
my past
mistakes
and reality
Mental illness is stigmatized
But we need to face our morality

****!
Carrie Fisher was bipolar though
we didn't talk about it in that era
If she was bipolar then
I'm just like Princess Leia
Zhaina Angelica Nov 2018
It's like we're these two predestined stars
Bound to clash into one unfortunate,
Yet bedazzling starburst
Yes, it's destructive, but seeing it from afar
It's one of the most remarkable collisions of a lifetime
OUR LIFETIME...
Keyan R Oct 2018
What kinda flowers would you like to have?
besides my own tulips, I have
I honestly don't know much about the garden or the seeds
I know not every day is greeted by dandy lions
Or as fertilized in the fruits of its daily labor
No one owes your favor
We're all petal pushers
Waiting to blossom from the buzzin'
Not everyone has the will to stem tall
Some may wilt away; Some may brighten the day
But, I just want to floret
And never look back
Dancing on the breeze like a leaf
Forgetting the roots
What a relief
Arke Sep 2018
don't flatter yourself, love
you may have been the spark

but I'm the fire
Swells Sep 2018
17
Mister always told me he liked my dress
like it was my sunday best
and I sat before the god of my inane
thirst as he rowed me across the atlantic
in romantic suicide.
I laid with two stakes in my hands for
eight years hung up on the cross of
my Father’s back where he carried me
to the center of my own christening,
and the gathering’s gathered eyes hallowed
“I swear he’s a good man”.
I had to dig a hundred graves to bury
the parts of me that died with you
and your fascist grin,  
I had to burn the home that housed
your greasy robes
and from the smoke those memories
rose unforgiving and sordid where it
was my throat that choked instead.
How do you figure what stays
and what goes
in order to live?
Jacquim Alvirez Jul 2018
Woke up

To open my eyes

To the clear sunlight

Just to realize

How lonely it felt

Without you beside me



Woke up

Try to face everyone with a smile

Hoping it gone for a while

This feeling of emptiness

That I kept in my heart

To silence the pain in my chest

To hold my breathe

And take a deep rest

Every time my friend ask if I'm okay

I just smile and try my best



Woke up

To not know my name

To not know what destiny holds

To not know tomorrow is

To not know what it is

To love you again



Woke up

I stand strong

To keep on going

To keep on moving

To keep on knowing

That maybe my inner voices will be heard,

Somewhere in the distance,

Those voices will reach someone,

And told them it will be okay,

Nothing will gone

You are not alone

That you can make it



Woke up

Looking ahead to the clear sky

To know you are just beside me

As we just standing in the street

Waving goodbye

Maybe just maybe

My voices had just been heard

Even if we are strangers

But in our own world

We are believers
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