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Lydia Apr 2017
Anyone could have told you she was under pressure
Not neccessarily that she wasn't handling it well, she seemed fine
Decisions were made when no one was looking

Now, I only drove by her funeral because the crowd was so large
Only friends and family sat in the front seats, people were standing on the sidewalk outside of the church
Winter was setting in

Yesterday, I walked home with her
Opaque and careless, and
Utterly ignorant. I'm sure she wanted it that way

Decades later, no one will remember her. If she's lucky, she'll become a statistic
Oxygen stolen and plant food then
Not that she doesn't matter to us now, just
'
That she won't then

Had only I known
All the time I spent with her, even the
Ventalation is asking why I didn't help her
Even the air whipping around my head as I can't sleep

Tomorrow, she won't be coming back to classes, but
Onward we must go

Before, I thought she had given up. It's
Easier to be angry than to realize that she just let go, and it was her choice, as painful as it was for us. If you're one of those saying,

Goodbye,
Only I'm actually going to do it
Only for real this time...
Don't.
"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -John Stienbeck, "East of Eden"
You can't just go.
Lady Misfortune Apr 2017
Pieces of you writher away,
Ache and Anguish is all you can feel,
Interested in how to cure what you felt
No one could heal
Journey of Days Apr 2017
Trying I promise
Really I am
Understand me please
Symbiotic with anxiety
Trauma ******* everything up

@journeyofdays
was asked to speak briefly on the effect of PTSD on trust

this was my answer

think I nailed the 'brief' requirement
Dhaara T Apr 2017
Let no one tell you, what you can do
Only your voice, let your head and heart listen to
Vacate your mind of conditioning, every single day
Ease your soul of that big heap of dismay
You alone, can make or break your life
Out of nothing, you can make everything; now give up the strife
Urge yourself, pick yourself up; be your own hero
Raise the bar, don't settle; aspire and you will grow
Seek what you desire, c'mon now, get aggressive
Else you'll be stuck with a life others will make you live
Love yourself, don't you? Don't let them ****** your soul
Fight for your right to be yourself, to turn you from half to whole
A lot of Indian girls (I'm not sure if this happens in your country too, I'm guessing it would in a primarily conservative society) often have to grow up hearing things like, "We'll get you married, and then you can do what you want", when we express the want to do something that is "not allowed" in our family. This does not restrict to life's bigger decisions like having kids of our own or adopting kids, or even bringing home a pet, but also to the smaller ones like, getting a tattoo or buying and riding a bike of your own, or even painting your room. There is a general lack of respect for individuality and in the process, a lot of us (actually, this one sentence includes our men too) are living a life that we cannot truly call our own. We aren't being ourselves. We are living a lie. Most of us (women), get married only because it's a passport to our freedom, without upsetting our parents. I wish Indian parents stopped looking for happiness in seeing their children "settled", because "settling" with (for) someone is the most unsettling thing one can do to themselves and to that person. Of course, for those who marry for love, I'm the happiest for them! Those who choose not to marry, I'm happy for them too. At least you people aren't doing anything under a compulsion. That's awesome! :) Those who feel like surrendering, it may seem like the easy road to take, but don't take it unless YOU want to, please, for your own sake.
**
Dhaara T
A** box of chocolates
Can make a child twinkle in the eye
Rest assured his day is made
On cloud nine
Sharing with friends
The gift received
Isn't that  a lovely moment
Children inspire with their innocence !!
A childish take on today's prompt 'Acrostics'

Back in school, this is what we did in slam books .
This took me back to some fond memories : )
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Arsonist!

Cold, you fanned flames into my stationary heart
Hover close, and don't move so quickly
I can't escape the realization that I need my scars
Leafing through the scattered ashes for a reason
Loving you through more than warm seasons
In event of disaster, scurry back to where you feel safe
Nevermind me, I am only here to
Garrison your defenses and save you from me

Fear what you don't know
I could never chase blizzards while I'm burning
Raiding fortresses with a simple stare
Every word, every machine, where your heart used to be
Scarlet Niamh Apr 2017
Hatred turns my mind to liquid
and it seeps through your fingers, clumps
pouring down the drain,
punishing me for ever believing
in something other than the crippling
nothingness that haunts my horizons. Sudden
emptiness is brooding over me,
soaking me, and
soaking I am. I think I'm going to die here.
~~ Acrostics are harder than I thought they would be. ~~
Jim Davis Apr 2017
To Live
Open your heart
Let love all in
In the lost heart
Victory is love at the
End

©  2017 Jim Davis
Is it cheating to steal one's own poem just posted for today's HP theme #npmacrostic
Isabelle Apr 2017
Acrostic?
Creative you need not be
Rational or not
Only first letter that would fit
Senseless it may be
The thing is
It's still an acrostic
Consider this one, please
20/30.
Please? Haha!
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
He had given her his
Everything
And it killed him
Requiem
This is how love kills
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