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DaSH the Hopeful Aug 2015
Who else would listen,
But* you?

       You take every inch of self-blasphemy and agony I have to offer
           You hear every half muttered feeling
                        Every cut
I only used the blood to tell you what I thought

      Our love was one most often found and subsequently lost in childhood
    Before the sunset of adolescence brings dark into the world
      And in its depths
We realize how small we are
          How far we are from places that feel safe
                          Our love was a shield against that
    I could tell you my secrets and you'd shine brightly, make the world small again, if but for a while

         It was you I stayed up all night to talk to
             Underneath the covers with a flashlight and a pen and YOU.

   God, you.

          You listened to every insignificant detail of who I was and in your foggy dialect made me feel vindicated

          You've always been,
And as long as you have, I've loved you.
       Dear Poetry, my God, have I loved **You
LeAnne Bowyer Aug 2015
I am thirteen months clean
from a crimson red blade,
but honestly I still think
about why my physical scars
just had to go away.

I self-harmed to rid my feeble life
from emotional scars with an acute knife.
I was addicted for over five years.
Self-harm was my drug of choice.
Starting as an eleven year old
with eyes made of nothing but tears.

Finally through poetry I have an escape.
It became my voice
especially since to hear it is so scarce.

Using this avenue
I am learning each day to push on through
giving my hands something else to do.
Poetry has given me an outlet.
Not just the darkness that still tries to fight,
but an outlet for my voice
that is ready to soar to brand new heights.
This is dedicated to my English teacher. You have believed in not just these poems but in me. You have given me the opportunity to fight through the hell known as depression. I am forever grateful for that.
A Watoot Mar 2015
Sometimes, it is so good to write an unsent letter.
I do this all the time just to create a release.  I have lots of unsent letters and I'm glad I never sent those things to people.  I've never been better.
Grace Pickard Mar 2015
Longing for convulsions and cacophony
The brain desires outlet-
Outlet for the hopelessness of mortality
Against knowledge of disappearance amongst you
And the ultimate disappearancs of one self
Which keeps you voiceless- a prisoner to your dying flesh
Without an outlet for the hopelessness of mortality
And thus hopelessness of mortality becomes an outlet of the captivated mind
mt great grandmother recently died and now I feel surrounded by so many of my deceased relatives and friends that it scares me of my own mortality and also of the loss of my individuality.
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