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grace Jan 2019
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down for good
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down for good
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down for good
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down for good
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down for good
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down for good
Yesterday it felt like I was knocked down
And today I pray to get back up
Fenixx Menefee Dec 2018
All around me, every day, I see them, lurking
Characters teasing me, praising me, staring at me, smirking
They're there every day, waiting, preying upon me, I'm their target
These characters of mine, I loathe them, they speak to me using an argot

Characters, they won't leave me alone, droning on and on in my head
I can't get rid of them, they'll never leave, each one I hope to shed
These characters most people call "voices," but that doesn't explain much
They hold onto me, suffocating me, they're a huge mental crutch

They're just holding me back, but I can't push them away, I hate it
Characters, I avoid and ignore them, but I share their pain, I'm a hypocrite
I despise them all, each and every one, I need them gone
These characters, these "voices," they're a "phenomenon."

Characters, such a repetitive topic, repetition is so boring
I hope I can keep this up a little longer, my abilities restoring
These characters limit the things I can do, I have a mental lock
I don't know how to express it, I might go into shock

I hope one day they'll leave me for good, they're such a pain
Characters I see, in the darkest puddles, and in each and every drop of rain
I can't ever get rid of them, they're here with me for life
These characters of mine will be with me, even in my afterlife
William Solomon Jan 2019
A poem a day,
Keeps the boredom away.
A poem a day,
Keeps the hurtful thoughts at bay.
A poem a day,
Will help me imagine more as I lay.
A poem a day,
Always helps me find my way.
A poem a day,
In hopes to one day be okay.
A poem a day,
Will always help my word play.
A poem a day,
Helps me to get away.
A poem a day,
To eventually take your breath away.
This was just for fun, I am just playing with repetition and rhyme to see how it played out, though these all are reason why I write poems. Generally once a day.
Sonya Dec 2018
Up up up
Up the numbers go
Raising high my spirits
Drowning out my woe

Higher higher higher
Reaching to a peak
Then crashing down to none again
And leaving me to weep
ms reluctance Nov 2018
Today I woke up
hating myself
more than I did yesterday.

Today I wept;
wished I could change,
become a different person.

Today I vowed
to save myself,
to start anew.

Today I failed again;
my resolve trapped
inside my leaden bones.

Today I will sink,
broken
with the hope that
tomorrow
I will rise,
whole.
Living life on repeat
Gabriel burnS Nov 2018
heart, a softened shard
thumping deeper than itself
I insert music in my ears
Picking things, living and inanimate,
snatching from all around me;
I put reality in my pocket,
kidnapping eyes
as I build my time-armor
to crunch the kilometers
so hard to swallow
feeding the cogs of routine
daily and hourly bits of myself
...crudely put in shape...
Sarah Nov 2018
We wait on the steps of the landing.
Looking up and down. As he checks his
lapels in the mirror. They pop up. Mom
fixes Baby-face-David’s jacket. His muscles
don’t fit. They pop up as he looks up and down.
The mirror isn’t full length but it’ll do.

The dogs sit and watch Baby-face-David on the steps
of the landing. Looking up and down.
They pop up as he walks to the door.
No ride today but a scratch’ll do.
Baby-face David looks in the mirror and gets in the
cab of the small truck. He doesn’t fit.
Jiya Oct 2018
here i sit
here i stay
here i will cry
til i slowly waste away
if to breathe is to drown
to drown is to sing
a drug that can ****
can heal a king
here she sits
here she stays
here she will cry
til she slowly wastes away
if to crawl is to sink
to sink is to fly
a man that loves god
can hate his own life
here he sits
here he stays
here he will cry
til he slowly wastes away
just a word ***** poem written whilst i was bored in class.
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