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Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
Loneliness is an acid,
That eats the threads of your sanity,
Ushering a tidal wave of depressession.

Loneliness is extreme poverty,
Leaves you mighty
Bereft of happiness,
Bereft of  relationship,
Bereft of love.

Loneliness is like a delicious piece of cake,
Lying forlorn in the fridge,
Which no one desires,
Soon to stale,
Thrown away, unwanted.

Loneliness is a chasm of emptiness,
That devalues your self worth.

Loneliness is having a seat in a corner,
With fake smiles,
A lonely heart,
And an empty feeling that comes from within.
CLARYT Apr 2018
I feel you lurk, behind me,
i know you, 'cause you,re there,

Whenever i am feeling fine,
i,m looking, everywhere,

You think that you can fool me?,
i,m not a naive girl,

I,ve seen the signs too often,
you,ve tried to crush my world,

I,ve tried to name you ghoul,
the black, the never ending cold,

They tell me you can follow me,
until i,m very old,

They try to understand you,
and they want to know your motives,

I tell them that i hate you,
but you,re something i,ve grown up with,

In time i,ll try to rid you,
although we seem as one,

And medication blurs the lines,
so much so, i can,t run,

I wonder if i want to live,
without you, on my own,

I love you, hate you, need you too,
at times you,re the strong one,

So on i go for now with help,
from them, and so it goes,

I,ll watch you as you follow me,
and keep me on my toes......



(c)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com2018
the crushing , ever present symptoms of depression.. a work of fact.....
Al Mak Poetry Mar 2018
We did forget the peace…
It lays in dust, abandoned.
The drums of war don’t cease
The mind of world malfunctioned.
We have destroyed the peace,
The peace is trampled down,
The sanity is labelled “Vice”,
The hope in blood has drown.
We have betrayed the peace,
Replacing words with slogans,
Hysterics and war-cries increase,
As diplomats replaced with morons.
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The peace is dying agonizing
Losing count of its endless sores
On hands of orphan sympathizing —
The crippled son of senseless wars.
— ☙ AlMakPoetry ❧—
Thomas Mar 2018
Life heckles my happiness
Every positive I gain
Must be countered with a sadness
Of a loved ones torture and pain


Momentum shifts from good to bad
Each exaltation  of bliss
Is followed with an echo gone mad
A celebration, a moment to rejoice
Finds itself mirrored
With the sound of a past pain's voice


Clouded by guilt  for wanting to smile
Offering a shoulder
Holding back your my own tears
All the while


Wanting to please all and make not a foe
This task is impossible 
When my conscience is at war with my soul


To pick a path or ride the fence
Decisions, decisions,decisions
My sanity the expense


Am I asking for guidance 
Am I praying to above
Should I give into compliance
You must pay for love 
Happiness isn't Free
Olivia Mar 2018
Poetry is a place of sanity
where we happily revive the pain
leading our hearts and minds valiantly
again and again..
Happy World Poetry day
Cancer is science
Science is cancer
Cancer calls cancer
Science cures cancer
Science calls science
Cancer cures science
Science is science
Cancer is cancer
The poem is not in any way opposes science which I have most trust in, however I criticize and express my ambigous feelings for all its coldness, hopelessness, lack of moral and emotional bias which I think to be the driving force to keep on living and fighting against (preventing and curing) physical and mental disease, suffering and premature death (not mentioning obvious limiting factors to life, society and balance of the ecosystem). Clearly, this is a deliberate misunderstanding of some moral principles behind science, economic progress, systems approach and cybernetics with a purpose of making any fellow scientists realize the heavy responsibility that comes with scientific and medical knowledge and ethics. It is also an indicator to the pressure that the dawn of transhumanity puts on the mind and body of the individual alike.
Sabila Siddiqui Mar 2018
I don't know what it is to
live a balanced life.
For I tear at the seams,
and live in extremes.

When happiness embraces me,
I do not smile
But become the sun;
that glows, shine and gleams.

When sadness enwraps me
I don't drizzle, I rain
I become the hurricane of blue,
the abyss of the starless sky;
I become the void.

When anger smolders me;
I don't yell, I burn out my sanity
I become the boiling blood
and the explosion of heat.

When loss deprives me
I do not grieve, I do not tarnish
I break, shatter and tear
I become the heart that does not beat but bleeds.
I become the wailing wind that breezes through the cypress trees.

I am either cold like Vinson Massif
or soft like a marshmallow
For I am the one who experiences no in between.
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