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Ameliorate Jul 2015
Thunder rolls in, booming out of nowhere
Disturbing the otherwise clear blue July sky
Just as suddenly as those clouds rolled in
Overhead the heavens broke
Sending rain plummeting to Earth with fruition
An aero plane flies overhead, loud engine roar trying to compete with the ominous thunder clashes
Wind dancing with the trees
Nothing pauses for the rain
The city doesn't come to a halt
Only me, sitting alone on my front stoop
Inhaling the scent of nature
Feeling the cold against my skin, ruffling up my hair
I was born for days like this
I live to become part of the storm
The scent in the air is quite divine.
Rachel Sterling Jul 2015
I want you.
I do.
I want to sleep next to you.
I want to have morning coffee with you.
I want to tell you about the stupid things that happen during my day.
I want to cook dinner with you.
I want to shower the day off with you and stroke your hair as you relax before bed.
I want to talk deep into the night with my cheek resting in the supple skin where your neck meets your shoulder.
I want to kiss your bearded jaw line and fall asleep nestled against you; fit around you
where I belong.
Arcassin B Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

When love showers over me,
I could feel and touch your rain and your thunder,
Pealing at my skin while pacing down a diamond crusted gold sidewalk,
Being stuck between beautiful pupils and a hard place ,
my mouth is silent but anxiety talks,
Conversations will be chocolate covered peices of heaven staring back into you,
Looking through my flesh and see my soul,
Being indepted to feasting my eyes on you,
Apart from the smile your mother gave you,
You are,
You talk,
Those eyes,
I just can't,
So beautiful..... I.....
.....I can not look away,
Unlikely the feelings you bring,
You make me forget everything,
Awhole other side of me,
Those eyes,
Bring out the best in me,
The good in me,
Not another distant memory,
Remember those beautiful eyes as clear as day,
Look forward to tonight and say,
That my sorrows have gone on very long vacation,
To be extinguished,
To perish by love and good vibrations,
Your eyes did that for me.
I was debating weather or not to write a second part to this because the first one was like last year and people still like that today,
So here you go ha-ha.
LS Jun 2015
The cuts turned into scars
Months ago
But I still flinch when
The showers spray
Touches it
Old habits die hard when new memories are raw.
It's another late night
My mind is bein thrown into turmoil
Shower thoughts can bring up the past
What would have happened if I had done this?
What would have happened if they did that?
Shower thoughts can haunt you
You don't want to think about those thoughts
But the shower drags you into a false sense of hope
That nothing bad will happen
When in the end, you always get out, changed
Changed from what could have happened to you or someone you cared about
If only you had done something else
But instead, they turn into shower thoughts
Haunting and preying on your memory
This is a poem about something that I've experienced and probably a lot of other people have to. Those thoughts that change you in a way. That's what showers do to me.
It's 2 a.m.
Time to go
Get on the road again
Shower, shave
and grab some joe
I am a workin' man

Each day
my routine
one...two...three
it is
the thing
that makes me me

A working man,
Hard workin' man
I do what must be done
I'm up each day
while it's still dark
And I'm not finished till the sun....

goes down
driving cross the land
I'm up at two
In bed by ten
I am a workin' man

I never
seem to
find the things
To love
What working
hard may bring

My truck
all loaded
Time to hit the road
the alarm
goes off
inside my head

I spend
most of
my life alone
it's me
my truck
and the road

it's 2 a.m.
it's time to go
I am a working ma
shower, shave
that cup of joe
workin' makes me who I am
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
3 hours,
to shower,
is observed,
but if you knew what I was doing,
you'd know,
its not enough time,
in the world,

A hour to start,
I get my buzz,
Its just a mike,
wont do much harm,
But I need to relax
my state of mind,
headaches all day,
not going to change in time,

an hour in,
I begin to compress,
I hate everything,
I've ever done to myself,
But will that stop me,
No,
because it hasn't stopped you,
So I'll bleed for a minute out of every burn and cut,
for everyone who couldn't stop either,
because were all inhuman,

and now I've sat here,
for two hours,
Water on my face,
Started standing,
in this hot water,
even turned it up,
and I feel cold,
so I'll freeze while I clean,
and bandage myself up,

we hit the three hours,
and the water stops,
and the last drops go down the drain,
like that will drain my pain,
but to just rid myself of a day,
I'd need to clean myself for a week,
and even then,
Nothing would change.
Just some things I deal with because of my depression anxiety social anxiety PTSD and other stuff.
Reem Luna Apr 2015
Ghosts haunted my vision
I felt like my soul was being dragged up through my throat
I lost my balance, feet failing to hold
This is the beginning of what my nightmares foretold

I lay curled at the bottom of the narrow chamber
The water pounded on my bare figure
I couldn’t move, I struggled to look up at the light
Just as well, my soul was too dim, the illumination too bright

Memories haunted the reminisce of my emotions
The people I hurt, who in the end hurt me
While my empathy was stolen a long time ago
It seemed to devour me, silent and slow

I bashed my head on the hard, tiled floor
Trying to release my head of demons
But I soon realized to get rid of them surely
I should get rid of myself, the one who treats me so poorly

I know it may seem like there was no good reason
Like my mind was out of place, I wasn’t thinking straight
But my fate was determined everyday
When my thoughts took over, my conscious too astray

I started to think what would happen after
The expressions as disappointment and relief
I knew it wouldn’t be long before people forgot
About that soul who belonged here not

So in the last minutes as flat water trickled through my lips
The high warm water sweeping around me like a liquid blanket
I thought of the people who never knew what caused the sight
Of the girl who never got the chance to say goodnight

I crawled out the narrow claustration
The water still running
My heart still beating
Alive

My nightmare was true.
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