Alex 6h
I find myself frequently spacing out. Again.

A year of only feeling almosts of a state I thought my mind got over with.

I thought we were done with this, Alex.

Graduating set off a switch that lit up my mind and drowned it in anxiety. Again.

The bile is crawling up my throat and all I see is myself, when I was thirteen, asking how the hell did we even get here?
Vale Luna 15h
When I see you
I get caterpillars in my stomach
Not grown enough to be butterflies
But alive enough
    To make me feel sick

The constant crawling
A thousand tiny legs
Scurrying up my esophagus
Ready to throw up
A feeling too real to ignore
And too nauseating to admit

So when I see you again
I’ll just keep my mouth shut
Live with the taste of dirt on my tongue
And swallow the caterpillars
   That live in my stomach.
in this toxic love
i held so close
i gave you the power
to destroy me
to change everything i am
your anger, a beast wielding in your fists
would come out to play
your words lash at my heart
your fists swing and strike
precisely pounding again and again  
leaving me bruised and branded
leaving you crying and in pieces
blinded by love
comforting the man who had just finished beating me
i must be crazy.
Amanda 3d
I am tired of defending you
And telling all my friends that they are wrong
Stick up for you every time but I
Can only believe you for so long

I am sick of acting like I'm happy
And pretending I am fine without you
Want more than what we have now
But I am scared that dream will never come true

I need to prove you care about me
I do not want to be alone anymore
Make the suffering worthwhile
Remind me what I am doing this for

Show me you can be the man
I fell for way back when
And I promise I will do my best
To be the girl you fell in love with again
An oldie
My sick is different.
My sick follows me like a dark cloud every second of every day.
My sick stalks me like a lion, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
My joints ache as I walk, but I keep walking.
My stomach burns as I eat, but I keep eating.
My insides scream as I smile, but I keep smiling.
I keep the sick hidden under a smile.
I accept it as my best friend and worst enemy.
I have learned to be tough so I won’t become my sick.
I wrote a poem about my chronic illness (Sjögren’s syndrome) a few days ago and it felt fitting to post it today because I’m getting an infusion today woohoo!!
Furey 6d
Bleary-eyed I sit up
It's hard my head is pounding
I lay back down
My alarm goes off
School then work
I try to breathe through my nose
It's congested
I groan
I have to go to school
I send an e-mail to my co-workers
It's a question
Can you cover for me?
Simple but no one responds
Guess I'll take a hit for it
I cough
My chest rattles and burns
I sit up again
My heads whirls
No more
It hurts
This was from last week but I forgot to post it sorry
You are very sick,
The clock ticks,
No hope, the doctor says,
Friends and family pray,
Night and day.
A miracle happens,
You take a U turn,
You get better
And better
God heals.
The doctor sends the bill,
He gets paid.
Aa Harvey May 13
Bubble boy and his internal struggle

My heart is a bunch of knots;
So damaging to myself, my God!
Why can I not just catch a break?
And find someone, to ease this pain.

The drugs don’t work,
I need her.
Only she can cure this nausea.
So full of bile, I fake all smiles,
I think, I thought, I oughta.

Stay away because I am contagious;
No more self-dangerous, just so sick of it all!!!!
This is so much pain for one man to own.
I sit in silence to drown out the moans.
The noise cuts like a knife and I fall to the floor.

I have so much stress, so I detest,
This never rest.
This this.
Is this really the best I can do?
The most fun I can have without being nude.

I would remain sad, but as I exhale,
These words of fail,
I know all things, they end one day.
So if I have to suffer these nails,
That I keep within my body, frail,
Then surely I will one day be saved.
Saved from my eternal struggle,
Over quick double,
Triple the trouble.
Love can only burst my bubble.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Little Lita Lala Lola,
Love to drink her cola-

Little Lita Lala Lola,
Mouth filled with granola-

Little Lita Lala Lola,
Tossed up sushi mola-

Little Lita Lala Lola,
Fucking got ebola
alex May 10
Bursting tanks of propane, all was in vain
I’m gonna blow up, throw up, blow dust
Ligaments rust, no trust, nonplus
A fraud and I ask god
Please, come back to me, attack me
These parts creak, rip them off
Rubber plate skin on my face, tear it off
Look into my glazed glass eyes and see
Through my metal skeleton beneath
Through the chattering of my teeth
How you’ve ravished and destroyed me
i've been tossed aside by the one who meant to me the most
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