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Kelsey Oct 2018
I've had a cold
For a week

I got mad at my body,
"Why dont you just heal yourself or die at this point?!"

I realized
I've been saying the same thing

To my mind
For years.
Hannah Chin Oct 2018
I hear them whisper just outside my door.
They say I am not likely to last another day.
I know this all too well. My fate, I have accepted.
Yet I cannot keep myself from hoping, wishing, praying
As I lay here in my bed looking out my window.
When I wrote this, I was really sick and it seemed like I would never get better and I often find myself just looking out my window.
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
Sleeping is a contract
I keep signing
Waking is a contract
I keep breaking
I just want what
Kumbhakarna had
nidravatvam
six months isn't much
so I can sleep this
sickness away.
Ariana Oct 2018
Tick tock.
The clock strikes midnight.
Tick tock.
The town is in a deep slumber.
Tick tock.
I've run out of time.
Tick tock.
I can only remember your sweet smile.
Tick tock
I guess its time to leave.
Tick tock
If only i had enough time to say i love you.
Tick tock.
I love you.
Tick... tock..
The room is still as my breath and soul leave before i can even blink.
Tik tok.
Jann Oct 2018
Wir finden und verlieren uns im Moment,
Im letzten Atemzug den wir uns gemeinsam teilen
Um uns herum fängt es an zu regnen,
Es scheint, als ob die Welt wüsste wie
es in unserem Inneren aussieht.

Der kurze Augenblick zwischen Sonne und Regen,
Der kurze Moment zwischen Freude und Traurigkeit.
Es kommt und geht, das Glück zwischen zwei Menschen

Was für ein trauriger Moment, du sagtest mir wir sollen uns nichtmehr sehen
Dein letztes Bild verblasst im Tageslicht,
Zeit heilt was sie kann, doch nichts ist für immer
Und man sagt , es wird schon wieder,
Doch nichts wird wie es einst war

Die Einsamkeit von gestern nimmt mich wieder in den Arm,
Fühlt sich an wie jeder Tag,
In Gedanken bei dir, irgendwo anders
An einem Ort wo es egal ist, verloren zu sein

Es wird immer vergehen, und nie so bleiben
kommt mir vor wie damals,
Damals auf dem Balkon also du die Sterne gezählt hast
a little insane Oct 2018
my heart... it's made of glass
you told me it was my fault,
so it shattered.

i crawled around,
trying to pick up the
shattered pieces,
but it cut my legs,
it cut my arms.

it made me sick.
but that's ok...
right?
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
yes
here we are again
walls, white
cotton sheets
teal socks with the tread

we share small talk
i ask about home
things are the same there

i tell you about my bedmate
she thinks she's satan
it's all up from here

when you leave
i sit down to dinner
a jail meal

it drips from the mute's lips
who sits staring
at the table diagonal from me

she is afraid of dogs
i, a dog
bite a dry piece of bread
and cough

in this lowland we halt and look up to the sun
but see only a black sky

and when you ask
are you getting better
the response
yes

is for you
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