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Arvind Krish Feb 2016
Fighting hard to survive
Enjoying wild to live
Being normal to exist
Life is a combination of these acts.
Live  survive
Nicola Lou Feb 2016
I close my eyes, I breathe deep and air inflates my weary bones.

As I exhale I try to focus on the moment. The moment I'm living in. The hours that are porous to worries from the past. Life's episodes that cannot be altered. Except in the the continuous role play acted out in my mind, to put right the regret.

As I inhale, breathing life into my lungs, I'm told to control my attention. I'll admit, control is one thing I don't have. As although fluid and never ending my attention is often running short. Concentrate. My future lays dormant so leave it be.  Though my mind wraps itself tightly around the possibilities.

As I exhale, I focus on the body that has remained strong and healthy, the self-healing heart that has been put through its paces and a mind that is overly critical.

I open my eyes and as the sounds around me crispen and the smells around me awaken and the sun light floods my pupils, I realise. Why allow myself to consume the present with worries from the past and future.

Life is fast and beautiful. And it's now.
Christina Cox Feb 2016
My name is not Christina.

My name is darkness.
My name is depression.
My name is anxiety.

My name...
is full of problems.

My name is broken.
My name is sad.
My name is harm.

To myself and to others.
My name spells out "suicidal."

My name is not my own.
I share my name with many others.

My name is your name
and your name is my name.
With little spelling differences.

We are a family.
Together coping
and trying to survive.

Our family,
who is in so much pain,
and want to love themselves,
who love each other,
but cannot see
why
the others love us.

We are a family
where our names are not our own.
And I am part of that family.

My name is not Christina.

My name is your name.
Our name is trying,
our name is hope,
our name is work.

Our names are the same
and that name is
desire
to get better.

And together,
we can.

We.
Can.
Do.
This.

Our family,
the family we have
where all our names are same.

We can do this.
We,
who are all the same.

Because I believe you can do this.
And I know you believe I can do this.
So with our beliefs in each other
we can all do this.

We,
the siblings,
will lean on each other
for strength,
for love,
for hope,
for compassion,
for sympathy,
for knowledge,
for understanding.

This family is strong
in it's broken heart
and broken soul.

Our family is different.
It does not run through our veins.
But runs through water
of tears running down our faces,
blood running down our limbs,
of pain running through our souls.

We are a family,
and together,
we can survive.

My name is not Christina.

My name is not Christina.

You will tell me,
my name is not broken,
my name is not depression,
my name is not anxiety.

You will tell me,
my name is happiness,
my name is soulful,
my name is bright,
my name is beautiful.

My name is Christina.

And I will tell you,
your name is beautiful,
your name is strong,
your name is bright,
your name is loving.

Your name is [insert name here].

We are a family of broken souls
just trying to get better
and together,
we can.

My name is Christina.
And I am part of this family.

Your name is [insert name here].
And you are part of this family.

We will work together
through problems,
through heartbreak,
through sadness,
through numbness.

We are a family.

Who,
as individuals
may feel weak
but together are strong.

We are a family.

We are a family.
From a recording on my phone. A little jumbled, but was a very emotional time to speak and write.
Barnaby Harrison Jan 2016
There was a day so long ago
A day now long forgot
Of fiery land that spat soot coloured rocks
Burning ash rained from the heavens
And people breathed in the stale, burning air
Never again did they breathe.
Perhaps they fled and cried in mercy
Or crouched in an accepting position, their face tightened.
Perhaps some escaped...but who would know?
This land now strewn with ash cast corpses
Lays dormant, forgotten and yet still preached of.

Of course it has to be Pompeii...
A little bit of free verse for you.
Destiny Fleming Jan 2016
.surviving is being
.destroyed and finding
.a way to rebuild yourself
.with your own two hands
.while others watch
-DDF
Mercury Chap Jan 2016
Here I feel the tears
Making their way
Racing their way
Marking the scars forever.

Here I think I hear
The sweet lullabies
Settling on my eyes
Drowning me in darkness.

Here I think I smell the sadness
Making way for me
Taking away from me
My joys.

But still I think
The spark's still there
It begs to reignite
Its pledge to take up a fight
And we will be the
Few of the ones
Who survived...
Another night.
Lost Jan 2016
A poor lonely girl,
trapped in an endless cycle,
struggling to survive.
Poetic T Jan 2016
My feet were paddling in the shallow ebbs
Of depression, I was poised on the edge.
But I could feel the waters surrounding
My being, and I was submerged in all.

I was immersed in sorrowful deliberation,
Where only parts were consumed now
All was submerged in tempered angst.
I was drowning slowly within myself.

When their is only darkness there is
Always a shadow of light lingering
Deep inward. Within some it is submerged
To deep to grasp a faint echo of hope.

For those who embrace that flicker of
Cleansing aspiration, the shores beckon
Once again. though their feet still wade
In the shallow edges but they are alive.

*"Even in darkness there is a glimmer to hold onto,
I can't see anything
All I see is black
I can't feel anything
All I feel is numb
I can't hear anything
It's like someone pulled a plug
And my heart feels like it will explode
But all those around me shrug
I don't know what to do
Its like someone wants me dead
I don't understand
Why are they so cruel
Maybe if I just run
Maybe then they will not think me a fool

I am just a nobody
A freak around a town
They don't care about me
But that's alright
I will survive
How many places will I go in order to stay alive
I am in need a place to stay
But no one really cares

I am a runaway girl
A child in need
But they just turn their head
I don't know what to do
I have to survive
I feel so surrounded
So I take a deep breath and dive

Who knows maybe I'll survive
I try to believe that everything will be okay
Though as things get harder
I forget that I'm stronger
And as the night goes and fades away
I remember that it's just the dawn before the day

I have a hope and a fear and a dream
A heart that will ache and squeeze and scream
A soul that will twist with agony
Though through it all I know that everything will be kept alive
Because I know I will survive

A night that fades from dusk to dawn
It's just the moon that rises before the sun
How many times I want to howl
Though everyone believes it is because I'm foul

They don't know the pain that I feel
The hurt that I harbor inside
They don't understand that this is my life
That I am stuck and cannot hide

Though I am strong
I have to believe that not everything is as it seems
Because as soon as things look up I know
The devil will throw in a hook
I'll get trapped and hooked and snared
A thousand tries but fails in one way
A million ways a billion ways
A nonstop push and pull
An eternity of pain

I shall survive because I keep my faith alive
Those that doubt will be blind and stumble about
I cannot dream but hope for ways out

I know it's only a twilight of days to come
A new way to make the pain go numb
So I shall sing and shout and dance around
To hope and dream that the new feeling is found
Not really morbid but I wrote this long ago...with some edits of course.
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
10W

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SoulSurvivor
(repost)
that's why a palm tree can
be blown flat in a hurricane
And then stand up straight after
the storm's past

it has one of the deepest taproots
of any tree

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