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Man Jan 2021
i speak louder
but no one seems to hear
move faster
but moving nowhere

simultaneously icarus
simultaneously sisyphus
standing while falling

just the two of us
Ella Burton Jan 2021
You ask me how I am
“Tired”
I say
I slur

You preach your 3 hours of sleep
As though it is a feat
A competition in your mind
I know I have already won
Yet mine isn’t so victorious

I have felt years of heavy eyelids pulled down by black fingernails, the bruised under eyes and lust for more sleep

A weak bag of bones is all I am now
Collapsed at a laugh
Or a cry
My muscles show no strength
Neither do I
ghost Jan 2021
I have been trying to fake this tough girl,
just to make them see,
that even in this rough world,
they are no one more to me.

I say I'm ok,
When I'm nowhere close to fine,
I was falling apart,
but I covered up the signs.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd said I'm weak.
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

The anthem used to go,
I'm ok go away.
I know I'm broken,
I'm alive, I'm awake.

But I'm not gonna lie,
not today,
I know I'm broken,
but it's not too late.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd say I'm weak,
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

Sometimes I don't feel like talking,
But I got to keep going, got to keep walking,
Sometimes I just want to sit here crying,
But now all I want to do is feel those tears.
this is probably one of my longest poems.
little lion Jan 2021
Is there really such a thing as "free time?"
How can there be, when an hour spent practicing "self care" costs two hours of frantic writing and googling to finish an assignment due that very same day,
when a day taken off of work costs two days worth of unpaid overtime to catch up on the overload,
when a week spent recovering from another plunge into depression costs two more to find any semblance of order again.

When did it become shameful to "stop and smell the roses?" When did we stop encouraging "family time" and start encouraging forty-hour work weeks? When did "taking a break" become synonymous with "being lazy" and "hard work" become synonymous with "overworking?"

If making ends meet costs us our time,
then what's the price of Happiness?
Sustaining a life shouldn't be this hard.
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