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Kuba Feb 2020
I was ******* to my bed.
I stood over deep abysm.
There was a morn,
Full of fructuous hope.
You brought me to life.
You showed my this world,
it came out to be heartless.
My hands were freed,
Freed but cold, dead, limp.
Death breathed few words.
Its echo murders me.
Untill last sunray is seen.
Michaela Ferris Feb 2020
Listen,
To the silence of thousands
Screaming and singing a song of freedom.

Listen,
To the millions of hearts breaking
As their world is ripped apart, turned upside down.

Listen,
As someone begs for you to take their hand
And lead them away from this nightmare.

Listen,
Because the silence speaks volumes
If you care to listen close enough!

Listen,
To the voices of thousands who cannot speak up
But need someone now more than ever!

Listen,
Because maybe that is what can save a life.
Maybe that is what could have saved mine!
Jack Torrance Feb 2020
Today was a bad day,
and tomorrow will be too.
Yesterday was tragic,
and I don’t know what to do.

Every time I try,
I slip further away,
and even though I’m standing,
I just want to lay down today.

Lay among the pebbles,
and simply forget everything.
Till I wither away to nothing,
and my body’s claimed by spring.

Actions have consequences,
so why shouldn’t mine as well?
Why shouldn’t I just give in,
and make my way to hell.

Everything I see,
is ruined by my touch,
till I’m left in the ashes,
and it simply is too much.

Too much hurt,
and too much pain,
causing both,
with so much shame.

I am always sorry,
in my head and in my heart.
Now my engine is broken,
and has simply blown apart.

What the **** has happened,
to the man I used to be?
Which voice do I listen to,
when it’s speaking to me.

I just want some peace,
and for all of this to go away.
So I guess I’ve given up,
and there’s nothing more to say.
Strying Feb 2020
Sometimes I see
The world in black and white,
Whether I'm relaxing in my bed,
Playing Minecraft,
Or running a mile.

Trying to get biology
OUT of my head!

I'm guessing that I've grown horns!
I'm guessing I'm human no more!
But I'm sorry,
I needed a break.
I needed to say:
I'm over this thing called, school!

I want to go home.
I want to stay there.
I want to not finish my homework.
I want to live my life free
From the eternal chains
Of torment and classrooms,
Filled with books,
More than I could ever read.

Please let me out,
I'm willing to take a leap.
I'm willing to take a risk.
Please let me have a break,
My brain feels as though it might break.
HEY YALL! I can't do HW right now. I swear I can't look at these assignments for ONE SECOND more. So I'm gonna try to take a nap and see if I feel better and up to doing them in the morning but gosh it done with homework and school right now -_-
Dicra with an E Feb 2020
I peep through smoothly,
To evade the stench,
And lose track of the man next,
Who keeps wording in his snores,
Pin-drop silence, you get it?
I'm struggling for light,
Fresh air and breeze,
My mind goes dark one more time,
I reach for a glass of water,
Well, its champagne,
I wonder,
What it has to do with my mental state?
Illusions,
I see the men in blue pointing knives,
And I keep still.

I miss the streets,
Tough but kind,
We fight and eat together,
I'm tormented,
It gives me suicidal thoughts,
I wave across the corridor,
If someone will hold my hand,
'Hey, keep your place, you nincompoop'
Then I realize,
I stole for insanity,
And I'll get killed for that,
In the conspire of the sane.
This is a definition of the dark side of the mental rehabilitations, where, just like prisons, people are mistreated and trashed upon. They are treated like they don't deserve to live again.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
The son of love and god scratched the surface of humanity, only to fall in love with a kind soul, for every night I slept, the monster invisible crept, naked with feathers and a bow loosing arrows blow by blow; Busily chanting songs from its celestial throne, songs that transform; inspire love, arouse jealousy and invoke war!
Please, please, take pity on these the windows of my soul, for when the son of love is seen and the temples fall, the earth will howl with the trees, the birds and bees, let sleeping dogs lie with the serpents of blind faith and beauty;
Place in a box the nectar to protect her, untill the earth grows young again, voluptuous and born of pleasure.
He who wounds his victims,
after the doomsday
there was an actual poet from the hell,
who always had a knout
to torture their  pale faces
within huge dark fiery cell ,

he ruined and burned their compositions
and made them melting together
again and again  
in a very dark position.

when the god revive them for the sixth time
one of them wailed and said to the poet:
my dear destruction divine
secretly, let the heaven to be mine
and stop giving our thirst
this cursed brine.

the poet responded  and said
yes, i'm the real destruction divine
of course i will not give you a wine
but i will turn off the pine
to keep you close
to your final dark line
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