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Salim Hamza Sep 2014
I’m searching for my way, back to a place I didn’t belong, a place I used to call home.
The people there didn’t know me, the real me! They couldn’t understand what I was going through.
I left in haste, afraid of what they’d think if they saw what lives within this frail body of mine.
Tired of life and all its burdens. A mind that tormented me with sick thoughts of pain and torture.

Help me, I think I’m lost. I lost my way home, my way back to the innocence I once had.
To days of fadding memories of an afternoon sun filled with giggles and laughter.
Back to my mothers lap on stormy nights, filled with stories and maternal love.
back to the days before it all begun. Please show me the way.

I’m still searching, I have been for so long. I have no hope of finding my way.
It started as something small, a dark spot on a white sheet. A whisper in my head.
People say I turned mad. Another nutcase for the psych ward.
I don’t know, maybe I did, is liking the taste of blood that bad?

I’m tired of searching, my legs are aching, It’s time to accept, there’s no going back.
I’m letting my demons take over, I won’t fight the voices any longer.
I’m sorry if I hurt any of you, I really am; It’s just that I couldn’t tame this hunger.
I feel myself slipping away,as my last bit of reasoning is drowning in this abyss of darkness.
The voices echo round my head
Remind me why, I want to be dead
But they are silenced by, your beautiful voice
your sweet, kind words made me rejoice

But you aren't here now and they're louder than ever
Telling me to end this, now and forever
But as they yell and rage on inside my head
I think of you and why I don't to be dead

Because every moment with you is worth hours of pain
and if I've nothing to lose, then I've so much to gain
I don't care how much the voices are right
There's nothing I want more than one more night
...with you
Ashley Clarke Sep 2014
You're neither awake,
Nor are you asleep.
In that moment,
Before dreams get deep.
When your thoughts,
Run wild and free,
When you have all,
But liberty.
For all was quiet
During the day,
But now the voices
Come out to play.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Emptiness consumes all thought, always lingers close
   Feeling less for a moment, until sound approaches the air
~ Time, reality, everything is now illuminated
   Emotions up rise, this feeling is familiar but rare
~ Thrills elude the mind, as beats miraculously appear
   Voices, faces and expressions are diluted but near
~ Addicting sounds, overwhelming beats, a beautiful mixture
   Everyone enjoying it, through the past and future
~ A confidence boost soon approaches, no matter your mood
   Secretive meanings, useless thoughts completely delude
~ Through stressful stages of mine, unique rhythms prevail
   Stressful states turn to relaxation, seems nothing can fail
~ Whichever, whoever, times change with the vibes
   Wherever, whenever, there are new meanings and rhymes
~ Eras will always persuade us with images
   Millions of different break downs, incredible visions
~ Gradual change defines the entire industry
   While our individuality remains, holding us freely
~ Your own interests influence what's unknown
   While the public worlds interests, influence what's overthrown
~ This reality has its own unique mixture of genres
   We'll never know those other realities, they're disguised in armor
~ You yourself understand the rhythms that keep you sane
   Let the music speak its mind, and run through your every vein
  ~Meagan Williams
   1.20.13
Elaboration on the different eras of music. What changes, and what stays the same throughout them.
Desperate notes, late nights
You, for whom nobody would fight
A tidal wave of tears
A warm blanket, which won't cover your fears

Waterfalls blend in the sleepless nights
And I follow you, follow you home
But the voices are just too loud
and sometimes too low

Melancholic words, summer trips
You, who was never allowed to dream
A bunch of nightmares,
Your little mind, who's the one who only cares
NLB Aug 2014
This is a hard battle,
I'm trying my best not to rattle,
Split in two,
Who do I listen to?

One says wilt,
And fills me full of guilt,
The other says bloom,
And escape this doom.

A constant game of tug of war,
I'm not even sure what I'm fighting for.

*n.l.b
brokenperfection Aug 2014
Satire,
When used in a mature manner,
Is the most absolutely delicious
Most perfect form of a quiet rebellion
That of which my every day, regular peers
Can only hope to successfully publish.
It is not to be taken for granted,
It is instead meant to be heard and admired..
And possibly even feared
For my every day, regular peers
Are victoriously standing up
With the sharpest of political tongues
And the quickest, most enlightening wit.
Colette Aug 2014
It's insane that we could keep up,
to the noises around us,
screaming,
telling us off,
reprimanding us in loud tones.

I confined myself in a room,
only almost absolute silence
and the blowing of the fan heard,
never would I want,
to give up this tranquility.

It's too noisy outside,
even whispers could be shouts and screams,
I feel the world spinning,
my breath,
everything is so suffocating.

Words becomes aloud,
drowning in deep thoughts of others,
almost feeling abstract to stabbing,
depression kicks in,
and I'm not the same.

Please stop the voices,
the loud calls of unwanted words,
the clarity of speech.
It hurts.
It hurts a lot.
not feeling too good and pent up frustrations of always being told and pressured.
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