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Anya Oct 2018
Shy
Sometimes,
Poetry is easier
Than socializing

Because in poetry
One can get it all out
In one go,
Without being
Hindered by
Social
Anxiety

Then,
People get to comment
Without being
Unable to listen to the whole story
You’re
Too
Shy
To
Finish
julie Oct 2018
smoking
she said
isn't good for your health

but I am not
listening to the words
she said

putting the cigarette
back into my mouth

crying
she said
isn't good for your eyes

but I am not
listening to the words
she said

starting to cry again
over the boy who left me

loving
she said
isn't good for your heart

but I am not
listening to the words
she said

I am still loving
but not the boy who left me

I am loving her
the woman who carried me 9 months
inside her

Dear momma,
worrying about me
I am saying
isn't your purpose in life

but she didn't
listen to the words
I said

so she still worries about me
Anya Sep 2018
She told me she was tired
About,
How her mom compared
Her to every other
Kid out there
Doing more
Doing better
About,
How sports five days a week
School
And clubs to boot
Was a bit much
Personally, I somewhat know what she means
But,
Being somewhat past
That stage myself
I don’t know what to say

She tells me
About her sleep deprivation
Iron deficiency
Sleepwalking
Lack of hunger
Problems
Problems
Problems
With which I could relate
Not one single bit
I listened
But I didn’t say much
Soon enough though
I
Just
Stopped

She told me about
Her latest crush
In her constant
Stream
Since seventh grade
Voice
Partially whiny
Partially one the verge
Of tears
I really couldn’t relate
Much
But,
It was kinda interesting
Plus I valued her
Friendship
A certain degree
So I listened
And gave comfort
Until in came someone
Who could do it better

We’re all self obsessed
To a certain degree

It really depends
How interested we are
How much we care about the person
How caring we are
In general
Many factors
...
But sometimes,
Especially with a problem
That we can’t fix
For them
Or even help
...
It can be really hard
To have empathy
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
There are days warring clouds raging in my head,
The hurtful scavengers are gathering large.
The wind howls like cats I'm worrying afraid,
Am I losing myself or am I still in charge?
I felt this way when I was in my twenties and suffered for a few years. I overcame by accepting my weaknesses. Read books on psychology. To have faith in God and in myself and to carry on to be brave.
what i miss
most about the
ocean is the
freedom of
standing on rocks
over the waves
without any worries
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
Tears dripping down my chin
Water collecting in deep lines
Beginning to feel insecure again
Painted mind should see silken signs

Circular thoughts of sadness and shame
Pool into large puddles of self-loathing
Pondered epiphanies spill out of my head
You stand by, watch them stain clothing

I am on my hands and aching knees
Sorrow outweighing endurance and bliss
My existence is heavier
Each moment feel less and less

Golden guesses and hypotheses are yours
The ambition is gone from my soul
Expand the horizons of written thoughts
After self-acceptance so I can be whole

Sit there fumbling for the right words to say
Your freshly worried face in my sight
Self-hatred forcing us to drift further from happiness
You win with passion, fight with kisses every night
You help me more than you understand
CautiousRain Aug 2018
Help me
I am scared
Of the men in my closet
Their skeletons wound
Like a jack in the box
So when I look for something
And the door just nearly cracks
for those I’d almost forgotten
They all come crashing down
Suffocating me with their cold bones.
vent post time
Isaac Jul 2018
I made a new friend,
Though old she may be.

Spotting her at the end,
I invited her for tea.

Sitting with me for a moment.
My worries became obsolete.

Her sting so potent.
It made everything sweet.
Written 21 July 2018

I have learned that your own death can become a valuable friend.

John Eldredge says it beautifully:

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
A child that runs free
With skinned knees and no worries
How I miss those days
I miss those simple days. truly.
Man, today was such a long day, my limbs are aching!
But i'm back with more haikus!
125 followers? Bring on the tears T-T
I can't thank you enough!
Really, it means alot!
Love you and be back soon!
Lyn ***
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