#notsuicide - Hello Poetry

Jump from the building, fall so quickly the lights turn to stars and cannot put their arms around you in time. Slit your own throat to watch yourself drown in creation. Pull the nails from your eyes and place them in your coffin — home. An ant, imagine, burned by the flame. Your soul splattered across the picturesque skyline— art. Ink of a life never told across windshields, across concrete, across guardrails. “Just ******* do it.” Your body ceases obeying its abuser. Only the mind spreads the blood of your soul, when you least expect it.

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC

awknight

Imp of **********

Jump from the building, fall so quickly the lights turn to stars and cannot put their arms around you in time. Slit your own throat to watch yourself drown in creation. Pull the nails from your eyes and place them in your coffin — home. An ant, imagine, burned by the flame. Your soul splattered across the picturesque skyline— art. Ink of a life never told across windshields, across concrete, across guardrails. “Just ******* do it.” Your body ceases obeying its abuser. Only the mind spreads the blood of your soul, when you least expect it.

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It's 10:00 at night and it's been at least a half hour since you've eaten something. You make your way to the kitchen, empty bowl in hand. You place the bowl with the ***** dishes and the world slows down as you turn to see the small container with your name on it... I hate it. You grab a glass of juice and stare at the container down. As if the black that so neatly stamps your name could stare back. You open the kid proof cap and pour out half its contents into your dominant hand. Just to feel the weight of death in you dominant hand. "Take 2 twice daily." They said. The half orange, half yellow capsules still in my palm. Feeling the plastic-like coating I feel like I could crush in 2 seconds flat. Freeze. Time stops. This, is when the protagonist eats as many pills as her body will allow, when she gives in, when she dies. This movie is almost over... Nobody else is awake, it's just you and your handful of pills. No. This movie goes on, the protagonist will live. You-- are not built on a mountain of clichés and stereotypical archetypes. You. Are. Here. And still alive! You pour the pills back into the container, with 4 still left in you hand. You take 2 but you still feel like it's stuck in your throat, so you eat something small to force it down. Even though these pills are supposed to be take on an empty stomach... You get a glass of water, and set that aside with the 2 remaining pills for tomorrow morning. Now go to sleep, make sure this protagonist lives to take the Hollywood medication tomorrow.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC

Swingline

Hollywood Pills: A Perspective

It's 10:00 at night and it's been at least a half hour since you've eaten something. You make your way to the kitchen, empty bowl in hand. You place the bowl with the ***** dishes and the world slows down as you turn to see the small container with your name on it... I hate it. You grab a glass of juice and stare at the container down. As if the black that so neatly stamps your name could stare back. You open the kid proof cap and pour out half its contents into your dominant hand. Just to feel the weight of death in you dominant hand. "Take 2 twice daily." They said. The half orange, half yellow capsules still in my palm. Feeling the plastic-like coating I feel like I could crush in 2 seconds flat. Freeze. Time stops. This, is when the protagonist eats as many pills as her body will allow, when she gives in, when she dies. This movie is almost over... Nobody else is awake, it's just you and your handful of pills. No. This movie goes on, the protagonist will live. You-- are not built on a mountain of clichés and stereotypical archetypes. You. Are. Here. And still alive! You pour the pills back into the container, with 4 still left in you hand. You take 2 but you still feel like it's stuck in your throat, so you eat something small to force it down. Even though these pills are supposed to be take on an empty stomach... You get a glass of water, and set that aside with the 2 remaining pills for tomorrow morning. Now go to sleep, make sure this protagonist lives to take the Hollywood medication tomorrow.

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I've had enough Life's too difficult, A little too rough. Trying to find a way out Can't find an exit. Where's the sortie? Ausgang salida, Выход uscita. Help me find the utgang! Feeling trapped, As people worldwide do. I've been told before "This is no place for you!" I've finally listened, It's time leave. Friends tried to warn me, Oh I was so naive. Don't tell me I'll be ok Don't tell me it'll all work out This isn't worth it all. It'll be so much easier if I could find the exit. I'm with my son right now, He's trapped me in a ball pit, And I can't find a way out! What did you think I was talking about? Cheer up everyone! Yes I speak Russian (A little)

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May 26, 2014

May 26, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC

grez

Time to Leave

I've had enough Life's too difficult, A little too rough. Trying to find a way out Can't find an exit. Where's the sortie? Ausgang salida, Выход uscita. Help me find the utgang! Feeling trapped, As people worldwide do. I've been told before "This is no place for you!" I've finally listened, It's time leave. Friends tried to warn me, Oh I was so naive. Don't tell me I'll be ok Don't tell me it'll all work out This isn't worth it all. It'll be so much easier if I could find the exit. I'm with my son right now, He's trapped me in a ball pit, And I can't find a way out! What did you think I was talking about? Cheer up everyone! Yes I speak Russian (A little)

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