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 Mar 2021 Chelsie
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
 Mar 2021 Chelsie
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
 Dec 2020 Chelsie
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 Dec 2020 Chelsie
Carpo
Onti-onti na akong nawawalan ng pake sa mundo.
Onti-onti narin akong nawawalan ng gana maging buo.
Hindi malaman kung kaya ko pa ba maging ganito.
Isang mundo na kahit saan ipaparamdam sayo ang talo.

Pinikit ko ang aking mga mata.
Nag-babakasakaling may mag-iiba.
Isang tao ay aking nakita.
Si kamatayan ay nangangamusta.

Kinamusta ako at binati tulad ng dati.
Napaisip kung ano ang aking nasa labi.
Mga salitang hindi ko mailuwa.
Pilit nilalabas upang ito'y mawala.

Tuluyan ng nag paalam sa mundo.
Isang rosas nanaman ang kinuhang buo.
Pinatay ng sariling tinik.
Nagluha sa isang pitik.

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