Bree17

7d

Graeme

May a warm summer wind soon blow your way,
Wishing you good, luck fortune, and good day,
You now a part of the kingdom of heaven,
What a wonderful place to go and live in.

For there will be all your wildest dreams,
Nothing you thought you would ever believe.
And now that you will finally receive,
The Wonderful Kingdom of Heaven.

Written on 2015-09-18.

I randomly made this up one day. There’s no deeper meaning, it just came to me and I thought it sounded nice, so I wrote it down.

#heaven #kingdom #death #dying #christian #christianity #wind #fortune

7d

Graeme

Slow Down, Breathe

What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.

Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.

#calm #breathe #relax #stimulation #content #words #speech #silence #pause #rest

Bree17 7d

im done hiding

I want to bleed
I'm so done hiding
**** that noble deed
They're not worth fighting

Let them see my ****** hands
***** this ****** up system,
Where no one understands
I've reached rock bottom

My raw wrist burns
No longer hid
One small cut turns
To a goodbye unbid

I want to bleed
Just let me go
I'd be so much happier
To go alone

Let them see
my ****** hands
Let them know
my ****** plans

Bree17 7d

please dont judge

there's something wrong with me
and i really hate it
so much

there has to be something
******* up in my brain
making me think this way
act this way
be this way
and it

d i s g u s t s

me

thoughts racing through my mind
disgusting
degrading
filthy
thoughts

telling me what to do
showing me
h o w
to do it

and
i
hate
it
so
much

wrote it awhile ago but was too scared to post it
im in the works of being diagnosed with ocd

Bree17 7d

judgment falls

I judge judgers as if I'm different
Didn't realize the pattern I'm creating
Judging people for judging people
I am as bad at those I'm judging

found it interesting to think about

Bree17 7d

the night of lasts

ive had enough
i lost my treasure
my shoulders crack
under boundless pressure

i lasted longer
than i expected
so there you go, world
take my life, defected

ive had enough
im far too tired
tonight's the end
of this endless pressure

one last scream
before i drown
i hope to god i might be
found, before its too late

one last breath
before air runs out
i wont hold it in,
instead I'll shout

one way or another
im finally
done

I wrote this right before my world cracked

Bree17 7d

"calming room"

paper spoons
and rubber seats
to **** oneself
would be a feat
                   five pants
                   five shirts
                   a need for pain
                   no dull edge hurts
                                       one cut to two
                                       can't reach my veins
                                       my hands are cuffed
                                       with rubber chains
                                                         should have died
                                                         alone instead
                                                       this hell is worse
                                                         than my noisy head

they put me in the "calming room" as if that would make me calm