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It was a day like today when
I found myself nearly paralyzed
unable to move myself from my bed.
This existential depression is crippling.
Living like the dead.

I need a purpose, I need a reason
to continue down this path called life
but with out turning to hedonism.

But I have no real passions
I have no real hobbies.
I'm just sitting around waiting
stuck in purgatory.

If you've read my rants before you'll know of my nihilism.
And I've struggled to find the will to live for quite some time now.
I'm seeing several psychs and on a multitude of meds
that I will gladly abuse to try to transcend
to something greater.
Something more.
But this "instant-gratification" lifestyle can't go on forever.

Because money runs thin
and I hate running.
My lungs are filling up
and its with nothing healthy.
This low self-esteem feels like drowning.
Living like a problem not worth solving.
Each day passes, each the same.
Moving forward toward monotony.
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Sarah
Fallen
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Sarah
I am falling
For eyes that are not my own

I am falling
For a heart stronger than mine

I am falling
For a love that was made to last

I have fallen
Into a love so kind and deep

I have fallen
For a boy that is ever so sweet

I have fallen
For a boy who is my hope

I have fallen
My hope has let me down

I have fallen
On to the cold hard ground

I have fallen
No one is here to catch me now
You left when I needed you most..
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Wonders
One day,
They are gonna hurt you in such a beautiful way.
After that happens,
You'll get my sadness.

Then you'll understand,
Why hurricanes
Are named after people
And why you are still my favorite storm.
Edited
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Amber K
She had a patience,
that no one understood.
She could wait a million years,
just to prove her love.

But no one gave her the option.
No one wanted to wait.
No one wanted patience.
And she just wanted to make everyone happy.

On her quest to make everyone happy,
she lost herself.
She forgot how to smile.
Sometimes she even forgot to breathe.

She was willing to show her love,
but no one was willing to love her back.
At least not the way she loved them.
No one could love like she did.

But she was broken now,
and everyone kept stepping on her shattered pieces.
She was willing to wait on anyone,
but no one would wait for her.
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Sky
Riches
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Sky
My heart was once pure
Made of glistening gold
But when I first faced the demons
That lurk underground
The gold was blackened
Just slightly
And a chunk of gold stolen from my chest.
As I continued to battle the beasts
They kept stealing gold from my glowing heart
And they replaced riches with lead
So that my chest grew heavier
And my heart darkened
Now there is just a smidgen of gold left
And I'm struggling to save it
Struggling to keep my riches
thinking circles in your head
your thoughts are running out of breath
Sad
The worst part about sadness
Is it convinces you no one understands your pain
It makes you forget
That sadness is company everybody knows
Very deeply and all too well
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
ARI
Appetite
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
ARI
I'm sorry
My appetite
Is quite often not present.

I'm sorry
I can't
Eat four meals each day.

I'm sorry
You feel
As if you are responsible.

I'm sorry
You're stuck
With a girl like me.

-ARI
 Aug 2015 Virginia S
Belladreamer
I have kept you too long in my heart
To the point I endured all pain and became numb
I wasn't ready to give you up
Though, I know, time will come to say goodbye

I tried so many things to forget you
I pretend I didn't care, just to show I'm strong
I pretended I don't love you anymore, to ease the pain the very least
But no matter what I do, I could still feel the pain and hurt

I found it hard to say good bye
Cause you're the one I love the most
But I have to set my feelings free
Because It's hurting so much
When happiness is over.
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This may not be considered poetry, but it speaks to me as if it is. The blank page, the chance of great beginning. The emptiness that has the power to send words like bullets to your ear drums leaving such an impact that one can’t ignore!! But all the same the emptiness that we all see that our brain can’t muster up the feelings that are inside that we want to put words onto paper… so we sunder into the void of oblivion because the white canvas of which we were to once put all of what we have into is to pure in its white cascade of which our ink would only taint. Thus, leaving “The Poet’s White Canvas” as it is, admiring what simplistic power it holds as well as its potential of what it can be.
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