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 Mar 2014 Aaron Menconi
AAF
Comatose my juxtapose
Straight line or die
on an overdose
No stupid feelings
Man **** the high
heads feeling cloudy
I've engulfed the sky

blinking inner eye
all ****** up
I can't see my nun chucks
so I *** ******
your mum's ****
no if ands or buts what
Look

Can't talk about feelings

People judging my feelings

Can't talk about feelings
 Mar 2014 Aaron Menconi
AAF
The world I live in
is quite small.
I live all alone
Just me and the walls
The dust on the cieling
The air chached in bunches
sit patient in corners
waiting for luncheon.
I feed them my time
by standing in places
that have gone untouched
suspended in stasis.

But one day I'll die
and my friends will die with me
because it's all in my head

and boy is that ******.
 Mar 2014 Aaron Menconi
aphrodite
You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                             ­   You spit about it.
                                                             ­        You write about it.
                                                             ­          You cry about it.

                                                            ­            But you won't talk about it.

                                                            ­ You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.
What is your "it"?
I've bolded what I find to be healthier alternatives for coping, opposed to the common and harmful ways of coping that are italicized.
This poem is very personal & I hope you learn to cope the best way you can.
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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
 Mar 2014 Aaron Menconi
Just Anna
I've set the bar too high
for myself,
now I'm struggling to reach it

Give your best to
everyone

Be nice to
everyone

Notice and care for
everything

Be there
24/7

Have good grades

Be more outspoken

Be independent

Do well musically

Do well artistically

Be a good daughter
Be an obedient granddaughter
Be a loving sister

Be *sane

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