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This very day I was snatched from the edge,
My toes were just teetering over the ledge,
My mind is as clear as a brand new fish bowl,
Yet I made preparations to cease with this toll.

A mixture of chemicals, low mood and fear,
Made me think I no longer want to be here,
While I love all who know me, doesn't prevent,
Stop the world, let me off, I'm done paying rent.

But a voice on the line tricked me into defeat,
Using guilt tactics, promises, lies and deceit,
So I'm back to the lull of survival mode now,
For a while at least, step off the ledge, silly cow...


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I crashed and burned today, with the clear and present intention to take my own life..
But I reached out and asked someone to talk me round..
And I did what I always do.... I write it away for now
seeing you daily
that uplifting cheerful soul
makes me fall for you
love at many sights
My only comfort as my tears fall with the water
Is the fact that I'm scrubbing away his hands,
His touch,
His lips,
His skin.
Washcloth against skin,
Red erupts from my pores,
But I don't care because
I need to get his scent off of me.
Just a whiff, and I gag,
My tears congealing in my throat.
Why me?
What did I do?
His hands were so soft,
But so strong, and
I could not escape.
Washcloth against skin,
I don't even know where to begin,
For he stripped me down to the very bone
And lay my soul and body naked.
His fault? Yes.
My fault? They'll think so.
Red flows down my legs because of
Washcloth against skin.
I drown myself in cherry blossom body wash,
The off brand kind.
My last thought before I stop the water is
"But I'm not even pretty."
A poem for all of those who are victims of ****** assault, whether male or female.  You are all survivors <3
the hawthorn lays down its ghosts, thick
with dulling pink; the stream quivers,

its blue shadows sunken, gleaming,
at low ebb, breathing like a mirror

in the sun. beneath the trees it
is dream-like, cool, dark and

magical, the leaves little harbours
of breeze, voiceless, white as bone.
unfortunately i do not have enough spare hours in the day to respond to all the likes etc. if i do not respond it is because of difficulties fitting this all into my life it is not because i dislike you. i hope you understand. :))
When someone dies,
(Someone you know)
Is that one less annoyance,
A necessary replacement for a foursome,
A body pillow,
A pillow confidant,
A whining Bestie,
A conversational equal.
Is it someone you'd like to meet again, wherever,
Or someone you fear to meet again
(Knowing all is now known).
Was it an old school chum you recognize in a faded picture,
A near/far relative,
A faint acquaintance (that's sad...).
I read the obituaries daily,
Recognize many, but feel little.
But someone's someone passed this way,
And sometimes someone was mine,
Today.
A theme I can't seem to be rid of.
Don't make it political
It's not about teams
Don't make it personal
These aren't your dreams

Don't legislate rules
You wouldn't follow
Don't prescribe medicine
You'd never swallow

Don't stack the deck
We can see what you're doing
Don't trample on rights
Trouble is brewing

If you haven't had struggles
Of a particular variety
It's not your decision
Don't push your own piety

When lives are at stake
When safety is in doubt
When children are damaged
It's past time to shout

Is it your choice to make?
Are you an expert in the field?
Judgements are dangerous
Weapons to wield

Survival isn’t a game
This isn’t fair play
If you want to feel superior
Find another way

It’s easy to say that
You’d make better choices
When you aren’t one
Of the many lost voices

It’s easy to criticize
Or mindlessly follow
Unless you are helping
Your judgements are hollow

Don’t close your eyes
You can’t avoid this atrocity
Action is needed
To end the hypocrisy

You don’t need to start big
Every act carries weight
Find your chances to help
Make a vow to break hate
more wasted words
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