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BROKEN SOLDIER

BROKEN SOLDIER 
You broke me down, You built me up, You made me stronger, You made me tough.

Ive been to war, Through hell and back, I came back empty, Soul broken and cracked.

I've missed many days, Missed many nights with my family I hold so tight.

Birthdays, Christmas, Opening day, Making the playoffs ,even school plays

don't get me wrong, I did this by choice, But now that I'm "broken" I have no voice.

I want to stay, You say no, You're broken soldier you must go.

you say speak up, It's ok, The Army is different in this day in age.

We care about you, We want you to succeed, You have what?...PTSD

I know I said talk, That it was okay, But something like that, Doesn't go away.

We can't give you a gun, Got to take back them boots, They say that it happens, People snap and they shoot.

I'm sorry to tell you, But that just ain't true, I'm a soldier a veteran I did this for you.

Now I'm left with memories of people and places.

Along with new ones.
People's faces, When I say I was in.
But now I'm out.
They ask me why
I cry and I shout.
I'm a BROKEN SOLDIER 
who was pushed out.
- Spc.Katherine Parker 

Copyright © katherine Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Cry of A Successful Man

With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy

Copyright © Apolo Amai | Year Posted 2013

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Better Peices

You were old and new all at once
A deadly temptation 
A glitch in my solid nature
And so I dove head first
And as I did I watched the pieces
Of me break away
To reveal an alien 
A rawness, a vulnerability 
I had never thought I possessed
Yet there I was 
And there you were unchanged 
And unaware that I was scrambling 
For my better peices

Copyright © Sarah Muldoon | Year Posted 2014

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dysfunctional

It’s my life not expecting you to understand it
A man who when he was a boy his mother abandoned
Alienated like I arrived from another planet
While you were with your family joking, laughing and eating a peanut butter sandwich
I was moved from foster families and children’s homes
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
 Everything I go through is some kind of building zone
Treated differently because I’m not wanted or loved by my dad, sister mum or brother
Feel like everyone trying to get to know me is working undercover
So the first thing I do is run for cover
Opposites attract I’m cold inside does that make me summer’s lover?
Being uncomfortable makes me comfortable
I feel safe being vulnerable
I’ll be the first to say I’m dysfunctional
Am I supposed to lie and say everything all great and wonderful?
Should I already understand and know it all?
You belittle me but I’m still growing tall
You wanted me to catch but you didn’t even throw the ball
An insomniac and I know Money can buy a bed but not sleep
But how much would a meaningful hug cost me?
I could wish and pray to the sky
But that’s just not me
Anytime love got me
It seems that Luck lost me
So I Push away the people I want to stay by my side
The ones who are worth your tears won’t make you cry
I could do 99 good deeds for you
But you would count the mistakes I make in life
So I don’t even try no more
I don’t cry no more
Love no one trust no one, **** them all
If you want to walk out my life. Here let me hold the door

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2013

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Paradox

Maybe she doesn't take the covers
Off her furniture because she
Doesn't want it to feel like home

Maybe she painted the walls black
Because her favourite colour was
white

Maybe she threw her vinyl records
Off the fourteenth floor because
She adored them so much

Maybe she drank whisky a little
Too much because it reminded
Her of her father's breath

Maybe she broke all the frames
On her shelf because they were
Her mother's favourites

Maybe she liked to stare at flames
And ashes because it resembled
Her childhood

And maybe that's why she returned
The flowers he gave her because she
Didn't want to ruin him too.

15th of September, Tuesday

M.K.

Copyright © Melisha Kaur | Year Posted 2015

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Wolf Song

       
         The old wolf sang a song to the moon so far and long.
   A song of prayer as the aging moon sat there.:
        Show me moose, so I won't starve.
   Break me loose so I won't be bored.
         Shall I take a break from a long, long run, give me light from the sun.

Copyright © Mika Simonson | Year Posted 2016

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Blue

Hey everyone, I'm 16 and this is my first 
poem that i've ever posted. I would like to 
know your thoughts, and thank you for 
your time! 

The night is dark and silent
The thoughts come rolling in
And hour after hour
I wonder where you've been

If you ever think of me
In this deep dark night?
As when the moon above us shines
It's possible that you might

At one point we were one
So long ago it seems a crime
But our bond is of a love
One that will outlast time

If I ever saw you again
I'd ask how you've been keeping?
All I'd need is just one look
Our time all too fleeting

To say that I don't miss you
Would be an outright lie
Without you I am lost
I'm barely getting by

I wonder where you are
When we're so far apart
You're already gone
But never from my heart

I can't ever let it out 
Or the sadness will grow
So until we meet again
It's best you don't know

So it's at night in the darkness
Where I think of you
And the night isn't black
But a dark shade of blue

Copyright © Juliet McDonald | Year Posted 2013

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Prisoner

Trapped inside my own head,
Remembering every word you said.

I am screaming and fighting trying to find away out.
Curled up in my own mind drowning in doubt.

Wrapped inside my thoughts overlooking the days,
Trying to find my way out of this solitary maze.

Indulged in judgments of the outside place
Looking in a broken mirror at my shattered face.

Waking up from the nightmare from which i live
Caged like an animal nothing seems to give.

Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013

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Melancholy muse

I slip back into the coma,
In the catacombs of my darkest thought's,
I feel the demon's probe inside my mind,
Picking away with sharp claw's,
Searching for a memory,
From as far back as yesterday,
Oh,
The damage it can do,
When your wasted in a melancholy muse.
So dark are my visions,
That swim through my lifeless eye's trying to break-
The surface for a breath of fresh air,
Fighting so hard to survive somewhere,
There's a dream,
It's caught up in the slipstream,
The backward turbulence of everything iv'e been through,
The violent remain's of a melancholy muse.
A deep, deep fear,
It seem's the whole world's out to get me,
No one understand's the pain i feel,
I can't break the shackles,
Or cut myself loose from the inverted thought's,
My mind keep's trying to abort,
The non-sensual madness that is feeding off my mood,
Deep within the shadow's of a melancholy muse.
I vaguely remember a smile,
That once crossed my face,
A long time ago,
When i was still so beautiful,
Before the torment blackened my soul,
So where did that person go?
I don't know who i am anymore,
Each time i look in to the mirror to take a good look at myself,
I don't recognize the person staring back at me,
So i slip back into the coma of a melancholy muse.

Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013

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Silence, Emptiness And Confusion

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed.

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here.
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber,
Melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray.

Emptiness builds a home in this women
In this girl,
This child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes,
And eats away at every connecting thread.

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone,
Exiled,
Different and disdained.

Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013

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Beast



Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013

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Freedom

I am a Jewish boy 
I wonder if I will ever survive 
I hear people screaming and crying 
I see skinny people with shaved 
heads 
I want to see my family 
I am a Jewish boy 
I pretend to smile 
I feel very scared 
I touch something that feels like a 
rock 
I worry if I will ever survive 
I cry when I see dead bodies 
I am a Jewish boy 
I understand someone ought to die 
I say people will survive and 
freedom will come 
I dream that I will survive this 
catastrophic event 
I try to save other people 
I hope for freedom 
I am a Jewish boy

Copyright © Vinnie Magnani | Year Posted 2013

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Madam Vampire

Like a burning wildfire she has only one desire
she will flood herself with blood like a blooming rosebud
She will never inquire about her victims despair
or care of their demise as she hides behind her disguise
She will lure with beauty pretending to be pure
as she starts to secure and endure for more
She moves at night with no sign of fright
for her only lust is to strike and bite.

T Reams for my niece Alexis

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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battlefield

As I stand in a empty street,
Uncontrollably out of my mind.
As the demons rise,
Returning to take back there,
So called pride. 
Don't see why I even tried.
There all way to fried ,
In there own state of mind.
Stepping into the shadows ,
As da voices get louder ,
Waiting for reality ,
To come back together ,
Shortly after I seem to 
Stagger...

Copyright © Chelsey D Moore | Year Posted 2014

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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence




Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, While Words Will Always Hurt Me

Nothing is turning out like I wanted it to.
Everything is now black and blue.
Wrist cut up with a sharp blade.
Blood rushing out like it's being made.
Thoughts of death running through my mind.
Nothing is clear to me, I am blind.
What's going on?
Scissors are suddenly being drawn.
My end is near.
I can see it start to appear.
What you thought were funny jokes.
Made me want to choke.
Prank calls, blocked messages, statuses all calling me names.
You all have caused me so much pain.
Whore, slut, *****, cow, fat, ugly reappearing in my head.
I don't know what to do anymore but lay in my bed.
Who am I supposed to turn to?
I have no one but you.
I dream at nights about not being here anymore.
I don't think I'm a whore.
I have a plan now.
Explain it to me now.
I've got a gun.
It's all been done.
I'm leaving now.
Goodbye everyone, Goodbye forever.

Copyright © Breanna Curry | Year Posted 2013

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Family love

How popular and loved are you? 
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,                                    
or those who give you hugs when they see you.                      
              
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,         
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted.                                                
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,                         
how many can you call when you out of bread,                             
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark.                                               
How many who actually follow you in real life,                                 
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,                                                      
how many who whatsapp you, 
facebook you without seeing your status updates?                        
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive.    
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb 
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that  describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today.  
                                                              
Your friends used to be, 
are posting picture of their families, 
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,               
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,                     
how lonely can it get?                
How lonely are you?                          
Maybe you don't need any of that, 
maybe all you need is family love,  
I may not be the smartest, 

but I have shoulders to give, 
I have tissues to wipe away your tears, 
because I am your family.
we are here for you

Copyright © Ncumisa Siko | Year Posted 2014

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HONG KONG starlet YIN CHOI YEE

`      HONG KONG starlet YING CHOI YEE..
Which is that flat?
What and where are you that you come from.
What breed? Are you weaned? I am breadwinner only I might. How about you our beloved witch YING CHOI YEE?
Put a smile on face to please. All are moneys ease as you can look so good and lewd on bed or life.  Can defended are likely none. Claimants that represent HONG KONG government play a prank and joke in court.
Signs and seeing views of policeman witness just is not queen evidence this time. Who then can prove that she dispose a bag of cocaine away from her car windows.
Who is triad?
What is coke?
Singer also starlet goes up smiling face to please her nabob friend. Seemingly she must please them with sexes and cokes.
Look so good this ways are something bad. 
Friend of she as this is very eminent business men and building landlord keeping many flats.
Which is that flat?
Where you come from?
Ways of made argots is not such as only those for cow.
Those are words from me that use to calm you down with much their wants.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------- 
       
 

Copyright © cheung shun sang | Year Posted 2013

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Fall

         Fall..
Fall in battles acts for china tyrants all by nemesis bring to them by ways of good or gods. Battle arrays come for nothing fun. Jokes about the wars are not so easy. Juggled history may hide our ethnic sins. Free the Tibet must be good. Hard and harsh are battles forms. Like a spasm our tyrants need to fall. Front and ranks are falling lines. Puffs of winds are tyrants’ heats. All except are rights are laws are upright sues.
Most are struck off one bodily also get the infected with names on books of true reviews of history.
Dirt removed is something clean. Ways are clean and laws should clean. All debugging all are faults in china tyrants’ life. Judges on sides have bribery panels. Mostly they obtain hireling claques for all their fable shows with history. Each of us should wonder what is cost for tyranny killing. Where are gods? What is nemesis? Foremen laws are franking stamps. Laws so contrasts are equal laws and upright justices. Do it always there.
Double dealing all are something bad.
Social ethos some are wrong.
Cultural pluralism some are good for heads to toes.
Cultural tyranny all are fowls that inhumane.
China manic ways will like the politic infiltrations. Reddish dominatrix tyranny comes as evil jokes.
Made destabilize upright put for shaking some for wrong doers are better worlds.
Laws should destined just and more for human right.
However sometimes Destiny might be cruel. What will gods to say about the more detached of china evil troops? 
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------       



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Copyright © cheung shun sang | Year Posted 2013

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The city

Forever setting an casting this life. Forever weeping its sunda as she crashed and put her self at bay. 

Hide away weeping and creeping always seeping. Never to see the light of day. For every morning weeping for ever creeping up thy path. Rusty gates  lay at bay. Creeping open at a whisper !!!!

The city stands tall at a glance she will never fall. The people fight for the right to strand. But they seek no darkness. And seek no creeping path of sunda. To feel the warmth off this slumber. As they sleep this nightmare away. 

The city sleeps but never weeps as she lay in rune. Waiting for her people to walk her streets once more. The city shall stand tall. And shine with all her might as the people return once more.

Copyright © Andrew Smith | Year Posted 2014

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The storm ends

Quite silly to
During inclement
Birds on the hill
Announcing the
resentment
Blessings for
disappeared
Water and stone not
working miracles

Not the rule
Although some
Not effectively
contained
And no smiling
Possibly reduces
Souls
Loads tears.

Puzzled stripes
In south and breeze
And the dissolute
No one else to turn
Affected continuous
The Hobo
Also fell in
quicksand!

But are persistent
The wrath of Heaven
Impatient that
perhaps
With the integration
of tikatik ...
The roof
the beach
And the plains.

And also quite tired
The grain
In nearly depleted
Cause stubborn and
rebellious
That attacks
In shy grass
And shoots beyond.

Allowed to
Re reign
Among those in
The brilliance of
passable
And blaze of
aggression
Heat of dawn,
In the world of the
living!

On standby
In the air
The cloud
To spread scattered,
And love dancing
Adjoining the thirst
Lost souls.

Ledge already
favorable
The Mysteries
And mystery machine
Stumbling
Insisted stand
Over the world
As hell!

Tomorrow morning
show the moon
To impair
Although clarity
Stare and think,
A light wind
In promising fields!

At night reign
The day head,
And the rainbow
Eager to sit
Notes and stars
Who love
And enjoy!

Not drown
On the strength of
false conflict
And not widows anode
The rose and leaf
Cause brutality,
nalalaos
Despair is running
out
Ends the storm!

Copyright © jaira Cadenas | Year Posted 2014

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nuclear bomb

blinding light 
rolling thunder 
fires from the gates of hell

Copyright © matthew thompson | Year Posted 2014

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the beast and me

There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Autumn sense

   Autumn senses..
Turn a leaf that fly to ground.
Like the surf that must be round.
Loosen minds are Autumn- minds.
Rove to Eden does no sins.

Drift in winds are Autumn- senses.
Cursor ways are lights with ends.
Surface dust is Autumn- skies.
Autumn life is easy pies.

Pollute worlds have polluted airs.
Filthy messes are not so fair.
Autumn scenes are worlds that stained.
Social stairways need to think.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---------- 

Copyright © cheung shun sang | Year Posted 2013

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My Sorrow Is My Curse

My sorrow is deeper,
Than the ocean.
The agony I feel,
Is unbearable,
A pain I cannot withstand.
It’s like a great burden, 
Has been placed on my shoulders.
I can no longer bear the pain,
Of the past and present.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

My sorrow grips my soul,
In an icy hold,
Dragging me down,
Into the dark, unforgiving abyss.
The pain grows steadily worse, 
Each and every day, 
Every second that passes by,
Every minute, 
Every hour…
Just burns another hole,
Into my heart.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

The sorrow,
Is tearing me apart each day,
Little by little,
A part of me is worn away.
By the time,
I have finished growing,
There won’t be any trace,
Of whom I once was.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Each day,
My pain grows steadily worse,
As every person,
That comes near me,
Always has to leave my side, 
One way or another,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Time is running out,
I am no longer,
The sweet, innocent child,
That I once was.
I am almost gone,
Disappearing into the void,
Full of anger and hate,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Trying to find a way, 
Out of the darkness,
But to no avail. 
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Vows that cannot be replaced,
Are broken without a second glance,
Promises of hope,
And love,
Are wrecked and crushed.
Nothing is safe anymore,
There is no one to trust, 
Nothing to grip on to,
My hold on trust,
And on life,
Is slowly ebbing away,
My sorrow is my curse.

My last hour draws near,
Here in the dark,
No one else is around,
Forever alone,
My Sorrow Is My Curse. 

Copyright © Serina Hetrick | Year Posted 2015

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Hanging on the rope of depression

I was sad and scared, in the middle of the silence, hanging on a string of blades 
that is about to snap, a mirror in front of me, cries beneath me, depression was raging around me.

Copyright © Emily the band geek | Year Posted 2014

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Moon Light

The moonlight brightens up the night
With all its strength and all its might
Nights so dark but moon so bright
It glows upon my house just right
When it's at its peak of height 
That's when it is at its purest white
It is such a gorgeous sight
A sight to see 
Just for me
Always got me wondering
I wonder about outer space
And how its such a beautiful place
Has so much history
Yet still a mystery
So much to explore
I want to learn more and more
Want to get down to it's core
I think about this at four
Four a.m. and I see the moon
As shines upon my house 
And cast light throughout the world

Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2013

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downheartedness

Depression
Loss of ambition
Looks like I’m on a mission
Or some sort of a competition
Is it the end?
Should I be where I stand?
I cannot understand
I’ll just smile and pretend…
Looks like I’m lost
Not completely but almost
Disoriented, adrift and scared most
No way to hide or to escape from that ghost
Hunting me day and night
Making sure I don’t feel alright

Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2014

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own shadows

Some people love to live in their own shadows
where they can be who they want to be because they are afraid 
of what others will say about them....
 It's not easy to live happy these days 
because people love to bring you down... 
Even your own friends doubt you

Copyright © amjed alaa | Year Posted 2014