Suicide Confidence Poems

Confidence is a choice,
Preponderance of undue ignorance,
Tethered in tandem to wheels of spiny leathery,
Bumpy hairs click back at a finger’s flick.

Rotations earned from itself, but...

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In my empire of dust…
I sit on a throne built of ruined, rust 
I sit, n think about what has been lost

why do images come...

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I have been down that road,
The one of suicidal thoughts,
The doors I knocked on daily,
Suicidal attempts replaced those spots,
Got to the point in my life,
To...

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Unsettled Calm

Why am I writing this, 
when they say... 
really no one cares? 
I don't believe they are right. 
The more "they" try to prove...

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The fly and a writer

I was thinking of flies (Diptera). Wikipedia was of no help
wanted to understand why they existed?
I remembered a yellow fly was...

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As sex and scars, mascara covers
The blood n liquor mingles on the bar
Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors 
While dark dreams coalesce in...

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These... 

These are the days my friend, 
that we thought would never come. 
They are beautiful beyond belief, 
and they are moving fast. 
The seconds...

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Queen Bee

Buzz, buzz, buzz... 
Great Queen, I hear your song. 
Making honey with your workers... all night long. 
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid...

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Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin 
so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate.

I feel that dry course texture of alabaster...

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In a dark lens, light reflects… 
   Fast... Glowing!
     In the glass, it shows, darkly our world 
 ...

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Broken is the mechanical clock 
Broken is the bloody heart 
Broken is the memories of youth 
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and...

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shuttering fright housed inside
in one poof annihilating prejudice
(white privilege included) and pride
reducing to ashes trumpeting
self importance, where snide
persona grata becomes irrelevant
as does living social
or vacationing...

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black boxes
I have seen these
little black boxes
stacked neatly in 
the back of my mind
while the clock stricks NINE
these little black boxes
of mine divided by time
keep...

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Do they notice she's even broken 
No, she wears her pain as a token!
Places a smile in every direction,
Even if she doesn't get the same...

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I got no chill
I may sometimes kill
The people who still 
Wanna take the suicide pill.
Well everyone is a dude 
Who knows to be rude 
But...

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