Poetry & Art

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Happy Birthday, Edgar

Happy Birthday, Edgar

January 19th, 2017by SeeSmith

On January 19, 1809, a small melancholy baby by the name of Edgar Allan Poe was born.

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Such a Lonely Day… Should be Banned.

“Such a lonely day. And it’s mine.” For crying out loud. Literally. It’s barely past noon and I’m sinking within me again. Hadn’t felt like this in a couple of weeks and here it goes again. It’s come to the point where I guess I must accept the fact that I struggling with depressive episodes… […]

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My Story

January 14th, 2017by 90Grayson

Hello everyone, my name is Daniel, and I think I’m going to commit suicide very shortly, I want to anyways, not sure if I will though, since things in life change so much, but I hope that moment arrives in a week or two. I don’t know where to start, I’m done trying to figure out why I’m like this, why I have suicidal thoughts, why I cut myself, why I feel so much pain all the time. It sucks, it really sucks to be this way, I don’t believe in destiny, but I cannot avoid feeling like I am trapped, and have absolutely no …

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Poem thing 8 (not tracking day anymore)

January 14th, 2017by shatterediris

I’m done tracking days, and also I decided every day is a bit much…. As these stopped taking 15 minutes along time ago and started eating an hour or so…. Which is fine….. I want to at least get to 100 this year though, which should be easy enough…. maybe next year I can aim for 200? but I have decided one every other day or so will be good…. at least 3 per week should get me to 100 this year right? ^_^ right?

Also missinglink (I think that’s your name) I did make myself some eggfried rice tonight, and it was quite lovely (well …

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Light at the end of the tunnel.

January 12th, 2017by darkestsoul

Is there light at the end of the tunnel? I’m not sure. It seems there is no end to this soul-wrenching darkness; and that’s exactly what it’s doing to my soul, burning little parts of it as though it were dark smoke blending into a starless sky. I hear whispers in my ears, they say they can help me find the light—I refuse, they light my skin on fire instead. I welcome the smell of rotting flesh and agonizing pain, I hope that my red skin can illuminate the tunnel and help me find my way. I hear them whisper again, coaxing me, telling me …

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Poem 7 (day 9) Argh, no creativity tonight

January 11th, 2017by shatterediris

I just can’t think creative thoughts tonight, probably because I spent it doing other fairly mentally taxing things…. And the lack of food I doubt is helpful -_- oh well here it is. (I did eat a lot of instant noodles though, thanks missinglink for giving me an idea to actually season it myself and such…. I added onion, lime (which for some reason I do have and forgot about) and a few dry spices that I have, it was much better than it normally is ^_^)

 

I’m thinking way too hard

Suffering from writer’s block

Ideas dead, in a graveyard

I must practice to unlock

What’s hiding inside of …

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i ache

January 10th, 2017by who_even_cares

i ache for waking up restful for once

i ache to be beautiful again

i ache for the one ive killed with my selfishness to come back to me

i ache to be finished with school

i ache for even a drop of confidence, the slightest amount of assurance

but mostly i ache for the hollowness inside me to be filled.

with love, or death.

whichever comes first.

 

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Poem 6 (day 7) Still on track

January 9th, 2017by shatterediris

That’s my new naming convention I hope that it’s okay. I guess this one’s about bed? O.o No idea it’s 12 lines which seems like an odd length, even though it’s even *rim shot* -_- *feels super lame* I really like the first 4 lines in it, I am certain I will probably use those somewhere…. -_- Thanks for reading it if you do.

 

Nighty nights, go to bed

Make sure that the demon’s fed

Keep dark thoughts from your head

While you lay awake in bed

Fear the monsters in the dark

They smell your blood like a shark

They’ll be sure to leave their mark

When your room and mind is …

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Friend turned Foe

January 8th, 2017by thislifewasnotmeant4me

I Insisted on slowing my racing mind..

My addiction at first was my saviour..

Now it’s become a loathed enemy..

I never wanted to become reliant on a drug..

I wanted to like me – I wanted to feel normality..

I didn’t want  to know me when I was straight..

When I was straight I always needed reassurance from myself that the thoughts I were thinking or emotions I were feeling were those of a fulfilled human being who was never ever insecure or unhappy or paranoid or anxious or unsettled or unstable – or anything like me..

 

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Day 5 (technically 6 but shut up) Poem thing

January 8th, 2017by shatterediris

Welp this one doesn’t follow a common theme or anything, no sense can be made from this…. Guess still better to have done something, it probably generates ideas for when (if) I want to make something decent and that has meaning and such…. Yeah I’ll go with that…. However I commonly just like to throw shit at the page until something decides to stay -_-

 

I decided on the scenic route

Because the world’s mean without

Provocation or hesitation

Altercation, decapitation

Seems to be commonplace

Kill those lacking a common face

That seems colder than deep space

Now I wait for Death’s embrace

Oh man, I’m a basket case

But I’ll die on my birthday

I’m …

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Shameful Existence

January 7th, 2017by thislifewasnotmeant4me

Not at my best..

Even if I am not at my worst..

Slight noise is deafening..

Sounds of chatter blast my eardrums..

It is nerve racking..

I am overly anxious..

Even though I am never calm..

My heart pounds as if it’s trying to break free..

It’s a wonder people around me are able to converse without hearing it..

My hands shake while I write..

I have to hold my pen tight..

And even then its still a fight..

 

 

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Day 4 still making shitty poem things ^_^

January 6th, 2017by shatterediris

Welp day 4 -_-

 

I’m cold, chills run down my spine

I’m mold, sour as a brine

But you know, it is no crime

To lie and say I am just fine

I lie in bed awake and cry

Until I start to quake and die

Why do I even try?

Why can’t I simply die?

Jump out the window and seal

My fate, go splat and congeal

I can’t wait, there are no brakes

Knees like jello, my heart aches

I am so mellow with this hate

Of myself and all the others

It won’t make me kill my mother

But I still feel smothered

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Day 3 poem thing (still on track ^_^)

January 5th, 2017by shatterediris

Welp this one was quick and easy to write, maybe because I know a lot of words that sound like what I used…. Or maybe I’m just in a better state to do this…. I forgot to time myself and just started writing when I looked up about 20 minutes have passed…. So I guess this took 20 minutes, but that did include proof reading and minor tweaks to it…. but still 20 minutes isn’t bad a bit over the 15 I give myself, but that’s mostly just to get me started I can take longer…. that’s more of a minimum that I want to …

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Welp I said I’d do it Day 2 Poem thing

January 4th, 2017by shatterediris

Grrrr I don’t feel okay today, and this took me thirty minutes and is worse than my normal low quality of shitty poem thing…. But I have to share it to keep the routine going, I feel like I’ll let it slip away from me if I don’t…. and yeah it ends weirdly but I was just done at that point…. It’s very kind of bipolar too…. Maybe that was my problem…. But I am hyper and my mind is pre scattered due to it right now…. But that’s an excuse, nothing excuses this thing’s existence -_- (I have always wanted to write a thing …

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My attempt at a new routine (Poem thing)

January 3rd, 2017by shatterediris

So, I decided I like doing poem things, and I should write them everyday…. So I’ve decided to set aside 15 minutes per day to write one really quickly…. I will maybe post a few here every so often…. Here’s the first one this one took me just under 15 minutes ^_^ it was actually pre challenging and yes I did use some sources other than my own mind every now and then (not much as they are so much slower than my mind is) I do hope this isn’t utter shit…. But Hey if it is…. At least if I keep doing this they …

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fuck

January 2nd, 2017by Darkspark

if i don’t figure something out by a few months ago, i will have gone insane

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What Does It Mean To Be Happy?

December 30th, 2016by kellinandrew

I know others have it worse off than I do. But does this mean I cannot grieve over my own life. I know this makes me sound bad, but just because one has it worse off than the other does not mean you cannot be sad about your own life. 

What does it mean to be happy? Is it the love I see when I look at the only person who loves me? Or is it the disgust I get when I gaze upon my broken mother and distant brother. 

My friends have long since

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gutter

December 29th, 2016by Saul_Plastic

another drop in the gutter
but i need a fountain to go
life progresses like my stutter
another day another show
just a face in the crowd
exhaling toxic breath
if you remember me
it’ll be for my death
coughing up cancer
sniffing up glee
and less is for you
because more is for me

i hide in the gutter
its wet like my brain
i’ve accepted it brother
i know i’m insane
i need it to rain
i need the fountain to flow
i need grass to grow
but i need it to snow

i need you for show
you look good on my arm
you look good in the pictures
i’ll do you no harm
except waste all your money
and leave you to cringe
really loved you honey
but …

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A Truthful Look at Suicidal Impulses (Reality, Documentary)

  It is difficult for people to understand the mind and behavior of those affected by true Bipolar Depression Disorder. Identifying, accepting and treating it in a child, that must be extremely challenging. If life isn’t worth living, it definitely isn’t worth dying for either. With all due respect, if you believe there is no […]

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Release me from here

December 20th, 2016by Jess765

What if death were beautiful?

 

What if we knew what was on the other side of the wall that blocks us from seeing what reality is like after we die?

Or if there is a reality at all.

I wish I had the courage to part ways with this physical realm, and venture into what comes after this. I have had enough of this place, this hardship and this torture.

And sometimes I think differently. Sometimes I want to see what happens next while I’m still here, rather than what happens after I die. Life can be beautiful as well, but my own mind is the villain in a …