Poetry & Art

For your poems.

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I Wish…

  March 27th, 2011 by Anna

The following is a short story entitled ‘The Euphio Question’ by Kurt Vonnegut. I sincerely wish that some device such as this existed. Alas, happiness is in actuality difficult to attain. My wishes are simple when lain against this very complex story addressing whether happiness itself, when reached by unnatural methods, is of any kind of value and whether is cheapens life’s existence. But, I digress… I hope you enjoy this story. Vonnegut is exceptional. This story is taken from ‘Welcome to the Monkey House’. Comments are welcome.

Ladies and gentlemen of the Federal Communications Commission, I appreciate this opportunity to testify on the subject …

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Who I Was

  March 27th, 2011 by Justathought

I was always that girl you’d never see sad. Always the one who’s happy. I guess I’m just lonely. I haven’t really had a chance to care about others. Never had a shot to be who I really am. You want to know who I am? Alright. I’ll tell you. It’s going to be in a poem. Not happy. It’s rough, but here goes.

Here I am, bleeding, washed up.

You, the fool you are, don’t realize.

Don’t see the demon behind my eyes.

Lurking, waiting. Waiting for the chance

to get out, oops. I let it out. I let the monster

take my hand, control my actions.

You know what it …

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First Poem

  March 23rd, 2011 by smiling on the outside...

Well I’ll be damned,

I’m still alive.

Still breathing,

Still thinking,

Still failing,

Still disappointing my family,

Still vaguely hinting few people I want to die.

Why?

Why can’t things be simple?

Why must everything I do become 200.0% more complex?

Why must I become the actor I never wanted to be,

The good kid at school you laugh with and smile,

The bad kid at home that can never be normal or happy,

The nerd that can help you with any homework or test,

The idiot that can’t do even the simpilest of tasks.

So I ask myself at the end of each day,

Wouldn’t it just be easy to leave,

In the long run, everyone would be better off without me.

Sure a …

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I Need You..

  March 22nd, 2011 by Skrattt315

Hey Guys..

It’s me again. I forgot to tell you my name last night. It’s Ashlie. I’m from California. And right now I really need some help. My mother and I got in a huge fight today at dinner, because I’ve been being harassed at school. Some kid threw a syringe at me in 1st period and told me that I was nothing better than a junkie. And over the past two weeks, the same kid and many more of his friends have been touching me and just being complete ass holes. I guess I’m writing to anyone who’s willing to listen because I’m really feeling like

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I survived a bullet to the brain

  March 21st, 2011 by holenhead

In 1995, I attempted to take my own life by, of course, blowing my brains out! If I had known then, what I know now, would I have done it? The answer is yes and no. Yes, because it forced me to get help and to change my life. No, because I am partially paralyzed on my left side and never will know if my life really would have gotten better if I could have just hung on a little longer. 

16 years later, I am sufferig from some small amount of PTSD over the event and now am having to deal with it all over …

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Chokers, cutters and… Nutters???

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

What the fuck is a nutter, first of all? Also, I am not a cutter, but wish I was one, but I’m also a *****. I choke myself instead and write depressing shit. Choking, not as in choking a chicken, or masturbation, but as in my own neck. I asphyxiated myself with my hands on my neck. Only problem is I can’t find anyone that’s the same. I feel even worse, jk, but I am pretty pissed off I can’t find people who do the same thing as I do. I check google, but only found celebrites doing auto-erotic shit and suicide methods. I want …

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A quote for when I am sad. Helps me not cry in public… T_T 

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

Ryan Smithson, Ghosts of War, quoted.

” I comptemplate crying, but that seems useless. What does crying ever really do for us? It doesn’t solve our problems. It doesn’t solve problems. It doesn’t make us run faster or shoot better. If anything, crying only delays our solutions to the problem.” 

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A dream of the love of my life who broke my heart by saying no…

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

(I use the notes section of my iPhone like a journal… I love this dream, wish I could sleep and re-dream it…)

Today, I had another dream about Nycolle. I don’t feel angry, or annoyed, but slightly happier. 
  It started out random, I was walking through a mall and ended up naked, then wore my blanket I was sleeping in an hour ago. I ended up at a game store, buying a random game, my mom came through the door took the game and disappeared. I walked with another naked dude and we talked, don’t remember, but I ended up having clothes on and went to his …

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My note to my cousin if I ever suicide or she goes back to Chicago… (it’s incomplete I haven’t updated…

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

Jasmine, you are an amazing girl and I wish I could stay on this planet, and be with you, but like everything I wish for. It is just a dream, a wish. I wish we could be together and I hope this place really is Hell because it’s the worst place ever. Theonly thing I wonder is why someone like yourself that’s so divine would be in a shithole like Earth. You are a beautiful and brilliant diamond in this shit. Why do you have an abusive, drugged, alcoholic dad and such a shitty life. I wish I could be with you at all times …

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Suicidal Army

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

we should ban together, instead of killing ourselves. Fight as mercenaries and since we’re suicidal then we won’t fear death and hopefully all die in a battle. Grab weapons (even though most of us want to end it right there when we get the guns) and kill. Fight in Iraq as a team of soldiers. Or become martyrs for some cause. Go to the extreme to show our support and be remembered for something other than the outcast who couldn’t fit in the puzzle called life.

I, as a leader, will fight alongside you to eradicate whoever stands in our way. I would be able …

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Just Another Statistic..

  March 21st, 2011 by Skrattt315

I’ve been through it all. I’m not kidding. Sit down and read this. I’m not a fake. I’m 15 years old and surprised as hell that I made it past 13. Since I was 12, I’ve been through rapes, murders, suicides, jails, hospitals, addictions, heartbreak,prostitution, eating disorders, honestly, everything. (If I left something out that you’re struggling with, let me know.) I’m currently still cutting. And I just got out of Juvenile Hall about 3 weeks ago, for the fifth time. The last time I cut was yesterday. I’ve thought about suicide everyday for the last 4 years. I wake up and think of ways to die. I

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All for you.

  March 17th, 2011 by snoochiez

Images burnt into the mind,
The scar leaving what’s behind,
Taking once what was mine.

I see a dark gloomy future of the past,
Asking myself if this will ever last,
Stuck in this endless void,
Within it is my trapped joy.

Screaming louder,
Not even you can hear,
Digging to find a single tear.

If you see me laugh,
Will you call me insane?
I’m just stuck inside this brain.
Is it so hard to ask for?
Your love?
My pain?
I love you.
No matter how much it rains.

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the poison of blood

  March 14th, 2011 by darkbloodsuicidalhoe69

the poison of blood
oh my wonderful drug
of poisonous blood
of pain

as i take the knife
all my tools are here

digging in deeper
clawing at the skin

i take a shaking hand
scarred , bruised and dripping crimson

i smile weakly at the long,sharp,claws

and dip them into my throat
as i try to rip out my life

any decency i once had…
shattered,faded,destroyed

its the poison of blood..
as it drips down my neck

i swirl my fingers around, dyeing them in scarlet

i lick the blood and tears

i want more

i want more…

i want it to be over

and too be never ending pools of poison

as i grab the knife…

i want more poison of blood…
i want …

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Suffer

  March 14th, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

Let me rant on again…
I’m a 16 year old male from California. That should do you enough good, right?
This planet, this beautiful (or my image of the paradise it was portrayed as) earth inhabited by life. Also inhabited are evil, greedy humans. They are parasitic creatures that prey on this planet’s resources and each other. I fully understand that there are good people, who make you think different, but think about the majority of the people, the evil, vile creatures. These people deserve to suffer, but why not let them suffer without me. I would much rather be dead than to suffer, but I …

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Alone and She Doesn’t Know

  March 10th, 2011 by SweetEmotions

I wrote this when I had cut myself the night before even though my girlfriend didn’t want me to. She didn’t know yet that I’d cut when I wrote this:

Sitting all alone
The emptiness inside me threatens to consume me.
The sting in my open wounds keeps me feeling
The bleeding doesn’t hurt
It’s knowing I made you cry that burns
Tears ooze out of the corner of my eyes
Acid burning my skin
I know I let you down
I know you’re angry
At least you would be if you knew
I’m sitting here alone and bleeding.

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loner

  March 7th, 2011 by Rocky90

Somewhere out there

While everybody else celebrates

There’s someone who won’t

He’ll go and visit a lonely place

In his favorite woods

Where he can sit down

and be all alone

Then he’ll listen to music of heart

And he’ll drink

and play with razors

So he can cry blood

For noone to see

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Blood flows

  March 5th, 2011 by Rocky90

Blood flows where tears dry

I cannot stop this

I cry blood

I hold this between my fingers

My reliever, my redeemer

My best friend

My only friend…

How do I describe

this splendor of pleasure?

…as i slide it

and apply pressure

Atlast I found it

A way out of this pain

Where talking fails…

where tears dry…

The blood flows

…and saves

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Nothing you can do

  March 4th, 2011 by Rocky90

You’ve pushed me

You’ve forced me

You’ve tempted me

To live like you and be your son

Just for your convenience

______________________________

You’ve violated my free-will

You’ve strapped me down

You’ve tried to break my mind

To uphold your sick principles

Just to preserve life at any cost (even soul’s death)

______________________________

Do you know how fragile you are?

Behind this mask

When all your anti-choice morals are broken down

you are nothing but insecure vultures

______________________________

Now you’re going to pay

Cause I’m praying for the end of the world

And I’m praying for earthquakes

I wanna see the floor

Beneath your feet give way

And release all your prisoners

______________________________

Now you will face it

You’ve failed on me

Ever considered love?

But its too late now (for i am …

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True Cry

  March 3rd, 2011 by LonelyEyesOfLostness

Her Lips, His Ear
Her Pain, His Tear
Both Taken Away From All Love Ever Known
Both Have No Place To Call A Home.
So As They Fade Into The Abyss Of The Night
She Struggles In The Noose She Wrapped So Tight.
He Stays By Her Side Just As Blood Trickles From His Veins,
Not Even Love From A True Cry,
Could Cure Their Pains.

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Demise

  February 27th, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

My demise… I wish there was something I could do to be remembered, but I am just lost. I wasted so much precious time playing video games, going to school, all that crap. That doesn’t mean I’m already past all that. I’m still wasting time. Wish I could go down with a bang, but I won’t, unless I suicide with a pistol of some sort. Hopefully a Colt… Or maybe a Revolver, just so my neighbor will remember how his favorite gun killed someone he knows. Ha, anyways I want to live and die fighting. I want to lead an army of outcasts(or some army) …

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