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The poetry of my life.

December 17th, 2017by onlyoption

I use poetry to help me heal by processing events and emotions. I’d like to start sharing it, but I’m not sure the content is suitable for most poetry forums. so I’m posting it here, as it is a safe place for people like me.

An all-consuming desire,
a rage bubbling deep within,
a need- twisted and contorted though it may be-
needs to be fulfilled.
to be set free.

with an ancient elegance, a cunning
that exceeds the silver fox’s,
with eyes of the playful devil- its unlocked

snapping her neck with a skilful stroke,
feeding snakes between her lips
flicking on the switch that brings her
back in to the warped fantasy that is his.

a …

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Her Timeline

December 16th, 2017by SilentVoices

Before she was aware, she moved across seas. Of course she wasn’t aware, she was only 3.

By the age of 5, she knew something wasn’t right. Protecting her siblings while her parents fight.

From K to 12 she struggled without support. But even with uneducated parents, her grades were in good report.

Her home-life however, left much to Desire. Constant fighting and screaming and emotional fire.

At the tender age of 8, she would lie in bed, wishing she were dead.

Withdrawn and silent, she turned 14. Dragged to the psychiatrist for her mind to be seen.

Finally diagnosed with Severe Clinical Depression. She was given drugs, but to her …

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When I was Gay…

December 14th, 2017by lunachild

When I was four

My mom would squeeze me into a suffocating dress

With ruffles that would make me itch

Like pins and needles jabbing from every stitch

Until I ripped it off without a sigh

While a tear rolled down my eye

 

When I was seven

My mom would paint my nails

Colors of a blooming flower

And for that hour

She would restrain my small hand

Becoming as rough as the sand

Until it became dislocated limb

One I could never put back in

 …

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constricting vines

December 13th, 2017by dsaucy

constricting vines have me
strangling my throat
cage my heart
pin my limbs down
the ashes are here now, insular and broken
when self doubt is at the forefront of the mind
when one is disinterested in everything
when the idea of a good life becomes a nuisance
the only strong desire is a silence
there are solely destructive ways to make it quiet
starving and imprisoned
i will one day leave this place
i cant wait for the day i am sated
short sighted infatuation became something to see through
teenage naivete smashed, the beauties became mundane
the absurdity of the experience leaves its marks to my arms
other people became too confusing to even begin to understand
other people became …

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being your illness

December 12th, 2017by onemorehour

 

 

i lost my grip about 5 years ago, i started thinking that everyone i loved hated me, that they would leave me, and so i pushed them away.

 

i had been through a lot of trauma with the people i loved, people we loved had killed themselves and as we always took life as it was a little harder than the rest, i thought they would understand, that they would stay by me as i had stayed by them, that they might help me out. they could not handle it and i manifested the abandonment through my paranoia and dramatic cries for help that no one …

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The Poem No. 2

November 28th, 2017by Quiet_Silence

The Poem No. 2
How do you feel?
Well,
I don’t
Said the man in the mask
With a lovely sorrow in his eyes
It’s a nice day to imagine things that are not present
Presently,
He concurred
It is also a nice day, for a fresh leap of faith into hell
Beggars can’t be choosers
A chooser cannot be a beggar
A lovely day
A.

 
Here is the translation:
A Perfect Depression (is it possible to find a more cancerous poison than I?).

Only relief
No tears of grief
Shall be felt at my passing

Let the sun beat
One last ray of heat
Before I am gone

Alternatively, salvation
A word full of mockery, damnation
‘Tis only a fool who believes

–—–

In this perfect sorrow
There will be no …

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The Poem.

November 21st, 2017by Quiet_Silence

The sum of my parts

An algorithm

I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be

Torture has been provided, always free of charge

And I will not build up

My attention, to the creation…

My hunger is now ashes on the dust with scars chasing at

My heels

Play soft rhythms of destruction.

(Despite a plea.)

 

It’s not the anything that will kill me/(The sum of my parts)

Answers, why/(I am an algorithm)

Blood boils thick/(I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be)

Itching emptiness in every single corner/(Torture has been provided, always free of charge)

Hate is my loyal greedy friend/(And I will not build

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thinking of him

November 12th, 2017by tribulation

and you will stay awake

alone and in the dark

for hours on end

waiting for him and wishing for him

while hes sound asleep,

not wasting a single thought on you

 

 

and when you finally get some sleep,

he’ll wake up

and his first thought will be of you.

his first feeling will be regret

for not seeing you when you were right there.

do not go back when he comes for you

or you’ll be wide awake,

wishing for him once again

when he re-forgets you.

 

t.a.-g.n.

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My Suicide Note Was Addressed to You

November 5th, 2017by greyghoste

Even after every day you didn’t talk to me. Every day you told me you hated me. That I should leave and never come back. After every day I tried to say I was sorry for my shortcomings, and every day that you never forgave me. Every day you never apologized for your own shortcomings, for the bullying and the heartbreak, for every time I tried to share my life with you only for you to throw it back in my face. Every day you told me I looked like a whore when I put on make up when I didn’t feel confident; every day …

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Rock Bottom

November 5th, 2017by greyghoste

The worst part about finally achieving the happiness and contentment that you’ve always dreamed of is feeling it slip through your fingers. Feeling the hand that had found purchase in salvation lose its hold and force you back over the edge. Feeling the safety harness around your waist and in your chest snap. Feeling yourself slide down the steep slope you’ve fought your way up for years. Feeling your fingernails tear and bleed as you fight for purchase on a cliff so smooth you can see the scratches you’ve made reflected in your own face. Feeling your body hit the ground so hard you’re not …

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13 Reasons Why Response

October 31st, 2017by 13reasonswhyresponse

Darkling I listen

Suicide – it’s something I’ve thought about for a while, but only from the perspective of escape. It seems like a way out of all the pain that is life. Most people don’t experience life this way so they won’t understand when I call life pain. “Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.” So true, Mr. Goldman, so true.

Anyway, I started watching 13 Reasons Why without any expectations other than the main actor reminds me of a young Freddie Price, Jr. Am I dating myself there? Probably.

Probably no one will read this, and that’s okay. In

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Sometimes Dying on the Inside is Harder

October 28th, 2017by greyghoste

Do you know what it feels like to have the last person you would say goodbye to if you killed yourself tell you that you’re a terrible fucking person? I’ll tell you what it feels like. It feels like your chest caving in on itself, your throat being torn out by the vocal cords, and your heart being crushed under the weight of unspoken words. It feels like fresh makeup running in lines down your face and like each heartbeat is a damnation, an act of sin. It feels like dying in the worst possible way and makes the noose you tied from your

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Suicide Notes

October 28th, 2017by greyghoste

Sometimes, late at night when I can’t sleep, I read suicide notes. Maybe it’s a morbid interest in what people’s last words to the world were. Maybe it’s finally being able to sympathize with a group of people, even if they’re all dead. Maybe it’s my way of preparing for my own note. I don’t know what it is about them, but I love to read suicide notes. I’ve read so many in the waking hours of the morning that they seem to blend together. Like the one from the 16 year old boy begging his parents for forgiveness. Or the one from the old …

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Virtual Reality ( VR ) , Artificial Intelligence ( AI ) , Transhumanist / Transhumanism , space travel , mutations : to escape this boring reality , boring real world , boring real life !

October 28th, 2017by niki

Virtual Reality ( VR ) , Artificial Intelligence ( AI ) , Transhumanist / Transhumanism , space travel , mutations : to escape this boring reality , boring real world , boring real life !

Human’s imagination is better than reality !

Movie / Movies is better than boring reality , real life , real world !
Game / Games is better than boring reality , real life , real world !
Comic / Comics book is better than boring reality , real life , real world !
Novel / Novels is better than boring reality , real life , real world !
Science fiction ( sci-fi ) is better than …

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Twenty.

October 25th, 2017by AmandaBen

One.
For the sadness that lies deep in my heart,
And for the freedom that’s about to start.
Two.
For the hurt I’ve felt for 6 long years,
And for those long nights filled with tears.
Three.
For the emptiness I always feel,
And for my soul that will never heal.
Four.
For the broken smile I always fake,
And for my joy that always seems to break.
Five.
For a life I no longer want to live in,
And for death to take over and win.
Twenty.
For my last breath I will ever take,
And for my eyes to close and never to wake.
– A.B
Just a little background information: The countdown are not seconds, or time in general. 
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Still alive, not sure why.

October 20th, 2017by shatterediris

Noone cares, I’m unwanted

By their smiles and stares I am taunted

Are they fake or are they real?

I’m left crying into my meal

Hurting, dying from inside

Flirting with the divide

Between life and the void

Maybe if I was employed

I would be happier

But life keeps on growing crappier

With every breath

With every blink

I feel like I’m living death

I’m on the brink

Help me please

I need it

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Forgotten Feelings

October 20th, 2017by kellinandrew

I have a lot going for me. I have college ahead and an amazing boyfriend. He gives me the world and loves me more than anyone else has. I know that I love him. But it feels weird sometimes because I go through these moments where I don’t feel anything and I don’t like it. I love him more than anything but when I feel nothing, I am so mean. I forget that people have feelings and I lash out and act like a flaming ****. I hate it but when I’m this way, its like I’m moving through a daze and I am just …

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October 17th, 2017by Hadouken

 

Lost within a physical vessel,

A small smudge under the surface of a mass blur.

Blindly assisting the devil,

pupeteered for darkness to occur.

Suppressing lights purest gift,

The essence to life itself.

Pleading for you to seal the rift,

 

When will you answer yourself

 

 

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October 16th, 2017by Hadouken

Within our created walls,

we seem to falter.

To others we seek,

Comfort and shelter.

But it is you whom needs you the most.

Inside you hold the diagnose.

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Attempts to be meaningful?

October 9th, 2017by whynotorwhy

Someone came by

and started to peek behind

this smiling mask I had,

and when they saw the broken pieces

hiding behind it,

they began to pick them up.

I found that behind their smile

lay a thousand shattered pieces.

One by one

we are putting each other back together.

 

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