Poetry & Art

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  January 25th, 2018 by visual eyes

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  January 24th, 2018 by visual eyes

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  January 24th, 2018 by visual eyes

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One too much

  January 23rd, 2018 by pylon

Your days are numbered
One, two, ten…
Not long before
You’ll see, again
Close now, shhh
One, two, ten…
Not long before
You’re over

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  January 23rd, 2018 by visual eyes

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Too young to die but too broken to fly-M.E.

  January 23rd, 2018 by Letmyheartsing

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  January 22nd, 2018 by visual eyes

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Pork Soda

  January 20th, 2018 by thetrashmen

So I got out of the adolescent unit of a behavioral health facility


I’m lost.

I went purposely, y’know

seeking help.

And I got some?

I felt so optimistic

so productive

whilst I was there

but I got picked up last night

and now I just

don’t know what to do or how to apply anything?

There’s so much to fix

so much to get past

and it seemed so simple there but now it’s just


I had it mapped, planned in the abstract

and no way to truly accomplish anything.

I’m trying so hard to get it together and I’m so pissed that I can’t fix myself in a day

but Rome fucking burned in one.

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  January 18th, 2018 by c-ta

i’m sort of bored and out of touch with reality as per usual at this point but i just thought it would be sort of nice to post some past kinda sad things i’ve written, i guess they’re like poetry but it’s mostly random thoughts. I think the last one resonates the most.


i’m scared i can’t meet anyones expectations, including my own maybe.
but that doesn’t matter as much
if that’s correct i’m truly sorry and i’d do so much for anything to stay the same.
i’m just worried overly most likely but i can’t just ignore my anxieties

spontaneously wanting to die and feeling even a little disconnected …

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What’s today?

  January 10th, 2018 by Mosaic

I will be strong,
I made up my mind

So why look back,
Theres still hope in sight.

Day by day,
Step by step

These little things I will never forget.

I once was weak,
But this is my day

I will be strong,
Get the fuck out my way.

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Exit Sandman, Enter Goodguy

  January 9th, 2018 by goodguy

Hi guys, its been only one week since i found here and i feel a lot better than ever. I feel like i have a family in here. I have learned a lot from you guys. You guys are my heroes. I hope youre doing well.

I have said this so many times, and im sorry if im saying it again( i apologise, im young and unexperienced) :
Please Read These books. For god sake!:))
They helped to revive. I haven’t used any med (i couldn’t) until now but books about philosophy or other science majors.

If you don’t give a f*:
Mark Manson – The Subtle Art Of Not …

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something I’ve stumbled upon


ironic, right?

  December 31st, 2017 by iamdarling

i ate a fortune cookie. the fortune read,

‘if you would have managed your plans properly, it would not have caused chaos.’

ironic, right? as, it hits pretty close to home.


Full of hope

  December 30th, 2017 by shatterediris

In a world full of people,

Filled with hope.

In a world full of needles,

Filled with dope.


Hope dies when a mother

Sees her son as a different color

Lifeless in his bed, undercover

Like his habit, now discovered

And she has another

A tiny boy, a little brother

By her feet, his eyes are covered

He shakes, and convulses

Mom cries, there are no pulses

He was dead at least all day.

That’s what the medics say.

He wanted to stay

While they went on vacation.

They missed him for the whole duration.

Excited on the drive back home

Didn’t know they’d be left alone.


In a world full of people,

Filled with dope.

In a world full of needles,

Filled with hope.


There’s so many people. Yet no one to talk to.

  December 20th, 2017 by hollowchest

How is it so possible to feel so alone.. when we’re supposedly so connected.. I go here to vent to rant to just get it off my chest. Say something anything even if nobody’s listening. Even so, it’s way better than bottling everything up in my soul. Feel like at any moment I’m ’bout to blow. Where’s a gun when you need one? All I have is this imaginary one replaying in my head. The sweet release of death. Oh how comforting it feels. Like home. The warm embrace. The darkness where everybody acknowledges who I am. Among the ones who felt the same. Wish …


The poetry of my life.

  December 17th, 2017 by 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 …


Her Timeline

  December 16th, 2017 by 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 …


When I was Gay…

  December 14th, 2017 by 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



constricting vines

  December 13th, 2017 by 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 …


being your illness

  December 12th, 2017 by 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 …