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reaching

by JiminyCrispies 1/3/2016

written by JiminyCrispies

Tomorrow I go back to college. I haven’t done any of the work. Despite what my mum has been saying, it’s not due to me being lazy. I haven’t been able to concentrated, and I’ve wasted entire days spacing out and such (although a few people have told me it’s possibly depersonalisation or something -they have it themselves).

I’m not ready to go back to college, I couldn’t cope with daily life without the added pressure of college work. And I’m terrified of what my tutor will say about the work. It’s not like I can go up to her and be honest, saying ‘oh, hey, […]

1/3/2016 3 comments

Poetry …

by jadedkeizy 12/10/2015

written by jadedkeizy

I don’t know if there’s a reason I’m here
I feel the only thing that’s driving me is reason and fear
And seeing death to me conceivably near
So I don’t give a fuck what you think about me reaching for beer
I don’t worry anymore about what my friends do
I have a more urgent matter to attend to
Is there something there bigger when I die and vanish?
That weaves everyone and everything into a canvas
I’m not smart enough to think I have a resolution
I’ll never be a man with mediocre constitution
My father told me that blood and power intoxicate

12/10/2015 0 comment

Him

by Take a Deep Breath 11/23/2015

written by Take a Deep Breath

His mask- it looked as though smoke had curled around his eyes and his nose, daring to rest atop his cheek bones. Rosy lips broke into a blinding grin as he saw me waltz toward him. God he was handsome. A mope of curly black hair, suntanned skin and eyes so blue you could lose yourself in them. His dapper tuxedo emphasized his broad shoulders, long legs and toned arms… this man was mine. He rushed towards me and lifted me from the ground, twirling me round and round till we were breathless with laughter and life. I itched to peel his mask from his […]

11/23/2015 2 comments

Copper on the Tongue

by QuixiHubris 11/6/2015

written by QuixiHubris

here’s the thing about people like me

we have mouths that hunger for the impossible meat

and eyes that spin like hurricanes

the problem with beasties with reaching teeth

is we don’t know where to stop

we bite our hands down to splintered bone

and spit venom in the eyes of those who’d muzzle us

my muscles weep for a sleep beyond time

but my heart trembles in the face of a knife

people like me

we are doomed to chew ourselves to gummy sinew

and scream in the burning color of an autumn sunset

and never quite have the taste

for copper on the tongue

11/6/2015 3 comments

Am I selfish?

by Kakubetsuna 10/28/2015

written by Kakubetsuna

Some of my friends been calling me selfish for not being open and how I didn’t even share about what’s been bothering me. What they don’t realize is, it started with sadness but after a while I can’t even explain what’s wrong with me. Even if I do tell them everything, I already know what’s their comeback is. Some of them will be telling stories about how they struggled more before and come out alright. Some of them giving their successful friend as an example. I mean, really? I seek for any listening ears to my problems, my woes, my concerned, my sadness, my suicidal thoughts, […]

10/28/2015 10 comments

I, MrSilent..

by MrSilent 9/30/2015

written by MrSilent

Hi.. I am MrSilent. There is not much to know of me so I won’t bother with the details. I will give a very broad background of why I have chosen this name..
For years and counting, I have been silent. Silent of my emotion, silent of my thoughts and silent of my life and it’s duration. Recently, I’ve stumbled upon this community. I thought it would be quite interesting to be able to speak through text.. I have much to say but I will save most for later if I am still living. There is not a doubt that I am slowly collapsing, so, […]

9/30/2015 7 comments