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Mar 2014 S

Anxiety

Mar 2014 S

Sydney Noxon

Anxiety

It pushes down on your chest line a thousand pound weight,
unable to get out from under it.
Tears form in your eyes and your heart pounds in your
chest and you can’t breathe and you feel
trapped in your own mind
desperate for an escape
clawing your way to the surface without prevail.
Stuck within the labyrinth,
every turn you take thrusting you deeper into a puzzle that you cannot solve.
Your worst fears come out to attack you at your weakest,
When you can’t defend yourself against their evil.
There’s no help for you.
All you can do is tread water and hope not to drown.

Written during an anxiety attack.

Mar 2014 S

strange

Mar 2014 S

morgan

strange

it's just so strange
he used to love me
and now he's just
a stranger who happens
to know all my secrets

Mar 2014 S

she knows

Mar 2014 S

morgan

she knows

she's sixteen
and can already
tell you everything
about self destruction.

she can tell you how
to dress fresh cuts,
in the dark with
makeshift bandages.

and which foods are
easy to throw up.

she knows a thousand
excuses; "i already ate
"im just cold"
"it was the cat"

she's learned to hold
all her feelings inside
until late at night,
and cover her mouth
with her hands so
no one hears her.

she's perfected
her fake smile.

and she's been taught
oh so painfully
to build her walls up
high, to keep everyone out.

Mar 2014 S

ironic

Mar 2014 S

morgan

ironic

isn't it ironic
how everything
that has saved you
has left you
bawling on the floor
of your bedroom
with the door
barricaded shut,
thinking nothing but
horrible thoughts.

Mar 2014 S

10w

Mar 2014 S

Donny Edward Klein

10w

If I was a 10w, there would be ten words.

Step aside Aristotle, a new philosopher is in town.

Mar 2014 S

Standing Near the Edge (10w)

Mar 2014 S

Krusty Aranda

Standing Near the Edge (10w)

As the train comes
I feel that I'm being pushed.

Mar 2014 S

Reality (by Ellen Ryder)

Mar 2014 S

Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr

Reality (by Ellen Ryder)

What is our reality?
Bulging waistlines and burger joints?
Sweatshops and religious fights?
Our poisoned food system and corporate profits?
Our jailrate is as high as Mao and Stalin.
These revolving doors and corruptions cannot blind us anymore.
We, the people, deserve to know.
People who hate, depreciate.
The fact is, who can we trust?
Certainly not our bankers,
but what about the Chief Executive Officers,
full of evil and greed?
What about Rana Plaza and Tazreen?
Burning bodies to ash.
And they can get away with
burning bodies?
There was the Holocaust
and then...
there was now.

I saw this girl's poem and automatically related to it. Thank you Ellen for letting me use this poem...although I wish you didn't go. :(

Mar 2014 S

Untitled

Mar 2014 S

Caitlin Driscoll

Untitled

You make me want to damage my lungs and liver

10 w

Mar 2014 S

someday (10 w)

Mar 2014 S

Miriam

someday (10 w)

someday i'll
fall asleep
to the sound
of your heartbeat.

Mar 2014 S

if i wanted to jump

Mar 2014 S

Andy KittySmasher

if i wanted to jump

Why is it, when I like someone
I'd give them my all

I'd give them my heart
If theirs was missing

I'd give up my lungs
If they stopped breathing

I'll do what you need
Whatever it is

Bit stop!
Would you do the same?

Would you give me your hand
If I wanted to Jump?

Would you step out in the rain
Just to save me?

When I look in your eyes
I think you want to

But when I watch your actions
I know you're scared

Don't be afraid
Of the things inside

Don't doubt my love
There is nothing to

Open your heart
And see what's within

Show me you care
And would die

*For me