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JR Rhine Apr 2016
Marching on thru our circuital seas:
A moat lurking beneath tremendous Facebook walls,
delineating our impalpable fortress of solitude (irony).

We slog through the trenches like Lee's troops,
drudging on a fatal course
to an awaiting Grant in Appomattox (destiny?).

Soldiers falling at the wayside,
from wounds, starvation, disease,
hashtags for dog tags draped around cadaverous necks--
Perhaps you can identify us by what's trending.

Had we the strength to shout,
and tear down the walls of Digital Jericho,
would we have been able to do it,
in 140 characters or less?
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
On the verge of suicide
Who would really care if I died
No one thats who
I just want to be through
A few might cry reflecting on there own lifes
But no tears for me, I was just a passerby
If I just disappeared would anybody notice
I'm counted among the hopeless
So very friendless
My life is meaningless
This life plays on my weakness
I am no longer fearless
I live in constant darkness
I'm sinking into the great abyss
And this tattered life I will not miss
So swallow down these pills I might
I'm really tired of this fight
The demons are gonna win this one
The voices I couldn't over come
It's to hard to fight them off alone
So the darkness has just grown
It was companionship that I craved
Don't leave any flowers on my grave
Lavina Akari Mar 2016
23rd March

the Earths surface becomes softer as the moons full face comes into my view.
maybe it is easier to dig my own grave at this time of year, i feel like there are already maggots wriggling under my old flesh.

this is a time for balance, this is a time for new life. birds peak through the cracks in their eggshells and the fresh
daffodils bud and bloom and reach out to the bleeding sun and ask him to love them and the sun replies "i do love you, each and every one of you"
he brings me new days but they go so fast that i
find myself getting dizzy.
i want time to stand still so i can catch my breath.

new life surrounds us the day my heart stops beating and soon
the warm spring breeze will catch my corpse and blow it away
Lavina Akari Mar 2016
January 24th

I have dragged my body through the first lunar cycle
on my hands and knees, pathetically crawling to my last days on Earth.
The illuminating moonlight bleeds through the clouds and covers the shell that I call a body like a blanket.

It's face is a wolf, prideful and strong and courageous
and I am so jealous of the power it has.

The silver light dazzles on my skin, warms me, clothes me
kisses every inch of me.
I feel its energy in my veins swimming in my blood as the wolf howls and its voice floods my ears
and I shine and everyone turns to admire my beauty.

The moon cannot shine without help from the sun,
and now I will shine upon them
fagaveli Mar 2016
it's okay to remember,
keep her with you

memories hurt
but they heal, too

at least,
I hope they do
Sarah Mar 2016
My words are all I've got. My words can show you who I am.
And also, who I'm not.

My words are able to build bridges.
And also to burn them.

My words are my shield, my sword and my armor.
But also my weakness.

My words aren't always wisely, but always true.

My words can show you my world. Or my hell.
Taylor Shelton Mar 2016
For the day I should have cried
I have been crying the rest in pain
Should have let it out
Why did I have to think to stay strong
Why did I have to be so stupid
Now I know I was so wrong
What if I let it out the day I should have had the most pain
What if I did not stand tall that day
Maybe some days we were meant to fall
To crumble down to our weakest forms
And let's all our troubles free
Instead stuffing ourselves like teddy bears
And then sewn on a smiley face
Only for others to see
Why do we think keeping that happy face is strong
When sometimes we need to let our emotions free
Instead bottling it up and instead of staying perfect
We turn out to be crazy
For my Aunt Janet
Vamika Sinha Feb 2016
i am strong.
i clutch my ribs on certain nights
because i might split open -
i might even spill.
my fingers stay tight
to keep me stitched.

i am weak.
i seal my tears in a jar,
let it sour and congeal.
i take my success
hard.
i love
unruly
Cody Haag Feb 2016
The leaves showered down upon the ground,
A beautiful rivulet accompanied by sad sound.

Crimson leaves that grew too weak to cling to tree,
Leaves that gave up and then flew free.

The tree is you, the leaves, your tears,
Caused by your demons and your fears.

I am here.
I am here.
No more tears.
No more tears.
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