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Palm against my chest,
The feel of warm flesh,
A fragile beating heart,
That came so close to ceasing end.
The sun rose and fell,
On a day stuck in the night.
Horrors followed the gloom,
Hope came from starless light.
Tears roared with anger,
From eyes soaked in wrath.
Trapped beneath four walls,
Where victory never passed.
Like a doll, soft and still,
In a corner, judgment lay.
Hands gripping the final match,
Of a selfish, losing act.
But dreams came and forethought,
A life well-lived and well-fought.
Love and joys and friends to be met,
Memories made eternal to be kept.
Unseen places and an unfelt touch,
Strangers and more waiting to be loved.
Impossible fantasy, never to be reality,
If one had chosen to have given up.
Slowly, the weapon is drawn,
To be put pack to where it belongs.
Take a heave and stand up once more,
Just breathe, get up, go, live on.
The feel of warm flesh,
A fragile beating heart,
That came so close to ceasing end.
The sun rose and fell,
On a day stuck in the night.
Horrors followed the gloom,
Hope came from starless light.
Tears roared with anger,
From eyes soaked in wrath.
Trapped beneath four walls,
Where victory never passed.
Like a doll, soft and still,
In a corner, judgment lay.
Hands gripping the final match,
Of a selfish, losing act.
But dreams came and forethought,
A life well-lived and well-fought.
Love and joys and friends to be met,
Memories made eternal to be kept.
Unseen places and an unfelt touch,
Strangers and more waiting to be loved.
Impossible fantasy, never to be reality,
If one had chosen to have given up.
Slowly, the weapon is drawn,
To be put pack to where it belongs.
Take a heave and stand up once more,
Just breathe, get up, go, live on.
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in the box
is a brain, removed from shell
disconnected
from signal wires. still viable (?)
maybe.
blue teeth and instant grams
and gallons of conceit;
our granular portrait no longer flatters
unless dull spots and imperfections are rendered
out in the wash--
we mask and filter, ask and answer,
bask in banter
understanding no one ever even thinks
to change the thought they've already had.
old news, rotten
if revisited. inquisitive
minds have nothing better to do
but second guess assumptions,
better than first-blush conundrums
that don't fit the formula we've written
for how the world works;
it's absurd to think
this is where our
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cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
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Telepathic
It was like touching the tentacle of a feather, something so soft and insubstantial that you couldn't even be sure that it was actually happening. Sometimes it felt like someone was watching you, other times it felt more like a faucet turning on slowly in the back of the mind. At other times it felt like a kind of distant radiation, of which you could only hear a vague kind of static, like the microwave was on in the other room.
It wasn't any of those things, of course. And while I hadn't come up with a name for it, I knew in the core of my being that it was a bad thing that was happening to me.
Unlike the state of the Beings, it is empty u
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Upon so much pain that gathered among the years and decided to hit me with one massive blow, a thought came to mind that I once thought stupid and cowardly. Suicide. It came to mind twice. I won't go into the problems in detail but they were so overwhelming I was losing my mind. A kunai sits in my closet. It was a gift from a friend. Being the Narutard that I am, I was so excited in getting it. I never planned on using it on anyone most especially myself. I just wanted it to end. Run away. End it all. I messaged a friend and talked about my problems. And there's a reason why she's my best friend. She didn't cuddle me like most would, she told me what had to be said dead on at that. She said that if I committed suicide, I wouldn't be able to watch anime. ever. again. And that I was being selfish not thinking about the people I was leaving behind. She also said that if I ran away, I'd share a toilet with a hobo. And that if I ever talk or think about that again, she would murder me herself. She gave me a link to a song. The lyric that stuck out was, "You don't have to carry the weight of the world."
I also told my aunt about my problems. She brought into light the things that are still to be grasped. Things that can only be achieved if one is alive. Now, I'm much better. I look on to the future and heck, life is already short so why shorten it? Besides, Naruto Shippuden isn't finished yet.
So I dedicate this poem to all you out there who feel like shit and feel like taking your life away. I dedicate this to those who are lost, hopeless, lonely and cast out. Live on. Be strong. You're not alone and you never are.
Like my friend said to me that Gintoki said:
"If you've got enough free time to fantasize about your beautiful death, why don't you just live your life beautifully till the end?"
I also told my aunt about my problems. She brought into light the things that are still to be grasped. Things that can only be achieved if one is alive. Now, I'm much better. I look on to the future and heck, life is already short so why shorten it? Besides, Naruto Shippuden isn't finished yet.
So I dedicate this poem to all you out there who feel like shit and feel like taking your life away. I dedicate this to those who are lost, hopeless, lonely and cast out. Live on. Be strong. You're not alone and you never are.
Like my friend said to me that Gintoki said:
"If you've got enough free time to fantasize about your beautiful death, why don't you just live your life beautifully till the end?"
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Emotional indeed..