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He Doesn't

She has already shed a tear

   For he doesn’t have a clue.

He thinks she’s strong,

   For he doesn’t see it clearly.

 

She’s seeing things in the future’s perspective

   Causing her to think about them soon.

It’s getting serious each second,

   But the question is

   How much time can he sacrifice?

 

She always understands him,

   He barely has time for her.

How can they make it work?

   Can they survive?

For he doesn’t have a plan.

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I can Help You [Poestory: Poetry + Story]

Trust me without any doubt,

I think I can help you out.

 

What’s a friend for?

If he can’t assistance provide,

When someone’s in need,

Of it for sure.

 

Share your problem freely,

With an open heart,

Please don’t get hurt,

After expressing the feelings to me.   

 

I don’t know,

If I’ll be able to entirely unravel,

Your trouble,

Yet I can be of much help to you.

 

Even if I fail to resolve the tragedy,

That you’re in,

Won’t it still be fine,

If you share your grief to feel stress-free?

 

Will you please speak your mind,
Leaving all your fear and suspicion behind? 

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His Eyes...

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Miscellaneous

I look into eyes

that light sparks in my soul,

like the dying embers

of an untended fire.

They soothe me,

calming down the raging waters

that crest with in my soul,

They ignite me

burning their way across my flesh

and searing their memory into them.

His eyes do things,

that my mind in unfamiliar with,

he has started this revolution

That spreads like wild fire

Threatening to overthrow

the balance I have worked so hard

to achieve,

as though I am constantly

walking on eggshells,

the ones His eyes

have managed to crack....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Something he shal never see,

only for the eyes of you and me :D

 

This is about a guy ive known for.... almost a year that sets my heart aflame. I will probably never show him this

 

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Can't Stop???? -Title help needed!!-

Folder: 
Depression/sadness

It started so innocently...

 

Just 3 small, 

small cuts,

placed carefully upon 

my left wrist.

 

And I figured it would

just be that once.

 

But I was wrong.

 

 

That was almost 5 weeks ago,

and I have kept going.

 

Gone a couple days

without making a mark,

 

but then I'm back again,

somehow...

 

Somehow I've gotten a blade

back into my hand,


I have cuts in places that

I would never have thought

I would ever have a cut!


I cut here,

then I cut there.



I don't cut deep,

I stay on the surface, 

too scared to go deeper,

and, frankly, I don't need to yet!



Oh what have i done?

Why did I do this?

Now... I don't know how to stop!

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The Battle

Am i leaning?

This weight on my shoulders....

It is too much to bear.

Am I losing?

This aching battle, It's getting the best of me. 

Am I hurt?

It's hard to tell,

If I'm even okay anymore.

Is it too much to ask?

Ask you to save me.

To lift this burden.

World, I am tired.

Of this black and blue mentality.

fighting, lusting, chaos

Everyday I wake up.

Wake up hoping

pleading

begging,

To sit up straight.

Do not feel sorrow,

Just help me.

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suddenly

suddenly you're this person, this 'adult'

and suddenly you're talking to younger persons

the way you remember grown-ups

talking to you when you were a kid

and it's all happening so fast

and it's all so scary and unknown

 

and suddenly you feel proud about your job

(even though it's nothing like you ever imagined)

even though the unfulfilled dreams of

what you originally 'wanted' to do

is all that fills your sleepy head at night

and sometimes you have nightmares

about never doing anything good

or artistic or honest

but they leave your mind as soon as you wake up

 

and sometimes suddenly you wonder what you're doing here

why are you setting an alarm

why are you checking your email

why are you dressing up for that meeting

why are you mixing too much sugar into your coffee

 

this isn't 'it'

this isn't anything

 

sometimes suddenly you remember those nightmares

sometimes all the caffiene you consume leaves you nauseous

sometimes you get sad and it makes no sense

to anyone else but you

 

and you want to run

and maybe hide

mostly just so the nightmares will stop

but also because you know you have

something to contribute

but you just

don't know what it is yet

This love is treacherous

 

I stayed in a psych ward for a few days because of breakdowns I keep having.

I cut a lot and deep. I didn't have music, facebook, no electronics while I was

staying in the hospital...all I had were a pen and pieces

of paper to spill ink all over”- Amanda Day

 

(Feb 10th, 12:20 P.M)

 

Lies never tasted so good,

never melted so sweet,

a perfect sunset in the bare eve,

never did the dawn of day yell at me,

don't close your eyes,

safe and sound,

you'll be alright,

the dawn of eve sings of sins and truths,

never before did

the Raven look so black,

never did the crow caw so

loud,

so loved,

as a feather falls from the sky,

the petals dance on her lips,

tears fall upon her eyes,

fragile as a glass vase,

this day dream is dangerous,

I love it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I stayed in a psych ward for a few days because of breakdowns I keep having. I cut a lot and deep. I didn't have music, facebook, no electronics while I was staying in the hospital...all I had were a pen and pieces of paper to spill ink all over”- Amanda Day

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Enter My Fear

All of the welcoming emotion suddenly dies.
and the darkness shrouds the land in only misery's cries.

 

Enter grief!
A timeless ocean. 
Trapped of despair, trapped without relief
Enter the moon!
Endless racing of the thoughts.
Including you alone, trapped dead inside an empty room

The dead is holding you stiff once more!
Staring into your eyes, never have you felt so gone before

The time comes again, to pit against all that is you
Will you ever find the part of you that is actually true?

Paint the sky bleak
Consider everything we cannot speak

The one painting with the sun I painted as a child is lost.
Reality has broken the barrier, this is the ultimate cost



 

Help for humanity

(READ)

Its not about things getting better

that would be to simple

its about the reasons behind improvement

no one but you can feel happy

everyone can feel this way

to reach that state of mind

all you have to do is

drop any other thoughts

pick up your dreams they exist

they need space to inhabit reality

drop the thoughts

you don’t love

 

they love you not

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hello 

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