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HarleyQinn_2
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Poetry Contest

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so to all of my poets i had a life paste of thoughts of suicide go through my head do to depression,i would   i know this comp is no joking matter.... when thinking or doing a suicide. i had a friend die to to a suicide,suicide is no joking matter.i made this comp in the memory of one of my close friends and to tell everyone if u ever feel like you have nothing u do your very loved by family and friends and by me also,love you all.

RULES:
1.) write a time when u felt like u wanted to do a suicide or felt like doing one.
2.)tell me what was your thoughts.
3.)can be a depression suicide/.
4.Must Be True ,No Lying
5.In The End How Did You Over Come In
6.) In the last  paragraph have a good happy ending on how u handlet with whatever u went through
7.) New Or Old Write
8.) Have A Tittle A Top
9.) can be a friend/family/you or whoever
You Have 1 month,get going poets! Enjoy

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† † † †THE BROKEN/THE STRONG

I sat there for what felt like a lifetime...
A LIFETIME....
LIFE...
A play on words riddled my clouded mind as my heavy heart held an even heavier knife
Thoughts fogged my judgment
I was caught between the "wrong" and "right"
Wrong...
-I felt as if I didn't belong
-I felt as if I was the only ONE
-I felt as if every road I've taken
lead to a dead end,
Instead of home
HOME...
A place they tell me I'll never see
Just because I "chose" to "be"...
Chose...
Choice...
As if I had a choice in what [who] my heart longs to give itself to

Long have these winding roads been...
Reflections revealing passageways to what I've lived through,
and what I've seen
This life I've lived,
I've lived with honesty
Honesty...
I couldn't lie to myself any longer than I could the world
The World...
A place seemingly so cruel to oppresse the "bruised" and the "broken"
Broken...
The pieces of me are what caused me to stop and think...
For I found myself broken
BUT in the most beautiful of ways
So I stayed...
I stayed...
I stayed for the pieces of me that were to be left behind...
Left behind...
The peices were found in all different kinds
-They were in my mother's laughs and tears
-They were in those moments where bravery conquered fear
-They were in the lives of the loved ones who've touched my life
-They were in those, like me,
trying to befriend the "knife"
I chose to stay...
I chose to see another day
Because tomorrow could be better
I chose to see past the darkness I found myself in
And instead search for the stars above me...
Above me...
These "problems" were NOT going to be above me
For who am I to walk away
For if I should stay
I might just learn to keep these demons at bay;
Help another wanderer
who may have also lost their way
Their way...
I chose to take my chances
Find and carve, from them,
my own path
-instead of flesh
I chose to rise
and cut only the gravity weighing heavy on my wings
I will not be barred to this silent existence
So I learned to live loud and proud
For all of the pieces of me in the world are a work of art
We all have this masterpiece of heart
So when the demons come for you...
When the darkness says,
"you're through"
-Look for the stars
For they know who you are,
in your heart of hearts
Look for the peices of yourself
Peices that are spread out amongst the world
Look for them
And with them find your strength
For this life is brief
This life is worth living
This life is worth the time and effort it takes to weave from it your own truth of "be-ing"
So "BE"
Never let anything but gravity weigh you down
Take it day by day...
Day by day...
This life is YOURS to be LIVED
....LIVE
...LOVE
...LIVE
...BE
WE are the BROKEN
but...
WE are also THE STRONG

WE BELONG

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❤️❤️❤️

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prestonGibson said: † † † †THE BROKEN/THE STRONG

I sat there for what felt like a lifetime...
A LIFETIME....
LIFE...
A play on words riddled my clouded mind as my heavy heart held an even heavier knife
Thoughts fogged my judgment
I was caught between the "wrong" and "right"
Wrong...
-I felt as if I didn't belong
-I felt as if I was the only ONE
-I felt as if every road I've taken
lead to a dead end,
Instead of home
HOME...
A place they tell me I'll never see
Just because I "chose" to "be"...
Chose...
Choice...
As if I had a choice in what [who] my heart longs to give itself to

Long have these winding roads been...
Reflections revealing passageways to what I've lived through,
and what I've seen
This life I've lived,
I've lived with honesty
Honesty...
I couldn't lie to myself any longer than I could the world
The World...
A place seemingly so cruel to oppresse the "bruised" and the "broken"
Broken...
The pieces of me are what caused me to stop and think...
For I found myself broken
BUT in the most beautiful of ways
So I stayed...
I stayed...
I stayed for the pieces of me that were to be left behind...
Left behind...
The peices were found in all different kinds
-They were in my mother's laughs and tears
-They were in those moments where bravery conquered fear
-They were in the lives of the loved ones who've touched my life
-They were in those, like me,
trying to befriend the "knife"
I chose to stay...
I chose to see another day
Because tomorrow could be better
I chose to see past the darkness I found myself in
And instead search for the stars above me...
Above me...
These "problems" were NOT going to be above me
For who am I to walk away
For if I should stay
I might just learn to keep these demons at bay;
Help another wanderer
who may have also lost their way
Their way...
I chose to take my chances
Find and carve, from them,
my own path
-instead of flesh
I chose to rise
and cut only the gravity weighing heavy on my wings
I will not be barred to this silent existence
So I learned to live loud and proud
For all of the pieces of me in the world are a work of art
We all have this masterpiece of heart
So when the demons come for you...
When the darkness says,
"you're through"
-Look for the stars
For they know who you are,
in your heart of hearts
Look for the peices of yourself
Peices that are spread out amongst the world
Look for them
And with them find your strength
For this life is brief
This life is worth living
This life is worth the time and effort it takes to weave from it your own truth of "be-ing"
So "BE"
Never let anything but gravity weigh you down
Take it day by day...
Day by day...
This life is YOURS to be LIVED
....LIVE
...LOVE
...LIVE
...BE
WE are the BROKEN
but...
WE are also THE STRONG

WE BELONG

thanks for  being the first to entry, love your poem u have wrote

FallenAngle
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Nightmares.

I held the rope with shaking hands
tears blurring my vision,
but though my sight was impaired
I finally saw no end to his reign,
with his hands dripping of childhood innocence
took hold of my dreams
and dragged them to the deepest pit of Hell
his demonic soul could create.
My nights that I had once embraced
now became a beacon for the demons to gather
and take a piece of me as a reward
as I saw his grin flash before my eyes,
even though his abuse finally ended,
even he knew he would control me to the end of my days.
All those nights I spent staring at the moon
as if the light could break through
the cracks that had begun to grow on my blackening soul
before I finally succumbed to the lure of sleep and all its nightmares
of childhood monsters, peadophiles and family that laughed downstairs
as I cried into a blanket upstairs.
I took a breath and tied a noose,
He's finally won, he's finally broken me
and claimed the soul that he couldn't take before
I can take no more and I can no longer play his games
I don't know why I tried to fight,
he won the minute his foot touched the stairs
as he followed me upstairs.
His hands were always there
reminding me of how I became a woman at just six years old,
the time he held my head beneath the water
when I tried to speak out,
all my efforts were in vain
because monsters always win.

But as I put the rope around my neck
I knew I couldn't let him win
and I had to fight
because he couldn't be allowed get away
because if I didn't fight
then no one would.
I would be the one who became his demise
I would be the one who makes him show his true colours
I would be the one who ended his charade
I would be the one who won.
So I took the rope off and I closed the eyes,
welcoming my first of many nightmares of my childhood demons.

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FallenAngle said:Nightmares.

I held the rope with shaking hands
tears blurring my vision,
but though my sight was impaired
I finally saw no end to his reign,
with his hands dripping of childhood innocence
took hold of my dreams
and dragged them to the deepest pit of Hell
his demonic soul could create.
My nights that I had once embraced
now became a beacon for the demons to gather
and take a piece of me as a reward
as I saw his grin flash before my eyes,
even though his abuse finally ended,
even he knew he would control me to the end of my days.
All those nights I spent staring at the moon
as if the light could break through
the cracks that had begun to grow on my blackening soul
before I finally succumbed to the lure of sleep and all its nightmares
of childhood monsters, peadophiles and family that laughed downstairs
as I cried into a blanket upstairs.
I took a breath and tied a noose,
He's finally won, he's finally broken me
and claimed the soul that he couldn't take before
I can take no more and I can no longer play his games
I don't know why I tried to fight,
he won the minute his foot touched the stairs
as he followed me upstairs.
His hands were always there
reminding me of how I became a woman at just six years old,
the time he held my head beneath the water
when I tried to speak out,
all my efforts were in vain
because monsters always win.

But as I put the rope around my neck
I knew I couldn't let him win
and I had to fight
because he couldn't be allowed get away
because if I didn't fight
then no one would.
I would be the one who became his demise
I would be the one who makes him show his true colours
I would be the one who ended his charade
I would be the one who won.
So I took the rope off and I closed the eyes,
welcoming my first of many nightmares of my childhood demons.
.
thanks for entrying.loved  ...

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SAVE ME

Chains binding me
With every attempt to escape
The chains tighten to keep me down
These demons fill my empty purpose
With ways to end me  
Tears filled my soul
Screams going unheard
Save me please
Save me from these suicidal thoughts
That too often I visit from this cold room
Ready to send me to my final doom
Whispers from every direction
do it
it will take away all your pain
Beretta Nano cocked and load
Ready to soothe  the pain
Save me please
From these thoughts
Because they are clouding my better judgement
Save me from this selfishness
Screaming for someone
Anyone...
But my screams go unanswered
Because my words didn't fall on listening ears
I am alone
In this puddle of my own tears
Save me
I am calling out to you
why don't you hear me!


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bathwater

the blacks of my eye
as dark as the thoughts that float in my brain
slowly, as the bubbles of soap glide among my naked flesh

between my eyebrows, my skin crinkles as i squeeze my eyes shut
my nose moves up towards my forehead
and i plunge my head underwater

each bubble, a thought and memory pushing me further under the water
a rope, twisted around my throat, forcing me

my father once told me sound travels best underwater
but no one had heard my call each time i tried
and there is no call to be heard

i was unable to look out of windows without wanting to jump
unable to look at people without praying for a pistol to reach my palm
useless was i to the world
unwanted was i to him
as easy as it was to leave me, it was to die
and tonight i let it be

i had left no note, no farewell, and no will
no footprint left for someone to wonder who's it was

my lungs sore, shivering, praying for oxygen
suffering, i allowed myself to remain beneath water
my eyes closed, head down
as if i were waiting for a bomb to blow

then i opened my eyes at the thought of

him.


i brought my head back up to the surface,
only to repeat it again the nexf night.

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SURVIVE

If you want to get even
With those that are mean
Don't entertain thoughts
Of committing suicide


Live
Donít Die


And make
The other guy
Want to commit
Suicide †


The best revenge
Is living happily ever after


Last November someone close to me committed suicide.  I posted a poem in DU as a catharsis, titled 'Father of Waters,' but Iím far from getting over it.  So forgive me for offering this personal note.  When you commit suicide others around you also die, if just a little, deep inside.   Not only your loved ones, but others who were forced by circumstanced to participate in this horrible act.

Coworkers, acquaintances, friends, neighbors and first responders will be haunted forever by the question, ďwhat more could I have done?Ē  At the risk of sounding callous, suicide, with a few exceptions, is one of the most selfish things a person can ever do.  Because just before you pull the trigger, jump or empty the bottle, the only one whoís feelings that you are considering, are yours, and yours alone.

So if you contend that you have the slightest bit of empathy or sympathy, than donít commit suicide.  Instead, survive.  Youíll empower your friends, family and acquaintances, and greatly disappoint your enemies.

Sorry if Iíve offended anyone.  But I wrote this with a sincere and aching heart.  



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disconnected thoughts ~ [//in the guise of a poem
(X)//]


how long
how long
have you forced me
to hold on
*
save your breath
against my lips ~
some people
aren't meant for this world
*
though buddha says
we die each night
to be resurrected
at dawn ~
[i'm]
still here
still numb
stillborn
//

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MULE

Draw the seared tracks in pools of his
Lethargy one minute, through dwindling
Piles of emeralds & rubies, the next.

My nephew Kyle could've been anything.
A mulatto baby out of wedlock,
Not in the social outcast sense, but

In the way his (also) mulatto father
Abandoned him, after trying to kidnap him

From his mother in a parking lot in
Broad daylight, traumatizing him at age 3.

He was beautiful in ev'ry shade the
word is meant to convey. †

He became a child model, and appeared
In television bit parts and walk-ons.

Perhaps he would wind up on
Theater screens like his father. †
Seems incredibly long ago;

A length of rope seems as long when
Someone you love, with his whole life

Before him, opens his arms to free fall
Ev'ry minute for the following years,

Still dazzling me with his dimpled smile
That meant nothing to him.

Late last summer, with the hindering of
Drugs & drink, and clinical depression,

The drop from a freeway overpass
Was about to be the poster child for

Why innocence of the core often
Loses out on the slippery slopes of
Misguided intervention. †

Caught by the scruff of his black hoodie,
His physical body was pulled off
The barrier wall, and saved. †

But the soul we never see slipped through
And fell far below to the gravel road
Where tractors passed each day.

The images change like the chamber
In a revolver of Russian roulette
That holds the only bullet.

It's only one, but one is all you need
To snuff the third eye.

I don't care to have the other two
Now that I know that in his mind,
God's little drug mule's into fisting.

The last time I got to hold him
For what must have seemed to him
An interminable lapse,

I knew all we could hope for was
That he might stay alive.

I felt selfish to wish him to exist.
I would've wanted more if it were me. †

But for my sweet brilliant nephew,
His life was our loss, all of us.

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Rose Red

I Run a boiling hot tub
I sink into the heat and smile
I will bleeed red ease in a very short while...

I don't cut like an amateur
I slice down the blue inked leg
Of Rose, the Flamingo tattooed on my inner wrist
And then slit her throat..
My crucifix fix...

Lie back
And just float.....
In fluttered eye limbo..
The letting leaks the pain
The pain makes me feel something other than....
Than a ghosts touch memory
And empty inside

The slice and layered scars hide nicely there...
In Roses line of inked leg

She has a blue beehive hair
Doo do doo dooo...
You would never know
The pain she has been through....

She smiles with curly cat lashes ...
And hides my failures
Hides my old slashes...
And part of me knows...
I could off me...
But I will save Rose....

I lay and as my head lulls to side..
Red runs blissful swirls into tub
Beautiful..i sigh...

And then I see Rose
She screams..
Screams bloody murder at me!
And startles me from deaths dream...
Her neck severed below her beak..
And the peace of weak loses its serenity..
She has never done anything to me....

I must save Rose!
She has done nothing...
But stand in pink one leg pearched proud on my arm...
Giving off a pink cadilac
Retro charm...

So i stagger out on wobbly knees
As i walk it feels as if my steps sink
Into a floor of mattresses...
Head swoons hazed
I am dazed

The drips of warm red
From fingertips
Like cherry koolaid of Jim Jones flavor....
It Drips to floor in a spotted sanguine trail....
Will be a connect the dots of shame
In the light of day...
Yes tomorrow will be hell and humiliation...
But right now...

I must avert my eyes from my red prize..
And stitch Rose up again..
She does not deserve to die...




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