missjem56
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 3:15pm
7th Dec 2024 3:15pm
A Flood
Tiny
dew
drop
tears
Forming
into
a
deluge
Drown
in
self
pity
by
Jemia
dew
drop
tears
Forming
into
a
deluge
Drown
in
self
pity
by
Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 00:07am
4th Dec 2024 00:07am
Barren
It's with sadness, and regret
Although it hasn't happened yet
That retrospectively, some later day
The sadness i'll feel, for missing this saturday
As i'[ve been feeling quite unwell
Missing saturday, will be like hell
No poetry, music, or dance
Illness will force me to miss the chance
My hopes are low, that i will go
Only time will truly show
Current signs, are none to good
I hope to make it, if i could
No winter wonderland to address
Just a winter barreness
Things currently looking bleak
That i'll...
Although it hasn't happened yet
That retrospectively, some later day
The sadness i'll feel, for missing this saturday
As i'[ve been feeling quite unwell
Missing saturday, will be like hell
No poetry, music, or dance
Illness will force me to miss the chance
My hopes are low, that i will go
Only time will truly show
Current signs, are none to good
I hope to make it, if i could
No winter wonderland to address
Just a winter barreness
Things currently looking bleak
That i'll...
#depression
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 11:53pm
2nd Dec 2024 11:53pm
it feels like...
It's the dry grass crackle
under bare feet
in the middle of summer
It's lightning cracking
on an empty horizon
lighting up the world
It's the tap tap tap of rain
on an unseen window
on a gloomy day
It's the smell of rot
when the storm stays too long
and the weeds bloom as the grass dies
It's the feeling of my fingernails
worrying a scab on my arm
that I refuse to let heal
It's eyes closed against
the beauty of today because
the ugly tells me I don't deserve it
...
under bare feet
in the middle of summer
It's lightning cracking
on an empty horizon
lighting up the world
It's the tap tap tap of rain
on an unseen window
on a gloomy day
It's the smell of rot
when the storm stays too long
and the weeds bloom as the grass dies
It's the feeling of my fingernails
worrying a scab on my arm
that I refuse to let heal
It's eyes closed against
the beauty of today because
the ugly tells me I don't deserve it
...
#apathy
#depression
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
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missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 6:03pm
2nd Dec 2024 6:03pm
One Way Ticket
Oft
When low
Switzerland
Seems like a place to go
Not necessarily
For the yodelling, or snow
Having a ball
Before ending it all
A slave
To the grave
A feast for worms
At least now rid of germs
The end of my non-existence
I should of died young
Guess i was a keeper
For the grim reaper
To early for my swan song
My life to long
All that awaits
Is age
And all the shit
That goes with it
by Jemia
When low
Switzerland
Seems like a place to go
Not necessarily
For the yodelling, or snow
Having a ball
Before ending it all
A slave
To the grave
A feast for worms
At least now rid of germs
The end of my non-existence
I should of died young
Guess i was a keeper
For the grim reaper
To early for my swan song
My life to long
All that awaits
Is age
And all the shit
That goes with it
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
190 reads
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 4:27pm
28th Nov 2024 4:27pm
A Hold on Me
something’s
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
#depression
#emptiness
#honesty
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
144 reads
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gracemarie
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 12:44pm
27th Nov 2024 12:44pm
A better place
The world would be a better place
if I wasn't around
I try to bring others up
but all I do is bring them down
My tongue is bitter
Poisoned by pain
I feel like it would be better if I never spoke again
I try to heal the broken hearted
by showing them I care
the fear sets in and suddenly
I can't stand to be there
It's too many deep emotions
Something I can't stand
So when the people I care about need me most
I let go of their hand
I stand back and watch them drown
Because my ability to feel deep...
if I wasn't around
I try to bring others up
but all I do is bring them down
My tongue is bitter
Poisoned by pain
I feel like it would be better if I never spoke again
I try to heal the broken hearted
by showing them I care
the fear sets in and suddenly
I can't stand to be there
It's too many deep emotions
Something I can't stand
So when the people I care about need me most
I let go of their hand
I stand back and watch them drown
Because my ability to feel deep...
#death
#depression
#emotional
#love
#suicide
215 reads
3 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:53am
27th Nov 2024 8:53am
Love Regardless
The crushing weight of emotions is sometimes too much to bear
They are not mine, but are from the loved ones of which I care
I hold this weight with all my might
so that their day should remain warm and bright
I am Atlas reborn
A man meant to weather the familial storm
I am Samson anew
It is a struggle that I wish they knew
They are not mine, but are from the loved ones of which I care
I hold this weight with all my might
so that their day should remain warm and bright
I am Atlas reborn
A man meant to weather the familial storm
I am Samson anew
It is a struggle that I wish they knew
#depression
#FeelingLost
#sadness
219 reads
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Spokenluv5
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:25am
27th Nov 2024 2:25am
We live
We are born with wisdom ,yet with little knowledge to our surroundings.
Like da concrete on the ground,
Recieving every crackle, thump drop pop.
We learn as we grow
To nuture everything in our nature.
Baby steps to every mistakes as the journey came along.
But life wasnt as simple as a song
Things sure riddle ones bones
Yet it starts at home
The world we see as one
Isnt equality to non.
People been biased,prejudice or homophobic
The goverment and da embassy
The judging without no jurors
No vision to the catastrophic ...
Like da concrete on the ground,
Recieving every crackle, thump drop pop.
We learn as we grow
To nuture everything in our nature.
Baby steps to every mistakes as the journey came along.
But life wasnt as simple as a song
Things sure riddle ones bones
Yet it starts at home
The world we see as one
Isnt equality to non.
People been biased,prejudice or homophobic
The goverment and da embassy
The judging without no jurors
No vision to the catastrophic ...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
87 reads
1 Comment
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:11am
27th Nov 2024 2:11am
Rachel
We're good at making things fit. The day grown soft from pain. Grown fragile and necrotic at the edges. The hurt in my body is not centered. I can feel it everywhere, snaking a brutal seduction through my limbs. The way certain adjectives feel on my tongue. I taste words again and again. Malady. Milady. Meanwhile the objects wait. The blue satin curtains with fringe tassels. The sad, leftover slant of the pillow. The ache in me, sinuous. Its endless, indelible perfume.
#depression
#sadness
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 1:21pm
17th Nov 2024 1:21pm
Just Hang On
I feel the pleasure
to replace the pain
and is it just a crutch
to survive?
It has been a tough go
this year,
this week
My spirit lost
in the thickness
of mounting issues
to deal with
and of course,
I want to escape
from it
this medicated heart
trying to pump enough
to pull through
the tension
to find value
in persevering
even if
if it is lonely as hell
I'm trying to see
that there is something more
beyond the quicksand
that is trying to pull me...
to replace the pain
and is it just a crutch
to survive?
It has been a tough go
this year,
this week
My spirit lost
in the thickness
of mounting issues
to deal with
and of course,
I want to escape
from it
this medicated heart
trying to pump enough
to pull through
the tension
to find value
in persevering
even if
if it is lonely as hell
I'm trying to see
that there is something more
beyond the quicksand
that is trying to pull me...
#depression
#hope
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
Goldy-992
David Gold
David Gold
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 8:44am
17th Nov 2024 8:44am
I Walk The Line
I walk the line between confidence and suicide, A delicate balance, a tightrope to abide.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
#depression
#suicide
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