Mental Illness Isn't a Pretty ThingMental Illness isn't a fashion statement.Mental Illness Isn't a Pretty Thing1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet, some people are treating it.
Like cuts are a new clothes line or fashion trend.
Look at me, I am so edgy I cut into my own skin.
Over and over again.
I’ve had an old friend come up to me,
To show me the angry marks on their skin.
They laugh and say,
‘I’ve got so much anxiety!’
But if you are so stressed,
Why are you laughing?
Like it’s nothing.
Anxiety isn’t funny.
They brag about ways they’ve tried to off themselves.
Saying they keep special pills,
On the shelves on their dressers.
But never actually touch them.
They say they’ve almost put bleach to their lips.
They laugh about how they’re so anorexic you can see the pelvic bones
In their hips.
And the people who actually are sick.
That need to be taken seriously.
Sit back and watch in confusion.
As these kids go around spreading their messed up illusions.
We’re asking ourselves,
When did cuts become shiny, b
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.i.to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub:
in the magazine I own that published your story,
they blurred out the crime scene photographs,
erasing your face and
the full curves of your breasts.
some part of me wonders
if you would have wanted this,
or if you would have liked for
the public to see you in your final moments,
half-soaked in grey-looking water,
your hair in strings, glued to the porcelain,
eyes closed and mouth gaping,
no breath stirring, no bubbles rising.
sometimes when I look
into the depths of my bathroom sink,
I hear your voice
(or what I imagine it to be--
after all, we never met).
you sit on the edge of the toilet seat,
and chat to me about the weather.
I would give anything to hear your real, living voice,
to ask you what you were thinking
as you lowered yourself
into the tub, queen of the tendrils of steam,
and let your lungs deflate like old birthday balloons.
on the news they say that your autopsy
revealed three quarters
of a bottle o
the last poem i write about my depressioni want you to know that it took me yearsthe last poem i write about my depression1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
to figure out the worst part. cause, sure, there’s
so many bad parts, there’s so many moments
when dragging air through your mouth feels
like letting in all the water. your body becomes
your own battlefield, your mind—the most
ruthless enemy. it does not cut corners.
it will not spare you. it will leave
no summer-tinted memory untouched.
every exit sign looks like a suggestion.
if you ask someone if they are happy they will say yes
but they will not look you in the eyes.
you will never learn how to feel permanent.
you will drink grape juice and try to remember how it felt
to be holy. you will not think of yourself as wholly,
you are not complete. something vital is missing.
some dark monster has been feasting on you
when you lay down for sleep.
these are bad moments. these are scars that mar your skin
like tattoos that have too much meaning, like a map
of all the dirt roads you’ve walked down.
some days i can
Six Word Stories~She's far stronger than you think.Six Word Stories~1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you: three deadly words.
Be careful; she's a delicate butterfly.
Can't the peace overcome the hate?
You and I, we are perfect.
His lips are warm, for now.
Hold me until dawn's subtle light.
He's rare, don't loosen your grip.
Your lethal words aren't welcome here.
You mean the world to her.
Use more tact the next time.
His heart is torn to pieces.
You only gave her shattered glass.
He had my heart held captive.
I Noticed That You Killed YourselfI saw that you drowned in your blood again.I Noticed That You Killed Yourself1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saw your wrist sliced into shreds,
amber water filling the tub to the rim.
Tell me next time so I can bring a boat,
so I can sing your elegy as your breath
escapes your throat.
So I can proclaim your cowardice to all who will hear,
so I can disguise my own anger with
words of praise to their ears.
Perhaps I'll swim away with you too,
but I'd rather not I suppose,
you left me too soon.
I guess this is a goodbye, at least it's not in phony text.
Though I would've loved it if you
told me, that the girl I loved would permanently make me her ex.
I guess my love wasn't enough to save you,
late nights at your window, or coaxing you to eat,
meant nothing to you.
Hours of listening and wasting sleep,
staying with you until exhaustion brought you peace.
I guess my determination wasn't a necessity.
Perhaps I should have taken the knife,
but the one time I did that, you nearly took my life.
So I'll watch you sadly as you drown in your blood,
and I'll sad
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...It Was Never You...2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
Guilt that eatsMaybe I should have questionedGuilt that eats1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
why your teeth always chattered
like fingers clicking on a typewriter,
and why your fingernails
looked as though faint, blue ink
had bled through
but who questions anything
at the age of sixteen
and maybe I should have noticed
the lunches you spent
or listening to music,
as you gave away your lunch,
because you said
you were not hungry-
and I silently thought
more for me
and maybe I should have wondered
why you walked through the hallways
with pockets of graphite
under your eyes,
as your knees knocked together
like keys on a lanyard:
and maybe then
I wouldn't sit here with guilt
that eats at me-
like you never did.
She told me to write.She told me to writeShe told me to write.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I did.
But now I'm left in a pile of poems and prose
That no one will ever get to read.
Feeling more emotions than I have in years
Too afraid to let them see that side of me.
My lies are bigger than I am now
So I walk in their shells
Attempting to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
She told me to write
Because what I make is beautiful
That the way my words twist and contrast
Make her interested.
That my raw emotion speaks to her
But she only saw my most prized pieces
Would my average work disappoint?
She told me to write
To let others see how I feel
Express myself in a way
That maybe they can comprehend
And attempt to understand.
But how can they possibly understand
When I'm too afraid to show them
What I actually feel like.
She told me to write
To work towards being okay
To continue putting one foot in front of the other
Because it was the only thing keeping me alive.
So I tried.
layersi.layers3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met a girl today
who was not golden-haired or blue-eyed,
who was not straight-nosed or full-lipped,
who was not long-legged or slender.
instead i met a girl
who sang full-bodied notes in both soprano and alto,
who spoke like a king and walked like a queen,
who had a body curved like the moon.
and that was okay.
i met a boy today
who was not muscular or broad-shouldered,
who was not charming or charismatic,
who was not tall or dark or handsome.
instead i met a boy
who had a memory like an elephant,
who wrote like an angel and drew like Monet,
who could churn out sums like a calculator.
and that was okay.
take a good look in the mirror:
and remember that what you see—
the imperfections and perfections;
the roll of love around your stomach;
the diverging forks at the ends of your hair;
the delicate sprinkles on the bridge of your nose
—is only one layer of who you are,
all of it
(all of you)
is okay, too.
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,Fictional Characters1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it
The ConstantEveryone pretend to be kind to others, they speak of peace and love, they wish you the best, when in fact, in the depths of their hearts, they remain insidious.The Constant2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are always variables, things that may you like it or not, but I'm here today to tell you about the only constant I know: you.
What I am sure in this life, is that I did not come to this place just to see you, as our meeting was a happy coincidence, but to achieve a dream that will put us away from life itself, to achieve a life after death at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that the blindness in your eyes can't last forever, you will have to open them one day and realize that in your whole life, I've been at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that you should not worry, because once we dream together, not even your demons will find us.
What I am sure in this life, is that I can continue with my empty heart, or a life full of your love.
What I am sure in this life, is that being by your side the sky has a
FreedomWe were bornFreedom3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the world
around us. Now,
we're just trying to
Break the chains
We built for ourselves.
...And Then There Was OneKeeping you alive under my wing, there's another anthem that we sing. When we come across what they will breach, there's another sorrow that we keep....And Then There Was One4 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This is not the way we run systems! Don't deceive, we will never give in! Sabotaged by your only wisdom, which you use against the forgiven!
I won't surrender, never again! I never thought this could be the end, of the victims you've made to defend, your mischievous lives we avenge!
Anybody could do the same thing, but your intimate endeavors bring, hatred amongst those who always sing, the ode of demons in the ring!
I'm in love. His stirring blue eyesI'm in love.2 weeks ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
are like an intoxicating drink,
Which casts my soul
into a hopeful stupor
In agony do I wait for him
to notice; to look at me
kindly and to smile.
Oh his smile!