Breathe Me I have to wind myself up, everyday, just to get out of bed in the morning. The frame shifts to a wind-up toy, vaguely reminiscent of the woman speaking. She continues, in a voice dripping with barely-contained pain, And I have to keep winding myself up. Back to her face, but mostly her watering eyes. Theyre a stunning shade of green. I feel a pang of sadness, then watch as the various warnings against taking antidepressants are listed.Breathe Me6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I scoff. Tracie shoots me a questioning glance.
I think these commercials are meant to depress people, I say.
I think theyre made so people who are depressed can relate, she counters. I glance down, and away. She raises her eyebrows.
Paper PeoplePaper people in a paper town,Paper People9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I pray the wind will blow them down,
I try to touch them and take them in,
But their paper edges cut my skin.
Paper faces, paper expressions,
Everyone clings to paper possessions,
Painted bodies and drawn on parts,
Just as dry as their thin paper hearts,
No wind does blow beneath the sun,
So by myself this shall be done,
Paper people in a paper town,
I light a match and burn them down
drugsset in obliviondrugs11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where worries fade
lost in the clouds
in a world you've made
and feeling alone
caught in the dark
you can't go home
friends reach out
to give you a hand
you turn away
they don't understand
family asks questions
and you say you're okay
you seclude yourself
and slip away
the drugs take over
and everything's gone
the drug's take over
and nothing's wrong
your life dissolves
before your eyes
but you've told yourself
too many lies
we've offered you help
and you always refused
so death comes to steal
the life you've abused
EpilepsyInhale.Epilepsy7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Count to ten.
Slow your pulse.
Slow your mind.
-Just in time.
You can feel my anxiety
When you walk through the door.
Air thick as butter,
You find me on the floor.
From my head to my toes.
My heartbeat slows
Pale as death,
I'm coming to.
Counting ceiling tiles -haven't a clue-
Twenty down, ten across
Adorned with roses, garden moss.
My mother's eyes find mine,
But her voice is far away.
I imagine her as a ventriloquist dummy
-deserted by her master's voice.
I'd run to her, if I could
Up and out of this electric prison
-If only my body gave me that choice.
Here comes water,
The ice burns in my throat.
I feel like Helen Keller
Could work her miracles on me.
Somehow, together, we'd beat this disease.
I've got the eyes,
Haiku: Finding the Right WordsIt is hard to speakHaiku: Finding the Right Words7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
when seventeen syllables
is all you have left.
777broken bird7776 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled up catatonic in his arms
bones made of brittle bus passes and torn business cards
(and frozen tears, and old stories, and tired lives)
his face buried in her fading hair, anxiously looking for
a response because this is what they call
town of luck, town of dice and neon lights, hold me in your favor tonight
somebody must succeed out of all those ruined lives, right?
DepressionDepression9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just One More
Before the Suicidal Tendencies
That Won't Let Us Be
Just Lets Us Bleed
Just to see us
Eyes bloodshot red
With the gun to our head
Just to chicken out
And be Depressed again
Syringe I watch the plunger sink under your thumb, pushing the substance through the syringe and into your vein. The needle has bitten into your I AM CELEBRITY tattoo. I remember watching when you got that tattoo. I remember you telling me it was for the part of you that wanted to compete and win; to be famous; to be a movie star; that wanted to be loved, that wanted to be everybodys hero; that wanted to be known, that wanted to suffer while every one watched and did nothing to save you; the part of you that craved drama, tragedy, and crisis. There are track marks all over that tattoo, and I remember watching when you got all of those, too.Syringe8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
With the needle still in your arm you look me in the eyes and say, I may get high like nobodys business, but honestly, I dont do drugs.
Maybe its the dragon I chased earlier lying to me instead of you. It must be those sharp teeth b
Bare BonesYou know that saying -Bare Bones8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About skeletons in your closet
Well I dont have mere skeletons
No motley collection of bones for me, oh no
I have a whole cemetery in my wardrobe
Row upon countless row of tombstones
Hiding the bare white bones of turmoil and torment
Scrawled on each marble slab is a significant date
Marking every occasion on which my soul was mangled
Every single day on which I suffered
Every night I was deprived of sleep
Every single time I stumbled to my knees and fell, weeping
Because demons came knocking at my door
And I had nowhere to escape
Oh yes the demons love me
They have made of me their whore
For I am weak and vulnerable to the vultures of degradation
And they love to pick my brittle bones clean
Pecking away every last shred of dignity and delight
And when they are sated at last
Flapping their harpy wings into the blackened sky
There I lie
A sorry and despicable sight
Quivering in a skeletal ball
Like a dying child
Hugging my knees to my bloodied chest
LifeIn this life of constant changeLife8 years ago in Open More Like This
In this body of ragged clothes and mange
I watch the horror humanity has sown
As the people around me weep and moan
And my entire mind has come to find
Is that suffering always seeks the kind.
My mind rants and raves, trying to find a way to stop this pain
Only to come to the question, why am I not the one slain?
And as I help the hurt and mourning, doing my best to keep their sprits high
All I can think of is my growing wish to...
Empire: Light-Prologue REWRITEPrologueEmpire: Light-Prologue REWRITE9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A cool wind blew across the Banishlands, causing the gray mare atop the hill to shiver. Winter was retreating, but a deep gloom still flickered over the land. Dark storm clouds loomed high in the sky, and to the southeast, the Lorarem Mountains soared into infinity. The mare snorted, tossing her light gray mane. The rainy weather disturbed her. In a life before, the black clouds above her head would have meant more than a wet coat. But now, they were a simple sign that a moist night was closing in.
Letting out a deep sigh, Yalda arched her neck to glance at the black stallion that stood at the foot of the grassy hill. In the shadowy light, Razarrs coat shone like ebony obsidian, powerful muscles etched out in his fur. Letting out a high-pitched whinny, Yalda swished her tail, blue eyes flashing. Razarr lifted his massive head, turning to gaze at his mate. The st