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Bring Me Tragedy by TheGreyPersona, literature

Dreamer by xXemobunny19Xx, literature

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Dreamer

Lost in the wind— don’t we all fall at some point?— a kite soars high, reliable to its flyer. But follow the string down to earth, and at the end you will find a girl— hardly young anymore— tattered and broken. Rather than holding it, she has the string tied and knotted tight around her wrist. She looks frail, beaten and bruised with eyes closed. She is alive, but at first glance seems no more than a stray corpse. Her hair is tangled, and her cheeks tear-stained. The white dress she wears puddles around her— torn and old— in hopelessness. A strong veil of wind tumbles over her and the kite flutters

It That Betrays by Henly-Hill, literature

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It That Betrays

Ever present the shadow whispers. Inside the mind is causes blisters. Softly falls the light of day. But It is not out here to play. Profane the things It says at night. Yet worse so still It says in light. Constant seething maddening words. Engulfed the brain like blackened herbs. It has a name that I dare not speak. But know That It keeps my life so bleak. It stops the heart then makes It go. As I toss about in unevened flow. Stab the heart with all the pain. Don't worry now It'll be back again. A hidden place inside It dwells. That Betrays the one It knows so well. I try and cast this thing away. But I cannot keep It back; at bay.

I Always Speak In Code by DagmarMakara, literature

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I Always Speak In Code

I always speak in code, the westward trains are sometimes cold- sometimes grey and often shimmer the waves of heat do flicker and glimmer And at the end of the tracks the lingo of cinnamon, smoke and metal the screeching and sparks can make you unsettled- sometimes scorching and sometimes dead the spread can make you lose your thread And the dead, and the dead, how envied, some of the time. I always speak in code, since I am rubbermouthed, desserted and alone- a story spun for the convenience of tale and depression, my friend, you are my vale, alone, alone. And the dead, and the dead, how yearned for you are, most of the time, most of the time. I always speak in code- gagged and quiet that's how they make you alone. That's how you envy the dead.

Tortured Mind by expressi0ns, literature

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Tortured Mind

I am just a little girl In a complicated world. Tortured by her own mind And feeling pain all the time. Every day is so unwanted. Another battle to survive. I don’t want to go through this But I don’t seem to have a choice. I feel so many things at once Things I just can’t understand. It’s hard to keep a lid on things When I get so overwhelmed. My mind is always spinning I’m tormented by my fears. They’re so intense that I can’t tell If they’re real or in my head. I’m vulnerable and I’m sensitive To everything that comes my way. Little things expose old wounds Re opened, fresh an

Shredded Heart. by expressi0ns, literature

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Shredded Heart.

Did wonder ever fill my eyes? Did they ever shine back then? When my heart was on my sleeve? Before it was ripped to shreds? I cried until my eyes felt raw, You sat there, miles away. I couldn't think it was my fault, What else was I meant to say? Can fear and excitement ever mix? I felt both of them when I cried. But my tears drove you to walk away, At least one of us slept that night. You fought all my battles for me, But only to wage your own war. As long as you had me to yourself, Our happiness is all people saw. You kept tabs on every part of my life But it wasn't just facts you sought. You detected my every weakness And hated the v

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Poem - Madman by PoetryAccident, literature

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Madman Bonus Poem for Day 006 – 20150106 Madman they call me, though peaceful I may be. There is a story behind this, one of depression’s life choices Choose one please, my depression pleads. Madness or death, this is your choice. Constant companion, faithful enslaver, you treat me well with these offered flavors. I think them uneven, with death being life ceasing, while madness nurtures continued life dementia. I think I'll choose madness, waking insanity, as the lesser of evils, my sincere oppressor. Madness will fuel my thoughts, invoke my appetites, and color my world with vibrant lunacy. Insane I may be, and alive I still

How to Feel by kayateya, literature

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How to Feel

Emotions destroy, and emotions create. It's up to you which path you'll take. Not a lot of things are certain today. There would be times when emotions break. What's in between is where you are, If what's straight ahead is beyond your par. Unless you dip your toe in the pool, You'll never know if it's warm or cool You'll need to feel, one way or another. It would be your choice if you smile or smother. You take a deep breath and submerge your hand. Dont dive in unless you want to drown bad. You wait for your skin to adapt to the change. Don't pull it out! The wind will faze! You keep going, there's no turning back now You keep going, wi