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Kathleen Jan 2018
I'm unrecognizable.
That's what they say when they identify you by your teeth. When they can't make out any of your features from any of your photos. Your voice is changed and your legs are weak and unproductive.
'Omm neon zebra' she says,
'on beyond' is what it is.
Push those fingers in your mouth
"Omfph Beyamph".
I'm so frustrated in the attempt to communicate.
To rip through the ceiling and stab out towards the darkness.
No words.. but sounds,
terribly dangerous sounds.
No one knows your name
and it never really mattered just the same.
Emily Miller Dec 2017
And then they looked me
up and down
and said
"Well,
you don't look
depressed."
Zero Nine Nov 2017
In bed
On the couch across the room
Futon
Folded over me
Folding my dreams
Into napkins,
shaped and dyed
Outside
4 AM bathing in rain
Inside
You sleep easily
You dream sweetly
Into madness,
I stay awake
Through night,
Petrified

Misunderstood
the saccharine
Too passionate
Far too naive
Misunderstood
the promises
Blood for caffeine
Dreamless
(Sweet dreams)
PoeticPresident Oct 2017
Sunny days bring smiles on faces
Girls with ***** shorts and sunglasses
Guys with muscle tops or floral hemps and snapback caps
September 19th was sunny
Well, that's until the clouds acuated the skies
and made all the smile evacuate to dystopia
This was an apocalypse
in my parent's house,
a place I used to call home
My father, Christopher
was the devil, Lucifer
and my mother was an angel with wings-
a delightful servant of Venus,
the goddess of love
Only, she couldn't fly
Not mentally, not physically and definitely not verbally
Her vocal chords were shaking as she passed her voice to my dad
She was the rainbow and sunshine
that was no longer divine
it was cryin’
while the devil was roarin’
as if he was a god
in which he was, but only of hell
He omitted fire but this time, it was cold
So cold that a tornado spun around the dining room
as I sat there, frozen, and watched like a snowman
The pupils of my eight year old eyes
witnessed the ending of a love I thought was immortal
A love that I used to think was magical
and illiterate
A love that formed in two hearts that bided into one
on their own
without the education of authorities
This was apartheid!,
and my parents were illegally married
A white European knight in shining armour
to an African goddess with attractive eyes
I started to believe that my mind
used to be a foolish thrall to the world of perfect love
But now I believe that it’s a vendee
who bought the saying, “love is blind”
I was a child who no longer believed
in the love of mankind
I had trouble finding myself
‘cause faith is to believe what you cannot see
and self-love was nowhere in sight
Now love is something I have to draw
and I cannot neutralize it
with optimism ‘cause my world was at an apocalypse
when the sun was supposed to be out...
It's quite difficult to accept that your parents, who you loved both dearly, are going to divorce. The first time you see them fighting as a child actually turns out to be the last. They've been fighting for quite some time, just behind closed doors because they didn't want to scare you or get you worried. You find it difficult to understand why they don't sleep in the same bed or live under the same roof. Only later on in life, you realise what has happened. This poem expresses the thoughts of a teenager who finally knows and understands what happened to the two heroes of her life.
John Nickerson Oct 2017
Most days i feel worthless
Some days i feel like life aint worth it
I cant help feeling like its time to quit
I cant help being labeled as a misfit.

Some nights i sit alone wondering what people think,
Only to feel bothered when it makes me shrink.
All the time feeling like a lost cause,
Because most i can see in me is all flaws.

I wonder what life would be if it werent such a tradgedy,
But i guess this is the thing we all call reality.
All people see in me is total abnormality,
All these things are making me lose my vitality.

I cant help but to feel sorry to be ungrateful,
but its hard when everything is so painful.
Cant you see these things are what make people hateful?
But all i can do is keep my smile faithful.

These days its so hard to keep my inner peace,
Because inside my mind lives a giant beast.
Please be careful for what you say,
Because today could be my last day.

All i want in this world is love and tranquility,
But making people want to be around me is not an ability.
My mind is slowly losing its mobility,
I cant help that i lack versatility.
Will anybody miss me?

Please help me save me from my own thoughts,
I dont want to end up between tied knots.
What people dont see is depression is a disease,
How i wish i could put my mind at ease.

I wish people can understand what it means to feel ill,
Mentally sick to decrease your living will,
To wish people loved you on a daily basis,
No more faking smiles on your faces.

All people want in this world is to be heard,
But these days everyone thinks your opinion is quite absurd,
To seek help is a cry for attention,
I just wish people understand the word comprehension.
So many people only care about themselves have i mentioned?

The only purpose of this is to bring back love for each other,
Everyone is metaphorically a sister and a brother,
Dont leave someones feelings left to smother.
Why this is all difficult i wonder.

To feel like every situation is a setup,
To talk to someone i need a mental build up,
I just dont understand the way people think,
I just cant keep the people i trust in sync.

Everybody has their ups and downs,
But i feel like mine always has the most frowns.
Until i cant take it no more and i start a meltdown,
I cant sit still when people are around.

I never knew what it meant to believe in me,
Nothing in this world is ever free,
even if wanting to be loved is not meant to be.
I always feel like i owe everyone an apology.

Every choice i make is the wrong one,
Im getting to the point where i say im done,
What my head deserves is a handgun.
Marlin Smith Sep 2017
No one will truly understand
Understand the real me .
As I stand looking in the mirror
At this broken figure
Water flowing out the eyes & as Depression flees from the scene .
Laying down looking at marks on this washed up soul next to me & thinking screaming someone help
Oh help me from this pain as my life is in jeopardy , just watching this 3 inch razor come closer to then rescue me from this shattered pain .
Oh this life I live I'm sick & tired of it criticism , lies , heartbreak .. just why?
Family friends all against me what did I do ? Did I not love all of you equally as I once loved myself ... but it's too late to save a whole state from my ruptured soul I call my depression state..
                                          ~chilled
Wellspring Aug 2017
Crocodile Tears.

What are they?
Why do they exist?

Crocodile Tears.

You don't deserve to have them.
Your emotions are just a lie.

Crocodile Tears.

Why does no one believe me?
These emotions are so raw, still bleeding.

Crocodile Tears.

Shut up. Wipe your face.
Clear your clouded mind.

Crocodile Tears.

Stop the crystal clear lies.
And shut those tired eyes.

Crocodile Tears.

The two words people use,
To pretend that they're alright.

Crocodile Tears.

No one is crying here.

They're all just Crocodile Tears.
Somewhat scathing, I know, but I think all 'Beggars of Attention' should read this.
Piotr Sordyl Jul 2017
Whenever one lays their eyes upon us,
What is perceived is something that exists
Only at the peripheries of their mind, while
Things that makes us, us, are the opposite.

One would gasp in awe at someone's beauty,
Shiver in excitement about their courage and might,
Imagine countless friends and lovers they have;
How success is their husband and joy is their wife.

Surely, for them, talent blossoms like a flowers,
And everyone knows when and why they laugh, and joins;
And if they ever cry(why would they at all?),
More than one soothing arm awaits their call.

While what is unseen lurks beneath beholder's delusions,
Who wants to see what one envies most and searches for
In oneself in vain. As how they see us is the opposite
of us, true, but the opposite of themselves at the time as well.
Amaranthine Jun 2017
I bottled moonlight of Crescent moon
&
Sunlight of full sun .......
I bottled love of mine
&
Hate of yours....
I found​,
Both are same
Only difference is
One reflecting surface of moon
&
One thin line of misunderstanding...
But it won't change the facts,
Moonlight is sunlight
&
My love is your hate.....
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