Poetry
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I used to proudly call you mine. In some ways I still doBut that was until you let go. You told me I was fucked in the head. You couldn’t give a real fucking reason.You watched me leave as I fled to my grandparents home, And the only think about wasHow you tolerated me. I
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Running aroundLike a mad womanTrying to keep everything together.DeadlinesMeetingsFilings. All of these things have fallen to me.This is how I thrive.This is how I excel.Dump work on meAn obscene amount of workI will do it.And I will do it well.
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I’ve reached a point where I can’t figure out what to write about anymore. My emotions – the feelings that are coming with the things happening around me – have me silently shutting down. Depression is a real monster. I battle it daily. I feel like I’m slipping. Maybe that’s what I’ll write about today…….
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Today I don’t really know what to write about. Today I don’t really feel like writing. But here is what I have to say today, and I hope it in some way makes sense. Slip the filter in the machine,Add three scoops of grounds,Place the cup underneath, Press start. It starts the gurgling of the
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You tried hang meYou wanted to silence meYou tried to make me look the fool.But what you didn’t expectWas for me to stand proudlyOn the gallowsAnd thenWith a smile on my faceAnd the coldness in my heartI escaped.
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You never see it coming,The things that hurt the most. But then again,The best things that happen in lifeCan be just as surprising.
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This piece I wrote in reflection of my sister’s 21st birthday. Yes, she did actually turn 21 on April 18th. I thought it would be a nice time to reflect on what it felt like for me, as the oldest sibling, to watch her turn 21. That first drink,Her first legal drink.It is crazy to
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It won’t stop running. No matter what the doctor gives me, My brain can’t quiet down. So many thoughts fight to be heardI can’t focus on just one. Self-medicating. Someone suggested it. But with what? I guess it could be worse. So you light one up, You inhale, Deeply. It takes a few minutes for
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A man and a woman can walk into the emergency department with the same symptoms. The man can say it isn’t too bad. The wife made him come in.He will get taken seriously,Meds ordered and a consult placed. The woman can be in tears, The worst pain in her life. They will just send her
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At some point you will have to choose. Choose between what you knowAnd what you deserve. If you are being asked to choose, What you knowWhat you want to keepIsn’t what you deserve.
Lyrical Logic 