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Read Poetry: INSOMNIAC’S LULLABY, by Ruthie B.

I’m feeling nervous

I’m feeling strange

My mind just wants to keep repeating

These things over again

I’m in a time warp

With my own brain

No longer wonder what it feels like

To be going insane

Sleep

You are no friend of mine

Save

These

Dreams

For some other time

Can’t stop these feelings

They come too fast

I’m at an early morning viewing

Mistakes From The Past

Turn

Back

Time

I’ve seen this one before

Break

These

Chains

Can’t do this anymore

Sleep

Please be a friend of mine

Eyes

I’ll try this one more time

I’m feeling nervous

I’m feeling strange

Ruthie B

Genre: pressure, life, fear, dark

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Poetry: Original poem By Heather Harrison

Genre: Pressure

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I can’t eat when I’m stressed,
I can’t eat out of fear.
One day that food, will appear in the mirror.
On my stomach, legs, thighs and face.
Every bite that I take, leaving it’s trace.
You don’t think I want to give in?
But you can’t eat food and still stay thin.
You don’t see the things I do.
You don’t see, what I put my body through.
Anyone can gain or lose weight. It’s the maintaining it, that I’ve grown to hate.

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Read Poetry: MAY, by Emma Holden

Genre: Free verse, hurt, personality, mental illness, borderline personality disorder, dark, life, sad, pressure, unstructured poetry

But words are just words, and lies will always be lies.

Maybe summer will reveal the truth, and the phrases that sit beneath my scars

I bare myself before them, and welcome my feelings; they’re tougher then that, and stronger then me. So I break apart, their ignorance leaving bruises on the back of my hands; hands that I don’t even recognize anymore.

Who am I supposed to be? Because i am never enough. But I am all that I know. And if they tell me to be softer, I will remind them I am jaded, and sharp. That each piece of me has carved a hole in someone else. So if you want me to change, you mustn’t stay.

And I’ll walk the shores alone and collect shells instead of these reasons to run.

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Unwanted Anger, Poetry by Holiday Chua

Threads of dark whispers seep into my skin;
Clouds of red came blurring in;
My vision turns black and flickers to red…
One knife, one soul bloody dead.

Genre: Anger, Angst, Personality, Pressure, Personal Fears

Unwanted Anger
by Holiday Chua

Threads of dark whispers seep into my skin;
Clouds of red came blurring in;
My vision turns black and flickers to red…
One knife, one soul bloody dead.

A mere apology turns into an excuse;
I know those reasons are overused;
The lot they share and memories they bear,
Wiped out to oblivion as they scare.

No mortal could feign the anger inside;
How, oh how would even I—
Blind the perils of thought and sin,
To kill was the anthem hidden within!

This was me in another persona—
The buried, the lost, and the hidden,
Surfaced to life by triggers of heat,
A trigger I so long wanted to keep.

No one could see this,
No one should know;
Stop spying on me!
Go with the flow.

For whatever is within me,
I shall simmer it down;
Unless I fail,
To keep me calm.

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