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if five minutes where dem last five minutes of my life   if i died in five minutes i would   kiss my kid hold on to my wife i'd call my mom   forever forever
There are things that mentally ill is, and there are things it most definitely is not.   Something it’s not is when middle school boys post bart simpson edits to songs by X.   
No One’s Coming   I wish that time would stop again.   Lying still in perfect darkness, bundled up in illness and discomfort.
I think I was eleven. No, I was ten, but it was eleven weeks before my eleventh birthday.  Imagine this for a second- At ten years old you are given a choice, shoot yourself up with drugs or die.  
Your eyes were like a tired sunset,Shining with a soft amber light,Seeing the beauty in even the ugliest of things.
A good day Joy laden all the way Tainted only by the decay Of my feeble body   Such a minute piece of my being
I found her sorrow in the purple and blue lightning bolts under her eyelids. I found her courage in the hollow irises deep inside her eyes. I found her stress in the
Through the words flowing from this pen, almost seamlessly it feels, I have discovered what lies in the deepest corners of my mind, things I never imagined I could touch.   People have always told me,
You broke my trust   Now you've lost me I won't come back I won't call I tried And you lost me We won't talk We won't be friends You won't be anything to me You lost me
Again I lay in bed,  searching for a distraction  to block the dark thoughts stuffed tightly in the back of my head, for I am afraid to rest in my own mind. --Far Away Fallouts (c.p.)
Dear Rebecca,   You weren’t yourself the last time I saw you. If you could read this now, I think you would agree. To be fair, I don’t think I was truly myself either.
Dear Illness,   You are inhuman. Quite a sadistic mistress, Despair that’s alive.   I possess strength, though. Years of watching you hurt him Have made me grow up.  
Dear Doctor,   Since day 23 of the pain, my body has been new land. You have colonized me, in every way known to man,
Have you ever felt like you can’t get out of bed? You feel you literally cannot get dressed? Like you have no energy to pick up a fork? Or put on a shirt? No interest or ability to concentrate on anything?
  in autumn i think of you. the way a leaf browns, curls up, and floats along wind, rustle becoming tremor becoming fall—  
Depression depression you bring me down you make me sad you make me drown. Drowned in emotions so deep so dark, they melt my soul they break my heart. The cuts, the burns, the tears feel great.
Amy
My biggest fear Is to one day never see someone again And to never know what ever happened to them Whether they remember me If they ever became the person they dreamed If they decided to pack up and move
Grief whether it be the loss of a loved one, loss of an opportunity, or loss of ones old self Is a nasty virus that effects can be worse then the spread of HIV or Zika
I sat up at night thinking what I needed Thinking about what I had lost, thinking about if I was lost Night sweats, Night terrors, Nights up, all night I was up, all fucking night
It seems as though the world is different, It seems as though its not the same. The life I know is gone and passed, and now there is only pain.   The trees which used to bloom are leaf-less,
Coughing up and regurgitating blood, I hoped it was all but a dream. The scintillating lights above me seemed to fade. I was not alone; at my bedside stood a distinct, unfamilar shade.
I never really understood life This constant process looking for a drive Not taking in what was achieved  But looking at the future and old please  I learned that life is a game Some people more constrained 
As much as I wish I could be UNstoppable There’s no way that could ever happen Because my immune system is my obstacle You want me to have perfect attendance?
My neighbor's wife is battling cancer and she needs your prayers.Please show her that you want her to get better please show that you care.Her name is Jane Webb and she's undergoing chemotherapy.
Through tears, Through the months, Through the pain, I wait. Many feel sorry, Many stare, Many judge, But they don't get me. Pain is a hurdle, Pain is a challenge,
It's labored breathing and breaking heartsIt's not know where tostart with goodbyesIt's teardrops and achy chestsIt's losing the only reasonyou had left.It's sick daysand sick leaves
When the sick man began to submit, Those around him began to realize, But Mother said to be compassionate.   It started with an argument. In my eyes he was penalized. When the sick man began to submit.
She sat cross-legged on the ground, a little girl at her father’s feet. He had to leave. So she walked him to the door And locked it behind him. Up the stairs she flew, barging down the hallway and into her room.
My teeth are yellow My feet are green What an interesting sight to be seen   My toes are black My hands are white I hope I can still fly a kite  
I loved days like these.
A thought is all it takes
my patient cried pain
They come in at night when all is still they scrape away and run and steal my happiness and pleasure They see it as their treasure. Down, down, down they go into the hole where time stops and no body knows
even the wildest of us, craving freedom, has broken  alone, the sleepless nights pass so tediously
A rather dim lit view A dim lit view of a place I once knew   A place which is capable of feeding my joy A joy that some call an oddity   As my cheeks begin to  secede
Have you ever thought about the possibility that one day the Earth will have no more food?
Her
She speaks in tongues But you understand her ramblings No matter what Because she's all you know.   She moves in sync With your breaths  And broken steps because She follows you always.
The cuts got deeper The blades got sharper The lights got darker The voices got quieter The world got away
Searching for the right thing to say To somehow make your pain go away There’s not much that I can do So I’ll just be here for you   You don’t deserve this  
I tossed and turned.
You went in hoping to come right out Only things didnt go as planned Now I'm sitting here missing you Wishing I was holding your hand. How long will you like this I'm waiting for the day, you return
Do you ever feel like you are made of glass— Ever trying to reflect the sumptuous nature of the light Scratched but not yet broken On the brink of shattering into far too many pieces to reconstruct you  
My 87 grandmother has been through a lot. She’s had five different cancers, Multiple tumors, intestine troubles, and a stroke. She lost all control of her body, time after time. But she never gave up.
I am suffering from a black plague, Though the symptoms are very vague. My air comes in rattled breaths, A squeezing constriction in my breast. My stomach feels heavy and contorted,
In the midnight hour through the shadows of my fears, lies the promise of tomorrow. 
There's too much pain and too much sorrow, too much suffering here. It's undeserved, all this hurt I wish there was some solution.   The rain doesn't help at all,
Who told us that life would be so hard Our past haunting us, The future looming ahead, We struggle to enjoy and succeed in the present. I have given up the hope for my life to be perfect
This is what the front line is like A line where all have stood at points in life A trial of tears, stress and pain Deception is an ugly site   There is some sort of delight
It starts with a chuckle,  And ends in a cough. The disease has now gone,  Started- it’s taken off.
Eyes cast toward the windowUnseeingPretending to gaze outward, downwardAt patchwork buildings and trafficUnheard through hospital wallsYet you remember the soundLike the blood rushing through your ears
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
Never would you have met such a violent twelve-year-oldnearly threatening to punch an orderly who told her,patronizingly, that her seizing father should wait in the roomfor there to be space. My mother chose that moment
It came upon me like a shadow and the whispers that followed said,   "Delirium -- thank God." Thank God: it was only delirium. No;   it wasn't. It was the music –  
Voices and ventilators echo, Through suffocating hallways, As I walk in a long beige coat, My hair a shoddy bun.   Skin transparent, Veins blue, Blood burning, Clawing to my center,
If her body temp's over one hundred degrees, she can stay home from class, get out of jail free. Got her wisdom teeth out? She'll pop some pills, she has an excuse, and no one doubts she's ill 
Treatment Bleed it out Like a snake bite, The venom that roils and riles In my blood That rages and boils Bleed it out, Run 'till my feet Tickle with flames. Search for strength,
I will not begin with, “Once Upon a Time,” To paint this as a fairytale, Would be a sin, a crime, Nay, this is a story, Tried and true, New and old, Borrowed and blue,
If I could but for one moment keep at bay the pain, the suffering, the sorrow If I could but for one moment Still the tempest Bring back the blush of life into the cold pale faces
Illness infection disease Look at the change you've brought me From eating to sleeping From walking to running From cleaning to working From sports to school My disease my illness it has changed me
    Grandpa,   Is that you? No, the wind is just angry. Grandpa, yesterday I thought about you. I remember the walk we took one night. 
Where is the pain? It’s here inside - Buried within my heart; Raw and worn In crippled form, No pulse it needs To start. I need this suppressed pain, For what is life
You've hurt me so much. But seeing you like this hurts. After all, you are my mother. It’s hard seeing you scared of yourself. It’s hard seeing you have bad dreams.
In a world full of pain and fear she finds peace In a world full of darkness and cold she finds light and warmth In a world full of despair she finds faith   She knows not of the life outside this dark room
        Tired Always, Constantly Never Endingly Tired   Lying awake Tossing and turning Head dropping lower and lower in class
My body is an orchestrated madhouse Suffering like a train to Nowheretown I’ve got the sheriff’s star pinned to my jacket And the moon hidden in my chest So I can find my way home Even though my nest
I sit in a white room It has a sterile fume Everything is without color Including myself, who by the minute feels smaller. However, as if to spite Something interrupts the white A bucket containing blood
Grandpa’ Curled up around your wrinkled flesh I was when you were nearly in a comatose. I’m not certain if you ever listened, but our whimsical memories; I tried to recall.
Medication. Fix me. Take away my humanity. One emotion, I don't want depth. I only want what I can help. Help me rid of sorrow and tears So nothing but happy will last these years
The days are coming to a close, The end is finally near, The memories are overflowing With the loves I once held dear; Goodbye crawls slowly closer And I take a moment to look back;
by: Megan Williams
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