Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 21, 2011


by Ashley

want to die
instead i cry
cant decide
what to do
who to run to
so many fears
drowning in tears
dead inside
lost my mind
fuck my life
wheres my knife
cant take this anymore
my eyes continue to pour
looking around
you're nowhere to be found
i guess when i said hi
i really meant goodbye

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 

A Conflict Inside My Head

by Amanda 

There's a conflict brewing,
deep in the middle of my mind.
It's slowly finding its way,
finally finding the day.
The conflict has become,
a part of who I am,
and who I must become.
Fighting its way to the surface,
trying to leave my mind's domain.
My head pounds,
as the conflict inside is torn.
my mind brings me to realize,
that no conflict was present,
nothing was ever there,
it was a cliche,
a nothing.
There was nothing to become,
nothing to strive to be,
because I've been it all along.
I've been strong throughout it all,
honest with myself and others.
Passionate with nature itself,
and proud of who I am.
The conflict was a cliche,
a nothing,
a mirage of the imagination,
a conflict of nothingness.