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The Merry-Go Round
It starts off slow and leisurely. Slight bobbing up and down, up and down. Those who fear a fall hold on tighter as it picks up pace, nervous of the lack of enclosure. Eventually they will feel as free as those who do not fear, the magic of the wind in their hair, the world around them distant and far away making them forget their fears.
Emily WhitakerPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Doll
She’s the wind-up kind. She works on springs. You need to use the key. But she will dance in lights in white satin toe shoes, on the angles’
Andie LevinePublished 6 years ago in PoetsWaking Nightmare and Decaying Keep
WAKING NIGHTMARE: Waking from the nightmare Down to one knee a bloody knight darkened blight far as he can see of sundered sword
Kaloriinn MasonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTell Me
Tell me how am I supposed to go on without you Tell me how can I live without you in my life Tell me why am I still here and you're there
Gabrielle WashingtonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Best Part of Me
I lie awake at night wondering what would my life be like without each of you. Where would I be had it not been for each moment in time we went through.
Screamin TearzPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLetting Go
This is me Letting you Go. I would rather miss you For the rest of my life Than to hate you For not being what I thought
Arely VarelaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Forever
10:47 PM The sound of her soft breath, in and out And in and out as she lays next to me sleeping. Peace. Her eyes fluttering with dreams dancing across her beautiful mind.
Stefanie SalvatorePublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhite Walls
In my abnormal psychology class we discuss mental hospitals like a chapter out of a history book. something that doesn’t exist in anyone’s reality. i️ don’t tell them that the waiting rooms smell like an ICU or that it’s best not to tell your therapist when you skip a meal. And i️ don’t tell them about Madison. I️ sit patiently impatient at the front of the hallway as the nurses are too busy with their “nursey” shit to put me in a room. When she walks up to sit beside me she’s wearing an oversized plaid sweatshirt, baggy boyfriend jeans and red keds. she loved oversized clothes, they were an easy way to shelter the beast of Anorexia. I️ say “hi i’m Amirrah, what’s your name?” but it sound like “i know you” she says “i’m madison” but it sounds a lot like “you found me”. you see every morning after that, me and madison, madison and I️, we were joined at the hip or at the everything. sometimes i️ couldn’t tell where she started and i️ ended but i️ didn’t mind. she tells me “i️ thought you were the popular girl i️ couldn’t hang with” but it sounded like “i️ thought you wouldn’t recognize me” i️ said “and i️ thought you were the pretty girl i️ couldn’t associate with” but it sounded a lot like “i️ think i️ lo-“ you see, me and madison, madison and I, we used to play this game called do you love me? although we both knew each other’s answer we played ignorant. she told me “when you look at somebody you love, your pupils get big or something” and it sounded like “look at me...please” little did she know, that’s all i did was look at her. the way she would flinch when someone reaches for a hug because she hadn’t learned how to unspell “rape” yet. how she buttoned her flannels up to the third to last button because although anorexia has to stay in the closet, sexuality didn’t. how she ate less than half her food but mixed it around to make her plate look empty. how the scars on her arms look exactly like mine as if she was my voodoo doll, or i️ was hers, or there is no difference between the two. how she used sex as an escape from her own reality, just like me or like her or like us? I️ can’t begin to explain how it feels to have someone bring you that piece of yourself that you’ve been looking for in all the wrong places. how it feels to touch a dream. how it feels to be understood. not in a surface level “oh she’s just upset right now” way but a “hey, excuse me you dropped your soul a little ways back. i️ picked it up for you. it didn’t look like anyone else could tell it fell” kind of way. We gave each other nicknames. I was Vivian and she was Deborah. we were two women who were healthy and who didn’t live behind four white walls. we were two women who could love and it sound like love. On my checkout day, me and Madison ate lunch together. well as much as 2 anorexics could eat. we both stared at our plates as if they would give us a way to put more hours in a day. I️ walk up to Madison in her doorway and hug her so damn tight that im almost positive my collarbone still remembers the shape of her chin. she whispers “bye vivian” she looks at me with those aqua blue oceans, pupils spreading into gardens of forbidden fruit, and they sound like “i️ love you” as i️ stare back at her or me or us, my eyes tell the same story. as i️ walk out the door i️ look back and she says “don’t you come back here Amirrah, we were never supposed to be here” it sounded a lot like “i’m in love with you, it was never supposed to be like this, but i’m in love with you.” I said “i know Mae, i know” it sounded just like “i’m in love with you too. right here, right now.” maybe we would have said it out loud if it weren’t for the anorexia or depression or those white walls. or maybe vivian and deborah were the only ones who knew.
Amirrah MajeedPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLook
Look around. Look into the world and find what you can not see. Find what has been stolen. A lovely thing meant to be apart of the mind body and soul of all children.
Octavia TavelloPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhen I Was a Kid
Much before the internet, I remember smoking a cigarette, while driving my fatha’s brand new chevy impala. We listened to the BeeGees, feeling the sea breeze and the salty air that flew through our hair.
Incognito .Published 6 years ago in PoetsFallen
Dusky skies, beauty as the sunshine that expands my mind flowing through the deepest bottom I close and I look I go away to rip the pages
zack jonesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHow May I Help You?
I wish I could go back to the times, When hide and seek and hopscotch was all that was on our minds. And it was so much money,
Rebecca DavilaPublished 6 years ago in Poets