Awareness Poems
How do I explain? (A poem about Borderline personality disorder)
by Allison Anderson
How do I explain
That my emotions are painful
That happiness is euphoria
That anger is blinded rage
That love borders obsession
How do I explain
That my emotions are my enemy
That sadness is suicidal thoughts
That pain is an agonizing fire that consumes me
That emotions are a hurricane
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A foreign shore - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
If desires fly by like shadows,
If vows are empty words,
Is it worth it to live in this fog of delusion?
Is it worth it to live if the truth is dead?
is it worth when life’s summer grows to winter?
Then it is to know what love is,
waiting on a foreign shore.
Magnolia
by T. Caddy
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
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Consumed No More
by Joanne Lee Macdermott
I used to think like it was a past time, occupied by every thought. Unaware that I was even thinking, chained to this god dam curse.
Would feel the pain of others take it on as if its mine, allow gravity to dissolve me and bend me how it likes. Dense feelings of ugliness fighting to find my worth. Find comfort in the shallow things to justify my worth.
Try to numb the chattering the dark voices in my head, but nothing will silence them. I fear not even death.
Keep fighting…fought back the tides that carried me to my watery grave. Need release from the rip but no one comes to my aid.
But still over all the noise that vibrates in my head. There is this yearning begging to be fed.
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LONELINESS - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
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"The weight of borrowed time."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Childhood is defined by innocence,
since the little hearts only know of the beauty,
the beauty of the butterfly,
the beauty of falling leaves,
the beauty of mid-summer night,
the beauty of first winter snow.
It is when those hearts see the hurt,
the hurt in the aging wings,
the hurt in the cold bare tree,
the hurt in the harvested seeds,
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fleet-footed good
by Rikske Kessner
And as you walk through these familiar streets,
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest,
The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-
Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
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Autopilot
by Falling Awake
It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.
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Magnolia
by T. Caddy
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
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You know my name
by Earl GrubbI set upon my hardy stead and survey the land . His color is pale up to his mane and crown. Do you know my name. The is land is now filled with calamity and pestilence a foreboding sign. Inheritance from the ancestors who dug from the ground and flung to the air without any bind. Do you know my name. Greed and malice has spawn this tide. And stewardship of this land has been lost through the stride. Do you know my name. Though speed of knowledge has tripled on fold. Wisdom has been lost as told in the book of old. And the spawn of evil and false prophets make there stand. Fools of follie with names of Thump Pout and Xing portray to their followers a superior command. Do you know my name .Will this lot stay the course and bring forth the apocalypse foretold My followers await for they are many Legion amongst them whose reigns of this stead they ultimately hold. Do you know my name. My name is written by a biblical sriib. It is in the book of Revelation which you can confide. You face me every day with good and bad. I am the last stand that will come upon this land. You know my name
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