' 'deep' 'mental health’; depression ; death ; imagery
Learn more about other poetry terms
In the dead of night, beneath a moon's pale glow
I dig with trembling hands where memories grow.
Dreams of cold skin and release
Gentle thoughts seem to bring peace
To be free of chains binding to this place
To swim freely through reality, time, and space
Never needing my next breath
You pity for their illness but don’t have the guts to name it.
Is it sin amongst good faith, or faith that you’re above their sin?
You were fed morality off of a silver spoon.
A Game
“Go to sleep”, I say.
I tell myself as I lay,
I call out to loneliness as I get bored,
And Loneliness brings me a company of thoughts.
i feel alone
more so than i've ever felt before
yet i’m surrounded by people who care
care about me more than i do
the time of death
the last breath
don`t die too soon
you are not going to see moon
all the people you meet
are not in gentle greet
your all organs are taken out
like tea pot when it spouts
An angel was her guardian
Unknownly she does not realize that he watches over her
Doing his duty, protecting her
But overtime, it did not work
His heart has fallen for her
I watched the salty breeze rip through your hair. You sat in the sand just close enough to the ocean to put your feet in. The ocean that took you from me.
The disease of emotion, a lack thereof.
Relentless, all consuming; the whisper in your ear.
"Listen to me, to me!" The murk knows best;
the bleach of passion, the dilution of fervor.
death has been called to order
skies draped in cumulonimbus ravens and crows
time in procession and light disconnected
he is gone and he is here
death has done it again
It comes like a wolf in the night hidden in the darkness of my mind
With no sign of attack but once it does it doesn't let go
It knocks the wind out of me and my chest tightens
Sometimes i just sit back and listen to thoughts in my head.
Why? Cause on that day im wondering are the thoughts / voices going to be good or bad.
No one knows how it feels to be different and stay mind focused daily
I feel so fake,
My heart has been replaced,
With a void Full of pain and hate,
Ill be okay...im not okay,
When I'm with you
i feel im out of place,
But girl you have to see
Day 1:
The half-eaten PB&J oozing
jelly on her nightstand
intrigued me, but the
smell of unwashed socks and
sweaty yoga pants kept
time is relevent
time is relevent to who
time is relvent to who and why
why is time relvent ?
why is the who to time relvent ?
t
i
m
e
i
s
r
e
l
here i stand among
pretty boys
pretty girls
pretty smiles
pretty laughs
wtih those
pretty lies
pretty lies
pretty lies
that burn inside my mind
here i stand among
Ambivalence, confusion, anxiety
Being on the state of complexity,
Crazy, that's how they call you,
Defining how is it to live though,
Alyssa Kirby
Unearth
I can’t help but fantasize about the suffocating serenity
that living underground would give me.
What happened that night? I still don't comprehend.
From my therapy sessions to my wet, sweat-filled sheets in the middle of the night, and haunted slithering dreams. I couldn’t breathe.
I still don't know.
