Life Poetry Writing and Poetry

Invisible

If I write a poemWill you read it If I say I love youWill you hear me If I dance for youWill you see me If I touch youWill you feel me If I am hereWill you know me If I die tomorrowWill you cry for me If I am invisibleHow would you ever know

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Health Life

60 Seconds in My Head: Hyperpensia OCD

Hyperpensia OCD; A harmless yet highly annoying and mentally exhausting condition characterized  by too much thinking, usually uncontrolled though with extreme fast, repetitive, overlapping micro thoughts, memories and internalized vocalization. Often accompanied by a subconscious tic or hyper awareness of tactile sensations like itching, teeth grinding or tapping, bouncing or shaking of leg or foot. The …

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Depression Life Poetry Writing and Poetry

Emptiness

Build my life upon these dreams Comforts and cozies fill my thoughts Returning to a place familiar and warm Memories of achievement and joy Love, yes love felt and expressed The lie roles off my tongue like marbles on hill Expressed yes, but not love Comforts are facades hiding what lies behind Dreams are more …

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Depression Life Poetry Writing and Poetry

Ambient in the Dark

A warm glow fills the room with ambient life. It dances it’s colorful song in abundance just outside my window. I peer into the light. My restless limbs heavy as I turn. My dreams all but faded into the subconscious. The light beckons as it burns. The sound of my heart broken by a passing …

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Happiness Life Love Queer

My Dream in PHP

$proud[] = ($l,$g,$b,$t,$q,$i); $beautiful = $this->world->gather(     (array)$straight,     (array)$openMinded,     (array)$allies ); $humanity = array_merge( $beautiful, $proud ); foreach ($humanity as $you){     echo $you . ” Are Beautiful, Loved and Appreciated.”; } echo “Being different is not a crime. It is an Honor”;

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Depression Life Poetry Writing and Poetry

Running in Shadows

Some wounds run too deep. The sounds of cracking bones or the words of petty fools. I cannot see the scars. Time has washed them clear. I cannot feel the shot. The bullets have long since been removed. When all I ever wanted was to run away. I ran. Far away. Deep in the forests …

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