Monthly Archives: November 2018

Suicide – James Lee Watts

Slit my throat,  Slit my arms,  Stab that knife in both of my palms,  Get me out I want to go,  The pain in my eyes never seems to show,  Mom and Dad just don’t see, what she really meant … Continue reading

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Suicide – Tiara Neal

Yesterday I tried to commit suicide… The good news is..I didn’t succeed… You don’t know how much I tried… And cut just to watch my arms bleeding… That night I really wanted to die… I even went looking for pills… … Continue reading

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Suicide In The Trenches – Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He … Continue reading

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Anger – Tissa Calvert

Anger is the devil inside our locked up souls, Anger is the spirit in which I withhold, Anger such demons who never is told, Anger is which never ever grows old.Anger is a lie when someone’s in trouble, Anger is always there on the … Continue reading

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Anger Feeds Upon Itself – David Keig

Anger is a virusThat needs not even airTo propagate contagionWhenever it is shared. Anger can’t be placed in quarantineTo contain its vicious spreadFor anger feeds upon itselfAnd burns a flaming red. Anger is all consumingAnger does not desistFrom destroying sensibilitiesIn … Continue reading

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Anger – Vidyadhar Durgekar

Searing reason and rationale, With the seething rage of rash, Like the red blaze in the wild jungle, Anger, in its impulsive brash, Melts all hope’s and dreams to ash;

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A Japanese Wood-Carving – Amy Lowell

High up above the open, welcoming door  It hangs, a piece of wood with colors dim.  Once, long ago, it was a waving tree  And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves  Of forest trees, in a thick eastern … Continue reading

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