It comes so slowly.

Like a tinnitus in your ear.

They'll think you're insane;

It's nothing they can hear.

But I know it's there;

You have so much to lose,

I'll keep your treasures

When it has taken you.

They'll imprison you

And try to take your mind.

But that is one thing

That they cannot do

Because you left it behind.

And all the world has seen ( Read more... )

Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it’s always there. -Joyce Carol Oates, “Summer Sweat ( Read more... )

does anyone have any particular opinions about male writers who address feminine issues?

Where is night?
I notice that day is gone
And where is night?
You took the sun, but why
Can't you leave me the moon?
It's all right. I understand That time is scarce
And days are few.
But you could have
Left me the night
So that I could remember you...
You took the sun, but why
Can't you leave me the moon?

~Vivienne Loomis

name: Mary ( Read more... )

Life is a thing to be experienced
or is it?
A meaningless existence known to me
or is it?
A thing of beauty to be cherished
or is it?
A thing not worth living tomorrow for
or is it?
A thing that you take as each day appears.

--Vivienne Loomis
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You reach for a smile

But there is no one there

To reflect it

You are utterly and absolutely alone.

Will there ever be a hand

To grasp at yours within the mirror?

Will there never be an arm

To hold you tight admist the terror?

The oddly methodical frenzy builds;

The terror of the moon is about you.

But it closes in

Only to stop and pause

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The book is The Life and Suicide of a Teenage Girl by John E. Mock and Holly Hickler ( Read more... )

Forum for those with various mental health problems...

http://socialanx.conforums.com/index.cgi

I never became
Too involved
In thinking
Because I always
Draw back, in an
Unconscious effort
To keep sanity
--Vivienne Loomis