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Martyn Hesford

Names Can Hurt You
names can hurt you. 



from bell to bell
from corridor to corridor
the halls of fear
you crept

you crept away 

from their laughter

their pushes

the pulling of
your fairy boy
wings

and turning 
you into a joke
with no punchline

you were made
into a grotesque parody
of what they
called 

a QUEER. 

even a teacher 
joined in 

“give us a kiss.“

the older boys
the action men

touching your zip
and saying

“has he got one down here”


and 
every ev...
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Martyn Hesford

Names Can Hurt You
names can hurt you. 



from bell to bell
from corridor to corridor
the halls of fear
you crept

you crept away 

from their laughter

their pushes

the pulling of
your fairy boy
wings

and turning 
you into a joke
with no punchline

you were made
into a grotesque parody
of what they
called 

a QUEER. 

even a teacher 
joined in 

“give us a kiss.“

the older boys
the action men

touching your zip
and saying

“has he got one down here”


and 
every ev...
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Laura Renfrow

Don't load the gun
This is just something I've thought about and would like to share, in case anyone out there needs to hear it.

 It's ok if you feel alone. It's ok if you want to end it. Just don't load the gun. Don't knot the rope. Put away the blade and use red paint. It sounds stupid to some maybe. But figuratively killing one's self, is a great success as opposed to literally. Unload the gun, make sure nothing is in the chamber. Pull the trigger. Release it. Give yourself a chance. People are a$$holes, I'v...
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YouthfulElena

You know you do! (TW:SH)
Your silence is my 
                               Favourite sound.
I like when your screams echo.
I like the sound of your blood dripping down.
From where? You ask...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from.

____

Whether that's you arms,
Legs,
Ankles,
Throat
And you know...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from
Obviously!🙄

____


I like when you look at me with fear.
I like when you look at me with disgust.
I like when your innards paint the floor.
I like when your blood paints...
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YouthfulElena

You know you do! (TW:SH)
Your silence is my 
                               Favourite sound.
I like when your screams echo.
I like the sound of your blood dripping down.
From where? You ask...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from.

____

Whether that's you arms,
Legs,
Ankles,
Throat
And you know...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from
Obviously!🙄

____


I like when you look at me with fear.
I like when you look at me with disgust.
I like when your innards paint the floor.
I like when your blood paints...
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Axxhoob

All mighty god
All mighty god I'm writing you this because the struggles have been harder lately since I left your sight, opportunities got lost more than usual, emotions got off side ways, everything turned off grey and black, I tried to make it without using your name in every single step but it seems like every single outlet just keep getting blocked away.

I'm falling apart and still so scared to make you a promise and not stick to it.
My dreams turned to nightmares.
My goals got caught in boundaries....
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Wild Bill Entertainer

Do You Ever
Do you ever wake up in the morning?
Not wanting to get out of bed,
Do you ever have problems with speech
Or just wish that you were dead.

Do you ever forget what your doing?
Or cry at the silliest thing,
Do you ever have trouble sleeping?
Or flare up like a coiled spring.

Do you ever fall out with your family?
Or say things you don't really mean,
Do you ever hide your true feelings?
Are you dirty? but used to be clean.

Do you ever have suicidal thoughts?
Or wish that you just...
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Wild Bill Entertainer

The Painter
Watch them paint a picture
Of how life ought to be,
A job for life with good pay
For all the world to see.

Not caring about future
Life being such a blast,
Looking forward all the time
Letting go of past.

Some friends show affection
Lending helping hand,
Listening to their problems
Saying they understand.

But here in the real world
Many painters cry,
Because life isn't simple
And many painters die.

No job to keep them busy
No pay to have good life,
No one prepared to li...
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Nelson Osei

THE OWL AND THE CHIMPANZEE
The owl and the chimpanzee
By Nelson Osei.

The owl and the chimpanzee went to sea
In a beautiful boat called The Mind
The owl was sensible, clever and smart
The chimp was a little behind
The owl made decisions, based on fact
And knew where to steer its ship
The chimp reacted a little too fast
And often the boat would tip
The waves would come and crash aboard
The chimp would start to cry
Large tears would roll right down his face
Afraid that he would die
The chimp and the owl woul...
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Wild Bill Entertainer

Living Organs
"I am going to kill myself"
A man said this no lie,
"No one will miss me
So it's better if I die"

"My life isn't worth living
Nothing is going right,
Only I can stop this pain
If I die here tonight"

Many people tried this
Because life was insane,
Some are now disabled
Yet many died in pain.

You may want to die
But body it does not,
When you cut yourself
Blood will start to clot.

You can swallow pills
Thinking that's the trick,
But body wants to live
It will make you si...
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Kinaya

The Last Gospel
We are all rich
it's just that some of us have to die first 
And we are stuck in this world
that will not give us death quickly
Embaded Patience and perseverance
Our Hearts are Made of gemstones 
And they are hard to crack 
Back in the days we used to pray for blessings
now we pray for forgiveness of our sins
Hail Mary, full of Grace 
grant us the strength we deserve 
some wars we fight are beyond us and we were not made to overcome this
Dear Lord,
this might be the last breath I ta...
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Elliott Miller<3

Joy
Joy 
By Elliott Miller 

What do you see when you imagine joy? 
Is it a flower?
A tree? 
A river? 
Do you see family?
Or friends? 
Do you picture a painting?
Do you imagine a party?
Is it food? 
Or maybe your favorite color? 
Can you imagine joy? 
Could you put together a mental slideshow with pictures of everything that bring you joy?
Flipping through it imaging your living your “joy” right now? 
Joy. 
Such a powerful word.
It can mean so many things.
To me, joy is a cover up...
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JA Perkins

Prodigal
If I could only
grasp the wind,
then I would know
how freedom feels -

And if I could
know you once again,
it'd take these
blisters off my heels.

For now, I'm lonely -
scratchin' skin
beneath the rags
of where I've been.

Staying outside
my broken mind -
too afraid
of looking in.
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Lehm.n.

Until I'm Ready
I could be a private person.
Or maybe, 
I could be more open to people. 

It's too early to tell, 
Am I done with it?
Or am I just doing okay at this moment? 

There is so much that I could say,
But I’m not sure if I'm ready to speak.

I’ve found that,
The present is harder to talk about than the past.
The past comes up easily, 
It’s over.
I’ve thought about it.

The present isn’t finished yet.
I havent gone into depth about what I’ve done.
I never thought of the consequences....
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Lehm.n.

Pretending to Sleep
Shallow breaths.
In, three seconds.
Out, three seconds.
Don’t be loud.
Don’t twitch.
Don’t move.

Keep your eyes closed.
Try not to roll or move them.
Try not to squinch.

Push your face into the pillow.
Slowly.
They don’t know you are awake.
Don’t cough, don’t sneeze.

I think these things as they fight for the hundredth time.
They would stop if they knew that they woke me.
But it's impossible to sleep.
They are louder then they think.
Getting louder with every sentence....
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Lehm.n.

Kitchen Cabinets (!)
For fifteen years I sat beside those light wood brown cabinets
And their rusty, black-painted hardware
I sometimes sat along them and scratched the handles with my fingers
And could see that they were once a shade of brass or gold
They creaked slightly as you opened them
And moaned against the soft wood underneath them as you walked by
The house was old and worn down,
So none of them closed completely
either from shifted wood or how the house was now at an angle from the wearing foundati...
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Ghost Writer

Toxic lovers
If I grabbed your hand would you try to pull away? mad that I'm mad cant find the words to say, would you have the strength to stay? or be dry an flake away. Would you love me on my bad days take the pain away. love in your voice that make me wana stay, hate greater than love an I stray away, an I know we cant stay the same, same problems different day wearing chains like growing pains growing apart, ripping an tearing with scars, leaving a trail like shootings from stars cosmic explosions insid...
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