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Poem: BEAT LIFE

February 14, 2017

J. McAvoy

Life is like a treasure hunt. We keep searching for the answers to unlock mysteries presented to us by life. We are always on a wild goose chase thinking we are nearing the key that will unravel the mystery, and we end up with another puzzle on our hands. A few lucky ones find their hands.The only way to beat life at its own game is by being in...
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To all the hurting souls, My leaps and twirls; do they travel to you? That enduring energy flowing through the crisp air; do you eat it? When it rains, my dear, I dance in it. I laugh as the rain drops fall upon my nose. Do you feel the rhythm transcend through my dancing feet into the earth and up your body emerging into your soul? My dear,...
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Poem: Madness

November 8, 2016
The vile potion of madness struck her like a lightening bolt gone astray. For what are we more than but a misty cloud roaming the night sky in the search for a shining star to give us the light and hope we are forever searching for. She walks the streets alone, every stride, every tiring step, in the hope of a sunny day in her foggy mind. Don’t...
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The bangs of my head felt somewhat hollow against the cold hospital walls, for some odd reason, everything feels cold here.  The cold grasp of the nurses hands as she tried to comfort me back to sanity. But dear God, what IS sanity in it’s most organic form? Is it like the flowers I arranged in my room last Tuesday? Slowly falling from a...
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Poem: The Warrior

October 25, 2016
She rubbed her pretty little eyes with cold clenched fists, and collapsed to her knees in angst and defeat on the cold and dust plagued cement. There was dust everywhere, it seemed, in every fraction of the air there was at least 10 million dust particles filling the oxygen with its misty form, there was dust on the floors and in the walls, but...
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Running Free

October 6, 2016
Pound! Pound! Pound! Her heart beat echoing throughout her body; she’s running to meet amends. Her arms sway quickly beside her knocking the leaves from the trees on the side of the path, they fall briefly from the tree, up into the air and onto the earth’s ground behind her as she frantically runs past, I wonder if they feel free at last? ...
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Facing the Truth

September 12, 2016
Her blinders have been removed She has taken her gloves off and removed her coat She sits in stillness with peaceful knowing Knowing from the soul Inspired by the spirit  The storm came along with no warning It whirled and twirled devastation Leaving people shocked, hurt, stunned and dismayed ...
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Dear, dear friend, I want to say that I’m glad that you did not succeed. Life without you would be a very dull place indeed. You have made it. You are still breathing. Your heart is beating and you have been given a second chance. There are many things I would like to tell you now that you are on the other side of suicide. On the other...
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Lavender Blooms

May 4, 2016
I still like the way lavender blooms, the way it smells, the way it lingers on my skin and saturates my face with a glow of happiness.. And so does she; my old self, the self that didn't tear herself to pieces. I see her in my sleep, she stitches up my wounds and grows lavender in my mind. I feel it. She's still there. I catch her in the corner of...
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Positivity

September 16, 2015
Think...Think My thoughts are wild. Untamed. Running wild like mustangs Think...Think My mind is a minefield. One wrong step and it’s blown Think...Think One day bad. One day good. Think...Think One day fast. One day slow. Think...Think One day guided. One day misunderstood. Think...Think My...
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Good afternoon readers, I need to write about an issue that’s growing by epic proportions and it hits close to home for me on a personal level, dealing with depression and suicidal thoughts. I am not a clinical psychologist. However, I have experienced firsthand the pain of depression and fighting those thoughts. Have you ever felt like you...
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through the depression. I felt, without a body, something in agony  or maybe a body without a soul, stiff and too heavy to pull from the bed.  Yes – an obese body, my own flesh and grief, too heavy for my body to lift. There is no other way to tell you: I woke up afraid I was going to live.  ...
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