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Fear and Fridays - a poem by Zach Bryan

I have taken my motor bike down the Pacific 101

and I have stood atop the Empire State Building with my father

I have ridden the fear, although I was afraid

Every single time

I’ve learned that every waking moment is enough

And excess never leads to better things

And only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you

Like breathing and chasing and slow dancing

And love making

fighting and, laughing

I am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet

However, I am loyal to a fault

to anyone I find kindness in

I do not and will not fear tomorrow

Because I feel as though today has been enough

I’ve got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone

And I think fear and Fridays have got an awful lot in common

They’re overdone and glorified

And always leave you wanting

Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common

They’re overdone and glorified

And always leave you wanting

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The Mountain

-Laura Ding-Edwards

If the mountain seems too big today

Then climb a hill instead

If the morning brings you sadness

It’s ok to stay in bed

If the day ahead weighs heavy

And your plans feel like a curse

There’s no shame in rearranging

Don’t make yourself feel worse

If a shower stings like needles

And a bath feels like you’ll drown

If you haven’t washed your hair for days

Don’t throw away your crown

A day is not a lifetime

A rest is not defeat

Don’t think of it as failure

Just a quiet kind retreat

The mountain will still be there

When you want to try again

You can climb it in your own time

Just love yourself ‘til then.

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[tanya-nicole]

“My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.”

— Warsan Shire

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To Althea, From Prison

When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my Gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The Gods that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.

When flowing Cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with Roses bound, Our hearts with Loyal Flames; When thirsty grief in Wine we steep, When Healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the Deep Know no such Liberty.

When (like committed linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how Great should be, Enlargèd Winds, that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.

Stone Walls do not a Prison make, Nor Iron bars a Cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an Hermitage. If I have freedom in my Love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such Liberty.

- Richard Lovelace

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You know those kinds of girls

Who look like they're made of honey and glass

Like sticky sweet ash

And you can't get the taste off your tongue-

Burnt sugar and a little bit of rum.

And she dances in the rain

With her clothes on,

Drenched to the bone

And never knows when she's all gone.

But she's the life of the party

And deep down I know,

Nobody flinches when they take off her clothes.

And i wonder what its like

To be one of those girls

To sit in the sun

And look at the world

And never think-

Wow.

Am I enough?

'Cause life is easy when you're the main character

And I'm sitting here thinking

This is not fair

But her smile makes it hard to be mad-

It's not her fault I'm so fucking sad.

So I'll sit here and look

At these girls in the sun

Dancing in the rain

And just having their fun.

And maybe someday I'll forget the past

And be one of those girls

Of honey and glass.

Honey and Glass- Peyton Cardoza

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Hi,

Okay.

I cannot give anymore.

-What?-

I cannot give anymore.

Fuck,

But my whole personality's built around kindness...

And if I can't give then I'm what?

Stuck.

-So let's work this out-

-what's wrong with your heart?-

It won't come out,

No, it won't even start.

-And then moving on,-

-what's wrong with your brain?-

It yearns for the past,

But it won't be the same.

-It's clear to see,-

-You've got a disease.-

What's the disease?

-Well, it's called "empathy".-

-It means you'll give blood 'till there's none left to bleed.-

But I do not want to be kind!

-What?-

I only want to survive!

-No.-

This effort's exhausting.

It's getting me nowhere,

And where does that leave me?

+Alone+

-You do not have a choice.-

-The honey slips into your voice.-

-Kindess flows through your veins.-

-That is something that cannot be changed.-

-Caring is what fulfills you.-

-Learn to harness it before it-

-kills you-

Diagnosis- Milo

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