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    Delicate, Origami Crane

    This poem I wrote speaks to the constant chaos of trying to understand one’s ever-shifting emotions, and the futile attempts to drown it all out through dangerous or addictive behavior.


    chaos, her drug of choice
    injected in bruised vain
    the highs scorch her
    while the lows unfold her
    like a delicate, origami crane

    #MightyPoets #mightypoetry #MentalHealth #Bipolar2Disorder #Addiction

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    Isolation is a clown’s smile

    Painted red

    Isolation is a lover

    Because its kisses are sweet

    Isolation is a tiger’s claw

    Extended weapon

    Isolation is a cloak

    Like nights lure

    Isolation is fear

    Will you even know?

    Isolation is a capturer

    Stockholm’s friend

    Isolation is mental illness

    Because it’s all in your “head”

    Isolation is a deadly prison

    Like Bethlem screams

    Isolation is voices

    No one else can hear

    Isolation is


    #mightypoetry #Poetry #Suicide #poems #MentalHealth #Psychosis




    A durability
    Strength lies within
    The sturdy nature of it
    This word serves me well in my life

    I have shown remarkable resilience in the face of adversity
    Demonstrated unbreakable resolution while surrounded by chaos
    Survived substantial blows with my formidable resistance
    Formed an indestructible centre that refuses to waiver

    I have remained strong and stout throughout the storms
    Valiantly illustrated what remaining rigid can look like
    Endured endless taunting without sounding off on it
    Created a solid base in which to firmly stand on

    A ruggedness
    Hardwearing at the core
    The long lasting make up of it
    This word takes on my heavy duty life #mightypoetry

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    Night Struggle

    Nights are the worst for me. Insomnia. Depression. Anxiety. Boredom. Pain. Frustration. Everything just gets so much more difficult to handle when the sun goes down.


    The sun falls to the ground
    pushed by the stalking night
    she clings to the horizon
    as the sky bleeds bright red light

    The moon spotlights the dark's offense
    beating back the black curtain
    but the night will reoffend
    of that you can be certain

    I cringe beneath the midnight glare
    fierce and forsaken
    sitting astride the night's mare
    wishing I could awaken

    Galloping wild across the hellscape
    I remind myself to just hold on
    the sun watches for the night's retreat
    and together we make a break for dawn

    - Remy Soberanes

    #MightyPoets #mightypoetry #mightypoems #Depression #Anxiety #Insomnia #ChronicPain

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    Writing is therapeutic

    I've been in a pretty dark place lately. Moving has driven home (once again) just how painful and fucked up my body is. The first trip in decades that I've planned just for me, purely for fun, was supposed to be happening now but was cancelled because of the rising covid rates. I've had 2 potential dates ghost me because they were intimidated by my falling apart body. When my brain heads off on a dark path, I try to write... but that's hard to do when it gets so dark I can no longer see the path in front of me. Still, I know writing helps me find my way and working within the structure of a specific type of poetry gives me boundaries that help me feel a little less out of control. This morning (and the darkest parts of my mood) slipped away as I worked and reworked the words of this poem:

    ink flows in my veins
    from my dark heart & sparks
    ebony soul fire

    - Remy Soberanes


    #MightyPoets #mightypoetry #ChronicIllness #Depression #ChronicPain #hypermobilityspectrumdisorder #JointHypermobilitySyndrome #EhlersDanlosSyndrome #Fibromyalgia #Migraine #Dysautonomia

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    So few words yet they mean so much.
    I just wish my past would let me forget all the feelings I didnt want.

    #Anxiety #Depression #Suicide #mightypoetry #OtherMentalHealth #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder


    fractals of sanity
    Overlapping between the cacophony of incessant chorus of self loathing and depression.

    A diseased riddled mind popping pills
    and flood the wires of chemical compound happiness
    Zombified and caffeine addled shell of a human.

    Depression is a parasite and you are its host.
    It creeps into your mind taking hold,
    nicotine stained fingers reach for another cigarette to quell the void just to feel

    something and for a moment the brain is satisfied.

    Sleeping in dirty dark caverns that once resembled your living space, too tired to clean
    A weeks worth of garbage and dirty clothes are your new carpet.

    Tear stained cheeks is the latest foundation, and snot nose is the latest pimple creme.
    The littlest things trip an emotional roller coaster that you just can’t stop.

    Food is your enemy eating becomes a chore and food begins to taste like cardboard with salt and pepper...

    We’ve all been depressed...but what if you’re locked in a permanent prison with your own insanity?
    #mightypoetry #Depression #IntrusiveThoughts #Intrusiveimages #foodhoard


    "My Darkness" #mightypoetry , #poems , #Depression , #Cutting

    The darkness invades
    And it swallows me whole
    Takes over my mind
    My thoughts lose control

    It envelopes my being
    And takes any hope that I had
    Sucks the life from my soul
    Convincing me I'm going mad

    I can't stop all the chaos
    These dark times bring on
    The desperate racing thoughts
    Play like a melancholy song

    I will try to block all the noise
    By covering my ears
    Absolutely knowing full well
    It doesn't make my fear disappear

    Hopelessness takes over
    And the tears start to fall
    I muster a silent scream
    Wanting to be heard by all

    But as always I'm all alone
    So I just continue to cry
    Paralyzed with depression
    And with no reasons to try

    My normal reaction to this pain
    Is to use a razor so sharp
    And cut deep so I'll feel
    No more ache in my heart

    As I watch the blood flow
    The sting makes me feel alive
    Feeling anything other
    Than desperately wishing to die

    But somehow I manage
    To just take a deep breath
    Wipe away all the tears
    Always suffocating me to death

    And then I'll start over
    Until the next panic starts in
    It's so hard being me
    This life I can't win


    #Depression , #darkness , #Cutting , #Poetry , #PanicAttacks , #SuicideIdeation

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