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This week I sat in an auto zone parking lot and cried for ten minutes because I couldn't change a headlight, which sounds like a lead up to a terrible stand-up routine, right? One where the joke is always on me? Like, haha, I ate half a bag of pretzel m&ms at 11: 30 in the morning
IN BED.
When My headlight went out, my first thought was "Seems right."
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In 2014 the World Health Organization released a report stating that at least 800,000 people commit suicide every year
That average is to one person every forty seconds
Statistically speaking, by the end of this poem four people will have taken their lives
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Instructions on Having the Perfect Panic Attack
Find a trigger
A job interview, the claustrophobia of mass
transit
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In which my mother's prayers teach me about joy
You know I have become acutely familiar
With the peculiarities of my local CVS.
I wait in line at the pharmacy counter
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Why black people don't get possessed by demons.
1. If my home were ever haunted it would not be my home
for long.
2. Let me catch a living stranger in my house and you better be ready for me to throw hands.
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Clowns scare the s*** out of me.
Psychologists call it "Coulrophobia."
You see for most people the altered features, enlarged feet, bright red nose, dyed hair, white face is comical.
Safe, but for those of us living with this phobia, these deformed humanoids come across as monstrous.
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You quit burning
Your eyes no longer reflect the flames.
You think you're done.
Afterall, you've wrung the gasoline from your hair.
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The only other girl at the party
Is ranting about feminism.
The audience, a sea of rape jokes and
Snapbacks and styrofoam cups and me.
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Oh say can you see
Miguel wants to learn the star-spangled banner'
Miguel was the last fourth grader to
Migrate into my English as a second language course,
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The Best Poem Of Lilith Erin
My Depression Is Funny Like That- By: Reagan Myers
This week I sat in an auto zone parking lot and cried for ten minutes because I couldn't change a headlight, which sounds like a lead up to a terrible stand-up routine, right? One where the joke is always on me? Like, haha, I ate half a bag of pretzel m&ms at 11: 30 in the morning
IN BED.
When My headlight went out, my first thought was "Seems right."
I couldn't change it myself because I'd have to take off the whole bumper or something,
And I thought,
"Of course" or,
"I wish I was dead."
My brain is dramatic like that.
There are some days I am so sad I don't remember what it's like not to be depressed,
Like when you have a bad cold
and you forget how to breathe through your nose and you're so sure you'll never breathe through your nose again
And I'm so sure I'll never feel joy again.
Except when you have a cold you can call in sick to work,
And people tell you to get well soon,
And there is a whole soup genre dedicated your well-being.
But I can't call in "sad" to work.
So sometimes all I can do is laugh,
If I don't, there might be nothing left.
There's a crack in my bathtub in the shape of the Platte River,
I know this because I sit on the floor of my shower
so often it's become a permanent imprint in my thigh.
And I sit here because I've been sad since graduation,
Or maybe I have a bad cold,
Or maybe it's both,
But the cold makes the most sense for sympathy purposes.
I need to get out of the house,
I need to be a person again.
to put on clothes,
To eat a bowl of cereal
To Take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back.
I'm so tired of talking about my depression as someone else,
As A ghost that haunts me
and I am afraid of the seance,
Afraid of what it might want from me.
My depression is funny like that
Because doesn't ask for much
but when it does
it is something I cannot give
and that's the joke,
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