Temporarily Alonethe loneliness has just sunk in
so i've picked up some paper and a pen
i'll hash it all out!
write everything down!
maybe that will cure my frown
but, too bad,
no matter what i do
nothing fills the void left from you
i've screamed and cried
then dried my eyes
but nothing really helps
i lay awake night after night
the desire to sleep puts up such a fight
i can't go on
this takes so damn long
and all i want is you
i must press on
i will stay true
so you should know
i'm waiting for you
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
SuicideShe was artsy.Suicide4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.
Schizophreniavoices, voicesSchizophrenia4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they're in my head
they haunt me down
i scream and yell
but they don't go away
i plead and beg
night and day
flooding my ears
i go hysterical
i begin shedding tears
grunting in frustration
anger rushes through my veins
i want to be in control
but i cant seem to grab the reigns
everywhere i go
fear sets in
my panic shows
what is this curse
it besets me forever
i want to be normal
but i wont, no never
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.Do you know the taste of the universe?1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a long time to you, and eventually you sneak a look at the crying man who smells like Portland and loneliness, and he sees you. He leans down until you can see the red lines in his eyes and he whispers to you.
“Do you know the taste of the universe?”
And you look up at him with your little-girl eyes and shake your head because you can’t
Now, Forever, and AlwaysHold my face in your hands,Now, Forever, and Always2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those big, strong hands.
Me feel so safe and secure,
like nothing can break me again.
Now hold my heart,
which beats faster and faster as you caress my skin.
Forever soothes my soul,
my broken soul
And now I am sure of one thing,
that I will love you
Diary of a CutterMy mind is confused, drained to the max.Diary of a Cutter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life is hell and I can't relax.
Some days I cry, some days I scream.
I no longer remember how to dream.
My skies are dark, far from light blue.
The rainclouds are constant, just like my doom.
No one understands, no one cares.
This can't be cured with a hug or teddy bears.
So I pick you up, my trusted friend.
I think it's time to bond, once again.
Make your brand, harmonize with my skin.
No one can free me from this sin.
Six Months to LiveSo I'm sitting in this cafe, at one of those little round tables. It's snowing outside, but I'm warm with my snugly, knitted scarf that's wrapped around my neck. I'm sipping my peppermint mocha latte when a tall man wearing a black suit comes up to my table. He pulls up a chair, obviously inviting himself to join me. "Hello," he says, "I am here on a mission from God." I sit expressionless, wondering what kind of crack-head like him can afford a nice suit. I wonder if he killed a man to steal it. "As of today, you have exactly six months to live. Spend your time wisely." Before I can question the man, he disappears into thin air.Six Months to Live4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I looked around; had he been a figment of my imagination? No one else seemed to be startled by the man's sudden "poof." Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe it was I who was the crack-head.
Or maybe not.
I gathered my magazines that I had been reading, put a to-go lid on my latte, and paid a taxi to take me home. When I walked