As days pass by, And life goes on, I realize: I'm all alone. I get depressed, I feel confused, Can't fight it now, I'm not that strong. As months pass by, And life goes on, I understand: I'm...

right now           four drafts of suicide stuffed in pocket – an extension cord wrap around neck not enough alcohol to last through the chokes and spit I am my little brother's birthday....

Tick-tock Here we go again Blank walls and counting popcorn The ceiling is slacking Tick-tock Wakefulness drags on Leaving me with no chance The moon rises Bright and proud Tick-tock The sleepless...

His deep blue ocean marbled with wonders of green Underneath that beautiful color multiplied Mysteries that will never be unseen. Creatures swim aimlessly trying to be untied Others trying hard to...

Lights come out through the window-shades Now I can see the stranger in the glass: Distorted smile The blues tunes are screaming on the radio Raindrops take away remorse tears I moan My despair...

Quiet and still, gazing down the slopes— only blinking when necessary. Vision flickers from one tree to the next. Each never ending from top to bottom. Taking in the large distance between the...

Lockers Slam Book Bags Zip Clumsy chatter fills the Hall Dry Erase Markers Squeak “Good Afternoon Class” Binders Open, Pages Turn “Did you Do the Homework?” Bam, Bam, Pow Screams...

This inspiring poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, (1807 - 1882) was first published in 1838. It uses an ABAB rhyming pattern. Longfellow explained the poems purpose as "a transcript of my thoughts and...

One morning as tear gas ghosts waft from sobbing streets, A little boy huddles inside a car. The left door is missing.  The boy remembers Metal shrieking the previous night, and Flares and flashlight...

Close the dike for the day And go fly a kite, but watch out, Ellen will kick you And the birds will lick you [cute]. Get ten cakes while you’re out, Eat them all in one day See a magic show- it’s...

  I face outside through the grimy windows and ​wash away flakes of  food from the bowl  –  ​ The sun shines onto the silver of the faucet,  reflecting back light of the sun straight...

When will I get to work? When will it all comes w/ ease? Can you be both passive and active? Will I regret all the times I've popped my bones? Will I ever be able to walk passed a group of black...