I lay in my cold hospital bed, my arms stinging from the fresh IVs nurse Toby placed under my skin.
I lay in my cold hospital bed and wonder...
I wonder if I was given even one more month, how many poems and stories I would write.
How many people I would make laugh and cry.
How many times I would say "I love you."
How many times I would pray.
How many times I would close my eyes and re-accept my inevitable fate.
I lay in my cold hospital bed.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
From music grows wild, beautiful, frightful things of untamed splendor and immeasurable strength.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Let's take a little trip.
A trip to the most ****** up corner of my mind.
Trees of jealousy and hate tower over
floors of lies covering up a
core of hunger and brokenness.
Where did it all start?
The beginning is blurred.
Was it me?
Or
Was it her?
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I stole.
I stole my Aunt's "mood enhancing" pills.
10.
10 pills.
10/90.
10 little plastic pellets
Filled with powdered magic.
Do I dare?
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
I can finally look at myself
in the mirror without your figure
standing behind me observing
my every detail and every flaw.
I'm thankful to say I have
moved on from you entirely
and that your presence no longer
intimidates my inner being.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Life is so simple that it can be summed up in one word: complicated.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Clocks;
Ticking
Locks;
Clicking
Advice;
Taken
Leaves;
Raked
The clocks
Are ticking
Tick, tick, ticking
Your life away
Your fate;
Chosen
Your death;
Imminent
Your breath
Stolen
Your heart rate;
Slowing
Your clock;
Stopping
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
A shot in the dark
A lone wolf's cry
She asked him to stay
But he turned and died
A broken promise
A string untied
An open wound
A black hall of pride
A plea for pardon
A snow covered mountain
Forgiveness in store
Daisy chains on the floor
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Why does darkness hurt?
Why does lightness breathe?
Why do sparrows fly?
Why do kings kneel?
Why does the world turn?
Why doesn't gravity fall?
Why do Gods of peace wage war?
Why does blood stain?
Why does history repeat?
Why do babies laugh?
Why do doctors give up?
Why does brokenness appeal?
Why is "why?" the most dangerous question?
Why?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
This morning, around two o’clock, I heard a noise outside my window coming from the street below. There are no street lamps where my window looks out but I could still make out the silhouette of a rather unsavory man. He was sitting in the middle of the street, just sitting, he seemed to rock slightly, from side to side. This man looked very unfortunate.
Time passed and he still sat and I still watched him. I am unsure of what I found so interesting about this man that I could barely tell apart from the darkness. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed lost, maybe not. I watched him. Around about four o’clock he began to hum. I could hardly hear it but he was humming, Quiet but constant.
I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I remember was waking up to the sun barely touching the tops of the trees to my left. He was gone. The unfortunate man was gone. I felt the lack of his presence immediately. I searched the gloom, from my window, trying to find his form in the slight mist that always seems to cloak the ground at this time in the morning. He was gone. I wonder how he left? If he simply made a decision, stood and walked away. Or maybe he ran. Maybe he crawled, pressured by the struggles of his unfortunate life. Or maybe he crept into the darkness, afraid of the light that would expose his failing as a human being. Maybe he is sitting in the old, condemned house right across from my window, I am sure it’s pretty dark in there. O r maybe he just disappeared. In the early watches of the morning he simply went. Maybe he disappeared the moment I fell asleep. Maybe he was just there just because I needed to feel a presence. Perhaps he saved me. Maybe he was an an angel. An unfortunate angel.
I like that.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC