There were three men
I was surrounded, trapped in bed
Where I lay to die
Let me be lost
Two said to their boss
There is no place in heaven for her
She never believed in any god
Be trapped in burning flames
For eternity
And pass through these last moments
In regret
Pay for your sins
Don't let it go as it is
Let God in
Stop these sins
On my dying breath
They tried to make use of my distress
I won't beg forgiveness for a life well led
I know I was good, so let me rest
I am ready for the end
Eternity is now my time to
Rest
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
So ugly yet so beautiful at once
The symbol of death but the framework of life
So complex yet so simply, so plainly: white
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
I lost him in a bottle of Mucinex
And a flood of serotonin
I lost him between the ‘D’ and ‘M’
And a flood of serotonin
Convulsions, fever, hallucinations
It was just because of serotonin
Overloading his system, forging images
That then began to own him
But then the questions late at night
Why did he choose to end his life?
Was it a choice, did he think of us?
It’s all because of serotonin
I can’t stomach the thought of him lying
At my age in a hospital bed
Because the world was too dark
That grandfather ghosts must stand above him and make a choice
All because of serotonin
And how did he—No!
I can’t go there
I can’t, I don’t want to know!
And in the end, all that’s important, was it was all serotonin
I lost him eight hundred miles away
Without a chance to hold on, not for a moment
I lost him at the Golden Gate
Because of ******* serotonin
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
A lighthouse I share a coast with reaches out and takes my hand
I breath the soft air the ocean offers, staying away from water
I can’t separate from dark, stormy sky
They say, when it rains
To look for rainbows
But there is no light but the periodic flash of my lighthouse
And the angle is wrong
They say, when it’s dark, to look for stars
But the storm clouds are thick
Scattering light
So I cannot chase it
A lighthouse I share a coast with reaches out to another and warns them
Of the rocks and cliffs
And for a moment I meet its eye before
It grasps another’s hand
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Darkness
Soft and resounding,
repulsive
yet resonant with my being.
I am surrounded by it, with only a faint sense
of self
and existence.
No shadow can pass through my realm of existence; my
vision
memory
reality.
...
Reality?
Is it real, or merely a fabrication of things I wish to be?
Are my thoughts, feelings, real?
Do they exist?
Or is everyone I know a marionette which I subconsciously maneuver, bending them to my own will, for my own pleasure?
Yet. . . the answer lies in pain and guilt.
I ask myself this, knowing if my reality was a dream constructed by myself,
I'd feel
no pain
no regret
And thinking of my sorrows, I ask again
not what is reality, but
what is dreamed?
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC