a friend of mine once
asked me if one of
my poems was about
someone who had been
brainwashed. i simply
answered "no" and silenced
the thought, for the
poem had been about
myself. in the week to
come, i came to realize
that yes, in fact, i had been
brainwashed. my sadness
had brainwashed me and
now my fried brain has
destroyed any thought of
recovery. the sadness
is addictive.
escape
while
you
can.

This is the journal of
Amethyst Marie
where all are welcome
and all are free,
but only if you know
the name of Amethyst Marie.
Few know the girl that
fits the name, but if you do
then have no shame;
continue reading and
explore the mind of
a tortured soul who went
mad with time. The insanity
only continues to sprout
as the clock ticks on,
no, there is no doubt that
Amethyst Marie will continue
to write no matter how much
it hurts every night. She will
continue to use the pages
until no more are left
to fill. Amethyst Marie will
document every feeling she
has until the last pill that she
swallows. Either the one that
takes her away or the last one
that allows her to keep from
going insane. So welcome to
the journal of Amethyst Marie.
I hope you enjoy your stay
and I hope you can return to
come visit me.

Wandering minds
and shallow voices
fill the world
with blissful ignorance.
The ignorant remain
happy and joyous, while
the lovely depressed
see the truth and gore.
Their brains may
never heal and their
hearts remain weak.

I belong to
the stars. My
soul should
float freely
through the
evanescent light
given off by
the flames.
Instead, I am
stuck. Stuck on
this planet to
rot for years
and lie my
feet on this
polluted ground.
Society has
revoked all
beauty from our
once lovely home.
Now we rest
our bodies inside
a contaminated arena
where love has
been banned and
only hate and gore
are present.