Listless lovers under the covers, turned away from one another

They were knotted together as soon as their heart strings brushed

The fire that was dancing on the sheets simmering to a small ember

Eyes cast to the walls while ardent fingers pick at their unkempt bind

Shadows that once crossed merrily cower in the corner of the room

They wait patiently for one to grab the scissors off the bedside table

And to cut the tangled strands.

The youth are scratching up their throats
with paper & tobacco smokes.

Pinpricking holes in the fleshy, lonely parts
of their abandoned souls.

Rolling nature into little papers and trying
to slow the pleasure.

Drowning their sorrows in sickly sweets borrowed
from their parents' liquor cabinets.

Candy pills and paper squares dissolving,
highlighting the bright, evolving.

We came of age, we trade in our dreams for smoke, bottles, powder, needles, hallucinations, vibrations and green.

We saw others crumble, dead or alive, it spit all of us out eventually.

For those who lived, it's sad to see our fallen brethren as we walk towards adult mediocrity.

People don't really know
Anything about me
Except that I have blonde hair
Green/blue eyes
And fingernails
Bitten down
To the nub
From the anxiety
That course through
My veins.

But really
There is much more to me
Than meets the eye

Because I have moved
About a gazillion times
From Florida,
To Utah
To California
Back to Utah
To this cold wasteland
They call Idaho

I never really let anyone in
Because I never
Have time to
Because I'll be somewhere
For a year,
Maybe two,
And then get up
And leave to another place
With millions of new faces
That most I will never
Get to meet.

That my parents
Live in separate houses
And had this thing called
"Divorce"
Which keeps them a state away
Because my mom
Back stabs everyone she meets
And is the most negative person
I have ever met.
And this is why I live
With my Dad
Whom I adore
Because he has been through
So much
And is still here.

That just a year ago
I dreamt of being famous
And standing on a stage
Singing my heart out
Doing what I loved
And yes I say loved
Because it was an old dream
One that I realized
Was not a dream
I could make
Reality.

That my favorite color
Is teal
Because of the boy's eyes
That I fell for
Or maybe
It reminded me of the ocean
And how I longed
To live there one day
And get to stand in
California
Because somehow I think
I belong there
Belong with the ocean
And the palm trees
And maybe they have
Better people than here.

That I would do anything
To get away from
This stupid town
Because every time I move
It's just onto
Another stupid town
I want to just buy a plane ticket
And fly to California
Or somewhere
Far, far away.

Because I can't stand
Living somewhere
That I hate

Because I want to be
Happy.

And guess what?

Three more years
And I can finally leave

To where I can forget
About moving so much

To where I can maybe
Get attached to people
And not have to leave

To where I don't have
To think about
The woman who raised me
Turned into this monster
Who I never thought
She could become.

To where I can
Move onto a new dream
One that I can
Really make
Reality.

So this is me
Sumed up in this
Confusing and
Long poem

So now I'll be done
With who I am

Who are you?

-e.w.

The horrors fill
Each inch
Of my shaking body
As I think about the future
And how I don't think
I'll be able to make it
That far
Because one after another
My demons
Come to see me
One by one
Like an assembly line
Of my deepest
Fears.

-e.w.

dew drop demons heavily falling off the leaves
                                                           then landing on my cheeks
                         where the absent of tears is present
electric strands twisting in the clouds
                                            making loud noises illuminating my face
                  and shaking loose the self knotted noose
the birds are calling to me,
                               chirping quietly watching with beady black eyes,
          responding to my cries and lamentations
as I fall to my knees, no longer running,
                                                                ­     ready  
                                                         ­      my wails turn into whimpers
as their wings began to whisper
                                  the raindrops start to quiver,
                                                              da­mpening my already worn skin
cuts from branches and thorns burn
                                             and my clothes are torn
I can hear them in the silence
                      as they take flight
             then gently land
in my hair and on my bare skin,
                                               their little claw like fingers grasp
I'm surrounded in sight by bright black wings
                                      circling my vision
                          they begin twisting into shapes I've never seen
               eradicating me
                                 and I go home,
                                                      painl­essly.