I need another vent,
someone,
anyone,
please help.

I have hid behind broken shadows, disappointed daydreams and somber reminders.

I have been bitten by the black widow of life, poisoning my veins with her venom of death.

I have been mutilated like one of Jack the Ripper's victim on the dark streets of London, left to bleed out.

I have escaped the evil smiles of Pogo the Clown that crept in my dreams as I slept at night, crying my black tears.

I have been Bound, Tied and Killed by the innocent friendly neighbor, twisted in the head by the devil himself.

I could hear the screams of the pregnant actress as the Family took her life in a blood bath, as they began their Helter Skelter.

I can not escape this Alcatraz of torture in my mind, that has been placed there by the lunatics of our time. But it is fun in this asylum.

Welcome to my padded cell.

I try not to fall asleep, not wanting to be away from you
But then I do I sleep deep, a rest thats way past due
But while I sleep your not gone, cause baby your in my dreams tonight
Distantly I hear our song, I wish id dream of you every night

Walking down the mottled shiny steps.
The pavement coated in icy slime.
Kind and careful.
Considering where I tread.
Angels fear to tread here.
Fear to touch and feel.
The distaste given by their entrance.
Totally unreal.
These slugs are not bullets fired from a maniacs gun.
Out with the  salt.
An evaporation of body.
Cruel way to pass.
Wonder if slugs feel pain.
(C) LIVVI

The mother of all oxo cubes.
Family trials and tribulations.
Queen of British t.v.
Between the programs, she would slip.
Sons at college.
And daughter's love issues.
Always there with good food and tissues.
Succumbed to the big bad "C".
Bowel cancer.
So in this poem entirely dedicated to this cool lady, I hereby leave a message.
If your body is playing up.
If your number twos flow out as water would, for more than a week or two,
Tell your medic about your flowing issue.
If you notice blood running through your it too.
May just be in the toilet pan.
Any persistent lower abdominal pain, my advice is please to do the same.
Go see your doctor as soon as you can.
This big "C" is fairly common.
Bowel cancer is treatable.
If you catch it in good time.
Linda Bellingham.
Rest In Peace.
So sorry you couldn't keep your real family's Christmas date.
Sleep well.
(C) Livvi

She didn't remember who she was
Before they told her who to be
And what to wear, and how to act
She had no recollection at all

Society placed her in a cage
But not before beating her down
Until there was nothing left
But a lost girl
Who followed trends
Who feared being herself
Who hated herself
And became addicted to fitting in
And staying in

The only place
To float in
Feeling tiny in this darkness
Tiny curb place in the space
This only scared place ...

Suppose I shove myself off
To the tiny spot in my brain
There has to be someplace else
To make me happy again ...

We will one day
When we are ready to lay
Soulless you keep telling
The memory of me and you ...

Where we are going
Where life is the mysterious gift
Is it still involving
to our magic place ...

Perhaps the answer lies
In the old lives of the wise
Can we wait?
Is it possible?
To be true and maybe hide ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Bouncing bubbles, pink and green,
Sweetest sight I’ve ever seen,
Telling of a girl scrubbed clean,
Floating rainbows, see their sheen,
Dancing down upon a bath,
Little circles from a splash,
Swirling colors, gold and red,
Water’s gone, now time for bed.
One survives and wanders on,
Comes to hover o’er the lawn,
Now reflecting starry light,
Disappears into the night

Into the vast emptiness I go
once again
trying to give my mind
and soul
time to recover from the mess
you have made of them
as you,
you walk away
unharmed
and carry on with life

Some lust after, some fear
some don't consider the inevitable and the unclear

I can't surrender to an existence so mere
without questioning life on this sphere