put an end to suicide when you feel despair
think of all the loved ones that still want you there.

those who really love you that you leave behind
what it does them is really so unkind.

if you stop and think when it all goes wrong
just so no to suicide and prove that you are strong

Let's feel alive after the first cut;
the bloom on your wrist,
the white line on the mirror
separating where you have been,
and where you want to go.

You laid down in a blanket of snow
and rocked yourself like a river boat,
turning sleep in fits and waves,
to wake as a fraction of yourself.

Let's feel alive at the steep passing;
the sheer drop below,
the winter that thawed in your mind,
that first hit of love-
first taste of smoke and sugared ***.

I became vacant at the shop-fronts
and pinned myself to sleep
with **** and binaural beats;
the sea-wall to my mental health.

Let's feel alive in our life's passing;
the intersecting plot-lines,
the echoes of old suffering
that will dissipate as we make our way
to where we want to go.

I chose ice-cream
Over yogurt;
Strawberry, vanilla or chocolate.
Each equally without prejudice
Attracted.
The fifteen year old server
Was kinda short;
The vanilla tub had about three scoops
Remaining,
Stacked hidden like frozen snow-*****
As in war games.
His task would have been daunting
And embarassing,
And I, a humanitarian
From higher education,
An altruist from St. Joseph's,
Could not allow it.

The chocolate tub
Was yet covered,
And the sobbing child's cries
Were hardening in my ears
As Dad tried to allay
His chocolate tears,
Applying the five second rule.
I am an empath
By nature and poetry,
So, turning from chocolate,
Left me strawberrry.
Triple scoop too.
I believe
You thought through
Your choices
Like flavors of ice-cream.
Being imaginative,
I do.

One day of my life
Missing me

One day of me life
Missing me

This is because of you
This is because of you

You left my dream
You left my dream

Like a soul from the body
Like sweetness from honey

One day of my life
Missing me

One day of my life
Missing me

This is because of you
This is because of you

You took my heart
You took my heart

As suggestive a ******* as the
Thought of ink kissing paper kissing
Eyes kissing

Ink back. Letters drawn describing
The sound of drip-dripping drops onto
Parchment to form

Circular inkless stains on it, or perhaps in
These days rendering a touch screen
Untouchable;

Do you really wish to delete this
Draft?
"No, idiot machine. I just cried on it."