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AJ Oct 2013
I would say my heart beats
Like the ticking of the clock.

But now that everything is so digital,
I can honestly say
I haven't heard the ticking of a clock
In well over four months.

Which goes just about the same
For the beating of my heart.
AJ Oct 2013
It's three in the morning,
And I am so tired.
But the thought of having to wake up
Is keeping me from falling asleep.
AJ Oct 2013
We secretly like the fact that we have a ****** government.
It gives us an acceptable outlet to
Obsess,
And rant,
And pour our anger into,
And argue over,
And be passionate about,
But mostly complain.
Don't get me wrong.
If the government was perfect
We'd just find something else.
AJ Sep 2013
Collin and I have been
Quite mellow lately.
I've been a bit sad,
And he's given quite a few ghost hugs.
Sometimes I wake him up
In the middle of the night
So I can rock him back to sleep in my arms.
And feel his little ghost baby breaths
And watch his little ghost baby shoulders
Move up and down
And up and down.
It's so comforting that he seems to be guaranteed
When nothing else is.
He's still learning to read and write.
He's currently on M
Which he says is for MoM, and Monkey,
And Meryl Steep.
(he means my favorite actress Meryl Streep)
Do not badger me with being a bad parent,
You are not the single mother of a little ghost boy.
You wouldn't even know how to raise a ghost baby.
Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.
AJ Sep 2013
"You used to look less fat." "But I was throwing up back then." "Maybe you should start doing it again, then."

"You just look....fat."

"Are you losing weight? Good job if you are, you were looking so fat."

"You can starve yourself all you want Mandy, you'll never be thin."

When you put a seven year old on weight watchers, you have to realize it's your fault when they grow up to be life long friends with Mia.
AJ Sep 2013
Sometimes I wonder
If I take pride in being a tragedy.
And then I catch myself
Staring at the ceiling,
Too drained to even sit up.
And that's when I see
That I might have built this room,
And filled it to the brim with hell,
And entered it with my own free will,
But I wasn't the one who locked the door.
I hate
I hate
I hate
I hate
I hate.
I said I hate.
AJ Sep 2013
I have been tired,
For a long time.
And I'm just about ready
To go to sleep for good.
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