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I Got Nothing (suicide)

I got nothing
Nothing else inside
Nothing else to speak about
Nothing else to hide

I got nothing
Nothing to call mine
Nothing to make me smile
Nothing to leave behind

I got nothing
Nothing to ease the pain
Nothing to protect me
Nothing to guide the way

I got nothing
Nothing else to give
Nothing else to hope for
Nothing to make me live

I Got Nothing

Carl Joseph Roberts
Just a poem, not how I fee at alll.  Just how I think others feel.
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
Melissa S
Early one morning in a small cafe
I wanted to disappear so I came here
With only a dollar to my name
The waitress was friendly and brought me some coffee
Thank goodness the refills were free
She didn't ask any questions just simple conversation
It is like she knew exactly what I did need
She brought me a plate of bacon before I could resist
Then smiled sweetly and said "this plate will never be missed"
This waitress made me believe in people again and humankind
All because of simple kindness and for giving me a moment of her time
To this day whenever I smell bacon cannot help think of her and smile :)
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
Traveler
I’ve disturbed the senses of many
Does my conscience allow such?
It was not light I dwelt in
But sheer stagnation I call home
The newt’s eye never exposed to colors
The fungus of the darkness
Moist, cool and unseemly
Molds and mildews so foul
Yet not for the indigenous
I am but a proud mushroom!
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
Traveler
Joy of living shown in his smile
Still a sense of distrust lingers
Make sure it’s locked
Check it twice
There, now the smile re-emerges
A few shorts, Inspired by my friend
Rained-on Parade.
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
Zephyr
Yeah, I'm a loser, I know.

But I like it that way

cause that means I'm being me
My sister has dubbed me as Loser, so that's my official name at home for her :) She doesn't mean it seriously but it's fun.
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
martin
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
What a vision of loveliness you have become
As I watch from the wings sipping a Pimms
A one-sided love affair has just begun

She holds a martini and graciously flirts
Still wearing the fetching tennis skirt
All the boys stare as she climbs up the stair
Every one wishing she could be theirs

Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
Did I cheer too loud for the match that you won?
Was our handshake too long when I told you well done?

And now it is nineteen seventy one
What an excellent wife and mother you've become
But alas not to me
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
Inspired by   A Subaltern's Love Song   by the late, great Sir John Betjeman.
Apologies to Betjeman fans :)
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
st64
blinded by startling light,
can one really
see?


mild visions sitting in the dark corners
of shame
strong options flying about
in wild abandon
demanding resentful attention
no epiphany on the steep edge of nerves
just constant and silent grating
escalating the fatalistic complexion
of old wounds
seeping through the rotten bandage
of sickening pretense
rank blood-clots scream such fine expletives
your curling toes may not cope with


which one is chosen..?
dual visions
of life and death
opponents on the same board
no coercion in choice
neither works solo
third option hides
beneath the burning scales of judgment


live through life and death
cut through the slices
of pain
even serrated wedges are better managed
than large edifices


yes, far better to
CRE8 options
than swallow the superb crap that Life shoves
just, who in hell said:
there's only one way...



visions can be
overturned*




S T, 9 July 2013
now, see here: have a jolly time, man.

irony: how we fear options, even when they gloriously exist!




sun-entry: "light of the moon"


live
by the light of the moon

afore ye know it:
without any ceremony
you'll just nod off
for good
then, nicely
they'll try to wash the death-stink off you
and carry you off ...
roll you in some rosed-up rags and
maybe cover you in some splinters of wood
dump you in some deep hole
where they'll scatter some sad words
over your sorry carcass
saline petals, maybe
and think of you
once a year

hence:
to live FULLY by the light
of
the moon..
gotta be
worth living for


(fear not that
that moon will shine
on that patch of ground
anyway :)
 Jul 2013 Jaymi Swift
Mike Hauser
My radio just went silent
Another episode of mimes
Most of them are reruns
That they play from time to time

I'm pretty sure I've heard this one
Where they're in that tiny box
Not sure if they're trying to get in or out
Either way I wish them luck

I don't know how they do it
Mimes on the radio
Oh listen, it's the pretend to fly off with the umbrella routine
Truly a favorite of them all

You can pick them up on several stations
Though I'm partial to AM59
Out in the middle of nowhere in a rain storm
Seems to me to be the best of times

So if you find yourself in radio silence
Don't reach to change the channel out right
Just sit back and enjoy
The finest in Radio Mime

WAIT A MINUTE...THIS IS CRAZY
Is that three mimes that I don't hear
Preforming the famous Zambolini Mime Trick
In which two mimes died last year

I don't think that I can listen
The silence is killing me
Don't they know what they're attempting
Is pure insanity

Someone tell me when it's over
It can't take the suspense, this heart of mine
For there is nothing more exciting
Than an afternoon of radio mimes
I'd like to thank *martin* for this great idea...
Did I say great? Well at least for the idea...
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