i used to dream of our fingers interlaced as we walked towards our home.
like young children playing mommy and daddy, or kings and queens on thrones.
i used to wonder if one day your lips would somehow meet mine.
if someday you'd kiss me, and my knees would go weak, and my eyes blind.
i used to hope that maybe one day you'd somehow like me back.
but then i remembered that would probably
give me a heart attack
because boys like you
would never even take a second glance
at a girl like me,
and sadly i guess that's just how it has to be.

-s.p.

Torn away from his two loving parents,
And put on display in a zoo,.
Gus suffered from chronic depression
A white bear with black moods, sad but true.
He’d swim figure eight’s by the hour,
as if stuck in a Mobius strip.
Zoo officials called it a neurosis
But were worried their bear just might flip.
A consultant said Gus had depression
And collect a munificent fee.
Gus would be treated with Prozac
And be as happy a bear as can be.

she only treated me carelessly, but i loved her endlessly.

I used to think
you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

But judging from this hollow ache I keep feeling,
every time your name doesn't appear on my phone,
I was wrong.

of suicidal disposition
                  twas the depressed soul
                          his mind thoughts
                                          were out of control

a step too far
                 he took
                      contacting a euthanasia advocate
the doctor of this bent
                             gave advice
as to how his depressive state
                                                 could be transformed
into a non event

he explained
in detail
how to exit
all earthly woes
                                  the depressed man had
not a terminal illness
                                  all he sought twas
a vestige of mental wellness

                                                                                     his parents left to grieve
                                                                         their son's decision
                                                     though the fault lies
                                                                                                 in the advocate's
                                                                           poor judgement
                                                          of the young man's
                                                                                               mental state

I have a college degree,
no money,
an idea in my head,
and that is all I can see.
Make money, be happy,
made out to be,
the simplest thing.
But when dropped like a fish out of water,
into the so called social society,
without you I am a lifter with no spotter,
and the cure to my sobriety.
So let us see if I can swim to shore,
and get the breath of fresh water,
and you can be there like you swore,
to save me from the slaughter.
You will be my anchor to hold me under.

And now I guess because
you're not replying
and your phone doesn't seem to vibrate
every time I send you a text
our relationship is in silent mode.