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 Dec 2014 Nikki
Stevie Ray
CRAP, I CAN ******* THINK IN CYANIDE & HAPPINESS COMICS!
Just for those who don't know... Cyanide & Happiness (c&h;) are small comics usually with really dark humour to them. http://explosm.net/comics/3767/

And to clarify, I just realized that I can put thought processes into comics like those. And if you know what c&h; is you would also know that this is in fact very bad for me.. It's not a good sign.. (but still, it's ******* awesome)
 Dec 2014 Nikki
lk
Summer
 Dec 2014 Nikki
lk
summer*
noun* sum·mer
1.the warmest season of the year, in the northern hemisphere from June to August and in the southern hemisphere from December to February.

Often defined by most students as a break; freedom
Some adults may define it as the time when the kids are home
Others may say 'vacation', and to others as 'business'
And some people may only think of it as a regular day or one of the four season.

But to me it's not a break or vacation; not a regular day or something I always look forward to.
Summer to me is a desperation, a depression
A time where I'm completely alone, with nothing to do
No places to go, no people to see.

But I know I'm not alone,
I have a loving mother and protective father who come home every night
And a younger brother who loves me, and friends who care for me
But still, I'm completely alone.

I don't see what the problem is if I have all I need within my reach
It's sunlight through the window; always in my sight, always ready to grasp
But no matter how hard I try it continues to slip from my hand
Like it was never there at all.
 Dec 2014 Nikki
The Darkness
Density
 Dec 2014 Nikki
The Darkness
**** rises to the top





Gold sinks to the bottom.
Monkeys love playing with ****.
 Dec 2014 Nikki
The Darkness
...Is there anything more pretentious than unsolicited advice?
 Dec 2014 Nikki
The Darkness
Gonna be a trail of tears
for the ***** that cried wolf.
Gonna scalp his white  hair,
and chuck his body off the roof.
And when he hits the ground
his spirit guide will show up.
To say he wouldn't be dead
if is *** had shut up.
Old ******* die hard
but for him it'd be a mercy.
His only joy in life
is posting weak *** verse.
The burial ground
were I leave him won't be cursed.
How we did the Cherokee was bad,
but what's in store for him is worse.
 Dec 2014 Nikki
n 8
My thoughts are
Melting snow
On the war statue
Downtown

My politics
Correct when it ain’t

I’m sick of the selfish
Bodies I witness
Beating against time
Crying for love

I’m hungry for
The first drink
Of the morning
The smoke of solitude
The abandonment of babes

All I see is fog
Encompassing streetlights
And bodies and buildings
My tongue is gone
My breath is shallow

The year is almost up
Better go get another

The day I die
Will be the day I say
Goodbye once and for all
I say goodbye
Open backed pick-up truck, bouncing down a beatnik road, carrying the remnants of Dean Moriarty, as eyes catch hold of the four days growth on the face of Cool Breeze.

One flew well beyond the cuckoo’s nest “transcending the *******”

“…The Nowhere Mine…we’ve got bubble-gum wrappers…We’re going to **** it out from under the world…working in the Nowhere Mine…this day, every day…”

Kesey put away on two counts of possession, released on bail at the risk of residences belonging to fellow compatriots.

“LSD-25, IT-290, DMT”

Interrupted the transition through the idle doors of consciousness, requiring the free minded to travel “beyond acid”

“The Nowhere Mine…Nothing felt and screamed and cried and I went back to the Nowhere Mine.”



“It’s my idea,” he said, “that it's time to graduate from what has been going on, to something else. The psychedelic wave was happening six or eight months ago when I went to Mexico. Its been growing since then, but it hasn’t been moving. I saw the same stuff when I got back as when I left. It was just bigger, that was all-“

“-there’s been no creativity,” he is saying, “and I think my value has been to help create the next step. I don’t know if there will be any movement off the drug scene until there is something else to move to-“

WHY?

“I’d rather be a lightening rod than a seismograph.” He said.


“The Nowhere Mine…”
 Dec 2014 Nikki
A
If the sadness goes
What will be left of me?
Post-psychiatrist visit thoughts.
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