Why they call it Devil's Elbow,
I don't and never will know,
Because this is the most beautiful place I've seen;
It's so beautiful like a dream.
There are fir trees on the cliff behind the lighthouse dear,
Oh I do so love it here,
A light sheen of mist fills the air around the trees;
The sunset reflects on the sand which blows away in the breeze.
The majestic seagulls walk on the shore and fly in the air,
So freely and happily without a care,
Beautiful waves crash against the boulders in motion;
The seagulls sing a song of the ocean.
The beacon's light guides the ships at night,
Oh the beauty of it's light,
On and on the waves crash and flow;
Oh I love Devil's Elbow!

*~Marian~

I've been thinking, lately, I've been thinking a lot.
I don't want to be alive and I also don't want to die.
I'm just existing. No friends. No purpose. Nothing.
Just here. And this constantly bothers me because
everyone seems to have something or be doing something.
I feel constantly alone and while I'm alone I contemplate
doing the most rash and unreasonable things.
I'm scared for myself because I don't know exactly
what I am capable of when feeling this helpless.
I know I'll be getting into trouble sooner or later.
I just want to rush back to my old ways and say
**** recovery, because what has it done for me?
Caused me misery and allowed my mind to run
rampant with these awful thoughts. What would
you do in my position? I don't have money and no one
will hire me. I can't travel, I have no love life. I've lost
all of my friends and I can't quite pull myself together
on my own. I need help. What would you do?
This is not a poem. Just a stream of my thoughts.