the windows are shut
the blinds are drawn
the door is locked
the lights are out
but the house is awake

the floorboards ripple
the walls squirm
the ceiling shakes with nervous energy
the doorways twitch

night has fallen
the people inside are fast asleep
but the house is awake

Sometimes I wish,
My sleep wouldn’t end,
So I wouldn’t have to deal with anything,
Ever again.
All alone in this hell called life,
Just makes me wish,
I would not survive.
Only more pain awaits,
They say it will get better with time,
But they don’t know,
No one understands it.
The unending sadness,
Of being alive.

Good Evening, Let's chat
How about we go and
have ourselves a night cap,
The day was hectic,
Yeah, I'll drink to that.

I'm just glad it's over and
the weekend is here,
We toast our drinks and
we both give a cheer.

This week was a rough one,
If you only knew,
Just so glad that we pushed and
made it on through

It felt like this weekend
would never arrive,
The week did moved
slowly but, yet we Survived,

Let's not fuss and grumble,
okay my dear friend,
Let's get this thing started and
enjoy this weekend


B.R.
DATE: 9/25/2024

Walls closing in,
Gasping for air.
Needing to run,
But not knowing where.

Every corner seems haunted,
There's no light to be seen.
Hearing such voices,
No one could know what they mean.

They chase me,
Everything does.
Everything is nothing,
Like how it first was.

Too much pressure, oxygen runs out,
I'm running out of life.

Is this how it feels like,
To be buried alive?

-anoeska

Shall the cries of the dead be heard?
When the world quites down,
Do the weeping winds coax their pain?
Seeping the ground for their comfort,
Will the rain find it's purpose then?
Will it be happy knowing it's not just a source of shallow joy for the living?
Will the clouds stop crying?
Out of pity for the dead,
once alive,
Does the sun apprise us of the regret of the day before or the one ahead,
Does it pity the ones it doesn't serve,
The ones dead

I can’t begin
Its hurts too much
The pain of this ending erases every grain of my love
My ability to care is gone
But I will endure
I turn away and walk with purpose to my new life
I am not whole, I have cracks in every joint
But I will live on
I will not forget you
For I will not allow your maltreatment of my spirit to prevail
But I will live on
The hurt will make me feel,
I know I am alive
I will not cry for mercy
I have no tears for you
If you were hurt, I would walk away never noticing the speck that is you.
I will endure and move on

Am I alive or am I dead?
About this much can be said.
If I was dead would I know?
I might think I am here and just go
into the attic as a ghost,
and sit there for years  or decades at most.
Not knowing that time went by,
sitting there not knowing why.
Ghosts have no concept of time,
letting centuries pass by.
But ghosts cannot communicate and talk
with those who are alive on earth and walk,
they could go into the light but do not,
so on the earth they remain caught.
If they go to the light they can see past family,
and others that they wish to see.
So dont end up in between alive and dead,
as a ghost as I have said.
Go to the light when you die,
so you will not wonder why.