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I crawl out of the wreckage
after talking to myself
about the troubles I am having
with my debt and bills to pay.

I dig myself out
from envisioning  
my headaches taking hold
and threatening to blow my eyeballs out.

(And then I start to realize...)

I am stuck in the middle of nowhere
in a shop run by ghosts
and they won’t let me go free.

I stop envisioning
the woman who stopped talking to me
and I realize that I can’t go anywhere wherever she is.

Then I touch the counter
and I realize how dusty it is
but I don’t see any dust on my fingers

(And then I start to contemplate…)

What if I am not living?
What if I am wasting time
on the things making me dead on the inside?

I wander around this dead auto shop
and see the wrecked metal shell that was my car
and the wrecked driver that was me.

I only see it as a tomb
for a dead shell of a guy
too busy thinking about worrying and too busy thinking about dying
than paying attention to the road.
Danny Dec 2018
They don't make a sound
Creeping out from the darkness
To cause suffering
Scrutinizing fortitude
Never traveling alone
Laura Jul 2018
In America
You're either rich or ******
Or privileged enough
To be ****** by the rich
Medical bills
Car insurance
Groceries
Utilities
Student loans
******* that nobody can afford
Yet everybody pays for
Because this is America
And we need to have it all
In America
I'm ******
Because I'm not a millionaire
And that's the kind of salary you need
In order to survive
exist Jun 2018
“money can’t buy you happiness” sure, but it can pay bills that keep you afloat for a month
shower thoughts
Kewayne Wadley May 2018
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
LNI Apr 2018
With loathe and resentment
I wish for contentment
But there ain't too much of a thrill
When my emptiness cannot be filled.

With pills and black heels
I'm paying my bills
But my emotional debt
as you bet, I tend to neglect.

Yes, I acknowledge
it has gotten to be a bit of a pleasure
feeling so much displeasure

But ****** has mothered me so much
And now I am mesmerized by her soft touch

And people ask WHY
But don't they know that I swore to die?

I need sleep,
But Morpheus must be a Scorpius
As he is my star, my king
with his burning sting

I don't mind
If I've become blind
As I've already survived from that tainted spring
where Tiresias got his mortal drink

And maybe
I'll transform myself into a man for seven years
Penanced to **** sacred deers
But my ******* are blessed
to cut them off my chest

How could I eradicate myself?
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Xallan Nov 2017
It's more than a thirsty child
with a hollow stomach covered in mud
and the death rattle of distant war
in a country you've never been to

It's also the single mother
with the official-looking papers
and dollar signs
spread out on the kitchen table
the ink has blurred here where her tears
landed but she controls her sobs
and tells her illicit baby
It's going to be okay

It's also the minority minor
who kicks rocks in the streets with
his friends but all of them
are hiding a gun or a knife
learning to **** to save a life
but the only thing that makes him happy
is singing along in Latin
to the stolen car radio

It's also the foreign father
working his knuckles bare in conditions
certainly not worth his meager salary
so he turns to the bottle
and his family moves out
because nobody can pay the
hospital and legal bills
to be cited by politicians as a parasite

It's also the old man
and his only companion is a dog
and maybe he's another mouth to feed
but when wandering the streets
it's best to never be alone
and when the wild beast dies
he'll curl up by its now peaceful body
and cry himself to death

It's also the determined son
who gets up at the crack of dawn
to repair cars because it's his only skill
and trigonometry is too far fetched
so he dropped out of school
but he pays for his mother's ******
because it's cheaper than paying
for treatment for her addiction

It's also the young maid
who sings haunting songs of her people
that always end in sobs
because everyday his hands
move a little bit higher up on her thigh
but she has to keep this job
so she can afford the milk
which costs half a day's salary

It's also her wayward brother
who has a friend die every other day
and himself addicted to methamphetamine
and the government-funded shrink
makes him feel even worse
so after his best friend commits suicide
he decides he can't live another day
either

It's also the preacher's boy
who lives on a farm and does
man's work like what his father
tells him the good book says
and it also commands him
to beat his wife and son
so when he grows up he's gonna
learn how to read and be just like him

It's also the fairy girl
who's accepted that she's deep in debt
and now she's educated like a scholar
but her parents disowned her
for liking *** with ladies
so she's made some poor choices
and can't escape because she's trapped
and now doesn't have anywhere to go

It's also the finance coworker
with a nice company car
but has one daughter with autism
and another with scoliosis
and his wife has cancer
so between the medical fees
he can barely afford bananas

It's in every society
and even your own country
and no amount of empathy
can save everyone
me Aug 2017
The sun comes up too early
dissolving the night from behind
suspending last night's sleepless
in a passing timeless bind

Two worlds outside the window
The new day and the past
Toss the covers and brew the coffee?
or plead with the stars to hold fast.

The dawn shines soft at first watch
casting the world a pale blue
By midday it glares down on burdens
pointing cruelly at an endless queue

But noonday passed behind curtains
holds bothers in dark sympathy
lets correspondence die in assumption
ignores bills to delinquency

Either way the moon hangs devoted
bides his time in faded plain sight
to whisper the patience of nightfall
hold the world in it's pitiful light.
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Here's some advice for you,
From a friendly ghost for ghouls,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!
It's like death and taxes,
Nothing surer in your synapses,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!
Feedback welcome.
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