Holly 2d

A dungeon.
Typically seen as  four solid concrete walls.
Chains and a cold floor.
A tiny barred window with no sun.
A bolted shut door.

But what if this dungeon is your mind?
The past haunting every inch, refusing to be left behind.

The world that you see is sunny and full of life.
But behind these eyes is a blackness so bright.

A blackness that sucks the sun into eternal depths.
Rose petals can never be kept.

And the cloudy skies somehow never rain.
And your heart can never feel the same.

The voices of encouragement...
They turn into sneers.

The feeling of hope transforms into hot spilling tears.

And as they slide right down your messy face.
You lay on the floor; such a disgrace.

Everyone is pointing fingers; look at her now.
"I knew you would fail"

I can hear that sound.

But somewhere in this blackness is the sun I swallowed up inside.
Some sort of redemption, I hope to find.

Listening to the rain
Thinking back
To how it made you
I remember your face

Gloomy days
Spent laughing
Talking about galaxies
Parallel dimensions
Insane gods
Our favorite books
How there can be
So many of each
And how they all rule
Our lives
In the strangest of ways
Ways we may never

In the evening
You'd dance around
While cooking supper
Drinking dark beer
Smoking herb
And those fucking menthols
While eating zoomers
And singing
At the top of your lungs
Without a care in the world

If I'd only knew
You were sick
What you were thinking
How scared you were
Knowing something
Wasn't right
Ignoring it
Just trying to
Live happy
Much like I do now

My only wish
Is that we had more time
Because the pain
It doesn't fade
It only gets a little
Easier to handle
I know
That's selfish
But I'd still wish it
Just to see your face
A few more times
And say the things
I didn't get to

I think about what I would say
What I would do different
If it would even matter
Because we all die anyway
Even the best of us
Which you were
Teaching me things
Like how to live free
And die with dignity
With all flaws included
Owning them
Like golden medals

©James Dennis Casey IV

I spent the night in a sink ----- The cold, stale air
The wet tombstone ----- Pallid lights, local drink

I lie,
Festering fresh,
Sticky and sodden,
My chosen entrapment,
My shrouds,
With me,
As I swell and shrivel,
As I leak and absorb,
I become more of it,
It becomes more of me.
As I expire,
It gains life.


Alvira Jul 18

the memories won't go away
and i can't stop feeling like
you couldn't care less if i was here
or not.

it hurts that you couldn't care less,
that how i'm doing genuinely doesn't
matter. you're all up in your own head,
and when soemthing doesn't suit you,
you throw it away.

did i not suit you? did my depression get
the way of your night out?
you're throwing away 16 years of 'best friendship',
but part of me feels that i haven't mattered
to you in a long while.

i suppose it's your choice,
i'm tired of kissing your arse so that
i can call you my best friend.
it's your move.

it's funny because you hate her and she's been a way better friend in the past 2 years than you have in the past 12.
Alexa Jul 15

This sick feeling
In my stomach
I don't know why I feel it.

It could be anxiousness
or a bit of self-doubt.
It's really not worth
blabbering about.

It's probably nothing
just a cramp or my period
But I can't help but feel
it's more than that.

I shouldn't have to feel
so nervous late at night.
For the night is for sleeping
there's nothing to fright.

Now I feel cold sweats
on my forehead and face.
But it's not hot out
or cold even.

This sick feeling's taking over me
I can't control it now
I'll find a way to stop it
I will, but how?

Shaine Fraz Jul 10

He's known to flip the bat on occasion
it's blatant
-- radiating cool kid,
a mutant?

holy cardinal like:
who bare rib?
fresh cut new did,
said -- who is this?

"slow tread, wrangled me
there's a 4x4 in his 20/20,
he asked -- double play?
NO, I ran the base!"

kept pace enough for superstardom baring set backs he's set,
lack the vision but he starting running back,

ran back to the house of worship,
whore housed adolescence,
children they're just victims
with an unnatural talents,

an unnatural predator,
believed in --

shot blocks and safe sex fingers latex,
washed him from his feet to my index,
He's speechless,

it's blatant,
coverage hidden,
and what's written is
-- bailing unforgivable

as he quoted scripture,
his hand on the right shoulder,
he gets nearer,

100 meter,
still not older or sober,
And too young to know what scrotum was

'hell' of an athlete,
his pastor praised his ministries,

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Zen Dog Jul 9

She is a genius truly, in so many ways.
The way I need though... Only you can relate.

Angelique Jul 8

laughter is loud
when the sick are whispering
gentleness appeals to the unvierse
fear causes distances
that bring us closer to faith
because we pray for the existence of grace

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