#suicude
Fading asleep
Three blurry forks in the road
three of everything
Until i blink.
I crawled up out my passenger side door like a submarine hatch
lifted the heavy weight with my back
Didn't think to roll down the window
I called the band to laugh at the irony
we just wrote a song on falling asleep
crashing our car, dreaming in autumn.
In the song, I dreamed of a girl I'll never have.
But when it happened
I was dreaming of the leftover sheppards pie at home.
Swerved into a rock wall,
Kick flipped my mercury on it's side.
I wore my seat belt
woke up drivers door to the ground.
An old man stopped to warm me.
my grandmothers ghost
in his passenger seat.
offered I sit in their car
out of the cold
Until the firemen arrived.
I saw my mother's blue SUV coming
And waved for the elderly couple to part.
tears in my mothers eyes,
she hugged me tight.
The police showed
To Check out the scene.
as I was alive,
They mostly watched me.
laughing hysterically
At how prophetic poetry can be
and how lucky I have been
And how my shoulder angels are my grandmother, and a gambler named risk.
When My partner arrived she expected me crumpled bleeding.
Smiling false safety through the phone
as I bled out
But I was fine.
she stormed towards me.
her friends stepping outside the car.
her girlfriend in the passenger seat
in the fetal position.
Throwing a tantrum, because she wouldn't get to sleep with my security blanket tonight.
she held me greiving.
I felt like this was an alternate universe.
where I survived
and this wasn't the real story.
The tow truck arrived as the cops collected my Lisence,
the medical professional
okay'd me to sleep tonight.
The firemen flipped my car onto the rockwall from being sideways.
The tow truck grinded my car across the wall into metally pulp.
They collected the bits and dropped it off on my driveway a mile down the road.
my partner drove her friends home
to return to my bed later.
check i was breathing throughout the night.
My car, crumpled. Missing an eye. Looked like a corpse.
like a reminder of what should have happened.
you could feel all sorts of spirits
when I opened the trunk.
contents compacted against the left side.
when i woke up, all i saw was laughter.
At the irony.
the shock.
how many more times
I would need to die
before I perform a magic trick.
if i turned my car into powder
turned my story to a falacy.
how long before their panic attacks become a suicide?
And I'll stop seeing three of everything.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
The weak breeze whispers nothing
the water screams sublime.
His feet shift, teeter-totter
deep breaths, stand back, it’s time.
Toes untouch the overpass
soon he’s water-bound.
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
the view from halfway down.
A little wind, a summer sun
a river rich and regal.
A flood of fond endorphins
brings a calm that knows no equal.
You’re flying now, you see things
much more clear than from the ground.
It's all okay, or it would be
were you not now halfway down.
Thrash to break from gravity
what now could slow the drop?
All I’d give for toes to touch
the safety back at top.
But this is it, the deed is done
silence drowns the sound.
Before I leaped I should've seen
the view from halfway down.
I really should’ve thought about
the view from halfway down.
I wish I could've known about
the view from halfway down—
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
I don't know how to tell you just how happy you make me.
When I think of you, all I can feel is happy.
All my problems are gone, only a light feeling remains.
When we talk, I always feel like you value every word that comes out of my mouth.
That even if you didn't know, you would always take the time to listen.
I find myself almost bashful as I catch your eyes, but hide it with a wink.
There's a gravity between us, a pull, a string, maybe even fate?
You feel like a sun in my life, and I a moon, glowing in your presence.
One night, I even thought of introducing you to my father.
By my side or miles away, whenever I think of you I think I could move mountains.
If any form of love exists, maybe this is it?
You make the pain, the hate, the anger, the suicide
You make that go away, instead replaced by light and happy.
I want to be that for you.
So maybe I do know how to tell you how happy you make me, maybe all I needed was the lightness to say it.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC