everytime i come back home
i get this feeling i’m alone
yet the streets are all the same
and all my friends still know my name.
i wonder when i’m at my door,
will this key work anymore?
does someone else now live inside,
and think the former tenant died?
i don’t know if i’ll be back this time
The early morning sun shines through my window
warming my face with the thoughts of you and how you slept.
And I wonder if you are feeling the same as I do
your face plasters my thoughts, and cleanses my heart
and all the while you have my heart <3
piss off!
Why as people are we so self indulgent?
When a 5 year boy dies in Africa.
we turn our heads astray
When a 5 year old dies in America
We turn our heads and pray.
millions of children feel the hand of death upon them
long before they should
many have been shot
have been killed by disease and starvation.
this is unnecessary.
and this wont affect you at all…
“Here’s to you and here’s to me, and I hope we never disagree. But, if that should ever be, to HELL with you, here’s to ME!”
my friend
your warm glow, brightens my day and, brings a smile to my face
your hugs are pure comfort , I strain to let you go
but i know deep inside my heart
I don’t just want a friend
I want what I cannot have
your hand in mine
and a heart which I have grown to know and love
I was aware of something
a change in her tone in her touch and in her response
I could not understand why?
A problem was not addressed to me
and then I read , not on a note, not from a friend, not face to face
but from a computer, revealing to me what I had suspected
I was not sure what to do
so I will think to myself
until I know
why…
I sit in solitude on my matress contemplating the previous series of events which have occured.
To me, no rest shall come, no friendly greeting awaits, no comfort what so ever. I cannot describe the agony pulsating through my arteries. I cannot bring myself to release it; instead it comes flowing as if from my arteries themselves as flowing lines of salty fluid, coming from my eyes flowing to the corners of my mouth.
I haven’t the energy to wipe them from my face, now swollen and moist. the one real person i could count on is no longer burdened by worry, by pain, my sadness, or remorse, he is gone. he was my friend, from infants to adolescence. But no more than that.
-Addison Rine
(myself)
as I come through a familiar doorway
glazed
I can feel my pulse
undulating through my temple
my eyes water
and I wonder, what would change
if my blood ran red…
me on the floor
and my one last feeling
flowing freely from my neck…
a calming mist fills my pupils
my pain is gone, and I am dead
by myself
