Prologue: Cemetery Gates October 1991. I was asleep. No, that's a lie. I was sitting in my bed not wanting to get up. If I got out of bed my roommates would mock me. I know they heard Traci and me fight all night. When we started dating they all warned me that it would be the greatest mistake of my life. They were right. But I didn’t care, she was hot, and she was into me. I’d rather go to bed angry then be alone. If I we...

Darkness Calling me deep from my troubled soul holding me to my past deeds horrible deeds, terrible deeds Mind reeling begging for peace desk drawer open hurting eyes, screaming soul locking on my service piece Dark Angel whispering telling me, coaxing me calling me one click one click and you have peace My Angel howling thru the night crying out N O taking human form warm hand on mine, eyes pleading heart calling me brin...

Light tries to tumble through my windowBut it only hits the glassAnd bounces back into summer.Curled up on my bed,Huddled under the blanketTo hide the cuts and ribboned pain,I see it throw itselfAgain and again,Hurling itself with rumbunctious abandonTo slap me in the face and throw me to the ground.Meaningless.The light cannot touch me now.Night jasmine is sweet and beautifulAnd scents the air with delicious perfume.It h...

"I knew I'd find you here. Taylor, you've got to learn to let go. It doesn't matter how many times you visit, she's not coming back.""Don't you know I know that, Kaley! God, you don't have to keep reminding me!" Taylor answered in an angered voice."Taylor, I am only trying to help.""Kaley, the only way you can help me is by digging her up, putting me in the casket with her, and burying me alive with her until I join her t...

Today's news ...... Hands in pockets Head down Moves through crowded halls  Hey did you hear what happened His dress of like those around him Blends in but is ignored  Yeah wonder why he did that  Side glances of nose up Turn their back Crude smart cracks  By the way who was he  Inside aches to belong Knowing he never will be a part of  You know what's his name  Lonely left out not of the grid A misfit non feeling nothing...

Washington Heights Two men met on Bennett Avenue, New York City, a dark and dirty street on the shady side of town. One’s purpose was to purchase drugs, the other’s purpose was to sell. The buyer was a young man, dressed moderately and clean. The seller was an older man, poorly dressed, and dirty. They had been client and clientele before so there were no suspicions on this night. The young man always paid cash and the ol...

They turned and looked at each other and both knew they were thinking the same thing. She put out her hand for him to take it into his. Then, together, they stepped off the ledge. He’d seen people like it before. On a seat in the street or a shopping centre, at a beach, on a train and at lookouts like the one he was at now, it doesn’t matter, he knew who they were. People so disconnected from society by grief, drugs, or m...

Her eyes opened to a new day. Anita rolled over in her twin bed and shut the loud, buzzing from her alarm clock off; knocking on the floor her notebook and pen. She reached down and picked it up, reading the words she had wrote the night before: Alone, there is nothing I can do. Is this normal, it is all too formal. Alone, for way too long. The past hurts too much, love is lost. Alone, I look toward the moon. It makes me...

I was sitting on a curb on some random city street with 3 duffle bags full of what I believed to be the most important things in my life. In reality, it was all just clothing...some clothing I don't even wear anymore...and a couple of CD's that I considered to be a part of me. You ever have somebody yelling and crying at you while you're trying to pack your belongings? You sorta leave things that you should of packed, and...

I want to depict a story of a no- one, not just any no- one, but a no- one who had a real story to tell. His outward life was perhaps not that extraordinary; he was a twenty-something, working in sales, single and relatively popular with the few friends that he actually had. It was his inner life that was the most interesting, and disturbing. It is disturbing in that it has so much in common with many people currently res...

I guess I really can’t blame them.How could they be expected to know the truth,When all they see is some well-rehearsed smile,That I have been putting on in the morning,Like a clean shirt.I think I have it down to a science,I’ve been doing it for so long.I’ve polished my act to where I almost fool myself sometimes,Yet at times the sadness slips through to the world.My mother asked me the other day if I was doing drugs aga...

She stood there out of place. Nobody wanted her there and she was pretty sure she didn’t want to be there either. Her black dress hung awkwardly over her large belly. She had a speech prepared but knew she couldn’t deliver it, not that his parents wanted her to. After all, how well did she know the boy lying in the casket at the front of the church?The seats were so close together, she had to back up against the pew to ac...

Pain. It seems all my life I’ve dealt with one kind or another. Part of me wants to shut the louder half of me in a little box, somewhere…anywhere, until it's bursting at the seams. Maybe I hope it will kill itself off, polluting its own environment with its own filth, just like part of me always has. The other parts want to ignore it, try to stop it and beat it down, keep it down and destroy that one part, that deceitful...