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The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weightAs I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me As it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. So I continue to rock, My feet never leaving the ground, The swing never being allowed to do what it was built to do.The creaking comforts me. The rocking soothes me. No crickets chirping here tonight.No frogs croaking. Only silence. And the sound of a creaki...

Suicide

An average man that, once looked at a little closer, isn't really all that average

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 woke screaming. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire. The burning pain was excruciating. My body thrashed and shuddered.“Shh, Maxine, relax. You need to relax your body.” A man’s voice said. “It will make things a lot easier if you relax.”I felt cool hands on my shoulders, pinning me down. I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my muscles. It made the pain a little more bearable but I still moaned and conv...

College Class: Jumbled Up Thoughts

Jumbled up thoughts found scribbled in a notebook from my Junior year in college

We drive up the east coast in an old Cadillac where, as the drivers change, I try to convey to you thoughts which are abstract, but articulated like a bike tire going flat-a silent hisssssssss till you press down and there's no firm contactand what was originally meant's no longer in tactTill the air fills up and is released againAnother state, another 'Welcome' sign; I don't feel so much a welcomed human but a machine br...

We Used to Be Lovers

For those who have gone through a breakup.

Home alone, once again. You’re not here To hold me, Comfort me, Lay in bed with me. Why did we break up? I miss the weekends We spent all day In bed, cuddling, Kissing, Touching. I remember the First day you said I love you To me. I was on cloud nine That day. When we broke up, I became depressed, Went back to My old habits. I really need you Right now. Please? It’s raining in my life, And I’m drowning In my tears. Come b...