The Gun

The gun is pressed to your head
and your drink is empty.
Tears are flowing
down your face
while anxiety is flowing
through your veins.
Imagining the click of the shaft
gives you an excitement
you have never felt.
Do you press the trigger?

Beautiful Release.

The longing to hit the
highway
and drive to the sun
is intense.
Living on a caffeinated rage.
You need a release.
Nicottine stained fingers are a reminder
so you give in to
the temptation.
The burning crackles
while you suck hard,
and exhale the delicious mist.
You feel the mind numbing tension
pull out of your veins.
Life no longer seems irritating.
Beautiful Release.

at times like this

what is there to say
at times like this.
at times of despair,
and fear.
at times of sickness
and intensity.
it's so easy to be hopeless
in the middle of all the despair
and fear
and sickness
and intensity

but you are wearing your brave face.

the way it is

the way it is can
cause you to freak the fuck out.
life is exhausting

morning

skin to skin
legs entangled
hand in hand
relaxed
eyes closed
breathing each other in
alarm goes off
damnit.
morning.

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A bad day in MommyLand.

The end of the day and
the lights are all off
The fan is on, and its breeze
is relaxing.
As relaxing as this moment can be.
Scratch marks in her shoulder are
a reminder
of the defeat she feels.
Always fighting,
never listening.
Her children are winning.
What happened to her cute babies?
Rolly and drooly and perfect?
Snuggly and soft and warm.
She sits on her bed and sighs
Overwhelmed
Scared
Alone
Not knowing what to do, or
how to win
this battle.

victory

he thinks he's right but
he isn't, can't admit it
being wrong is hard.

the way it is

the way it is
is hard
sometimes easy
happy
sometimes sad
full of life
sometimes tired
sober
sometimes drunk
always in love with you

cold

Cold.

Unfeeling.

hard to be surrounded with

visions of sun touching my face

warmth

but instead, 

I'm shivering.

the aftermath of your coldness

October

Guest writer!!! This one comes from my twitter buddy @jgquinton. 

It was in early October

I remember a hint of cold breaching my jacket

Just enough to provoke a shiver. 

The doctor said 6 months...

I think 6 weeks would be optimistic. 

All the things that we built

All the things that will be lost

All for each other

All lost with me.

I stepped over the rail and kicked my shoes to the river below

The icy metal stinging my feet.

I always thought I would believe in God in the end.

He didn't come, I still didn't ask. 

The wind picked up.

I didn't notice. 

A soft voice in my ear, just a whisper.

"jump"

It took all my will to step away. 

Crawl back over the rail.

I thought of you, and me, and life.

and for a split second I thought of the approaching headlights...

the metal crushing my body wasn't a thought at all.

People would never know the real reason 

...why my shoes float down the river.

Virginity

Hearts are racing
Blood is pulsing
Tonight will be the night

Hands are holding
Mouths are kissing
In this moment, it feels right

Clothes are falling
Bodies entwining
Just you and him, no light

Its happening
This is it
You'll never be the same

You are now a competitor,
a pawn, a soldier
in this love game

Sad Hopefulness

Shattered soul
picking up the pieces is
exhausting
Always picking up the pieces.
a sad hopefulness encourages you,
and your shattered soul
to try again.
Always trying again.
Tired of starting at the beginning
but don't know exactly what to do
Never know what to do.

Dark Corner

in a corner,
in the dark
soul twisting anger
and burning hot tears.
so hot it hurts to cry
but the hurt feels good,
so the tears continue.
what to do when it gets like this?
she doesn't know,
so she stays in the corner,
in the dark

Invasion

Tears roll down her face
Angry thoughts invade her space
Fights to live with grace