Poetry Blogs (2016, suicide)
Don Matthews on TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar (22 minutes ago)
poemagraphic on TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar (2 hours ago)
Brian Maryon on TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar (3 hours ago)
M.C. Newberry on TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar (4 hours ago)
Dear stranger, I bet you don’t know you’re a hero.
Dear stranger do you realize you saved me.
Dear stranger, the moment you stopped me and asked “are you okay” is the same moment I no longer wanted to die.
Dear stranger, how did you know I was in so much pain, how did you know I was so lonely. Dear stranger, did you know I was going home to die.
Dear stranger, the look of concern is st...
Saturday 10th September 2016 2:32 am
Maybe my last step
Im not turning on lights
I wanna walk blind
Maybe fall in the road
See a falling star going 80 miles an hour
But it all moves slow
Why move i like it here
No pain i cant feel a thing
Im content why go?
i bet if i jump wave around ill scare it
and its all mine so i wont share it
come ill show you where depression lies
in a 2005 chevy lights...
Monday 5th September 2016 9:43 am
Whispers traveled the corridors,
Anxiety filled the air -
And there in the corner, she lay
As fine as a porcelain,
With skin as cold as ice.
Nobody dared to approach
But anyone could see,
The pills that lay nestled -
Within the palm of her hand.
And in the midst of all the tension,
The silence seemed to overwhelm -
Those who looked on wanted to run,
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:42 am
If time had stopped,
Where you stood and waved -
A hint of a smile that couldn't be erased,
And we forgave each other.
Like, old friends reuniting...
Old stories to tell and old feelings long gone.
You knew while I couldn't figure it out,
As a bystander I heard the news.
I had treated life like a dream,
And you were a form of reality as you stepped right in.
You taught me about the th...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:44 pm
If only he hadn't had freckles.
If only he had been taller.
If only he hadn't spoken with a lisp.
If only he had liked playing football.
If only he hadn't been so shy.
If only the teachers had noticed.
If only he hadn't worn shorts.
If only he had liked pop music.
If only he had said something.
Sunday 19th June 2016 10:36 am
My inner voice
More than just an uncomfortable thought
a enemy to myself and my peers
self destructing thoughts
relationship crushing voice
jealousy when there should be none
“I love you” but “I hate you”
The voice that tells me to live my life
The voice that tells me to end it
The voice that I can’t escape
The voice that I create
I’m not sure how much ...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 3:52 pm
Sitting in my cold room
That I fondly call my personal cell
I think about all the things I’ve done.
I see a black smoking gun
And like a coward, I grab it
My hand begins to become sweat.
My face is puffy and red,
While painful tears stream down my face
How did I get this low?
There is something inside of me
Wednesday 11th May 2016 1:15 am
Here I am
Empty when I should be full
I won't be sitting here, when the blood begins to pool
My body's getting colder now
I'm tipping over the stool
In this moment I'm not shy
Suppose it's time to say goodbye
Hope to see you in another life
Weathered friend of mine
Monday 25th April 2016 5:43 am
It's all a trap,
You say just one drink, won't hurt right?
Just one line, I won't do it again.
Just once , I want to try the needle to see what the big fuss is about...
I'll just kiss you once , like you won't break my heart.
Just to flirt with death and heartbreak seems to be an addication itself.
Flirtation, the most innocent form of doing something that will lead to something...
Thursday 21st April 2016 7:40 am
It’s the final burial ground –
the place where they go to die;
lapping dirt-brown waves;
tourist couples bidding goodbye.
Ships slicing through soundlessly,
as smog adorns the sky.
A pigeon hobbles by on its stump,
while a gull lets out a mournful cry;
beside benches, an old man holds out his cup;
on the cobblestones stands a solitary bride.
A homeless girl leans agai...
Wednesday 30th March 2016 11:40 am
Sit back with the captain and Jack
they all walk in
they found me wet with all the K-pins
get back up
got to get back up
I can see my soul is all but stuck
I got my meds, my sickened head
I got my life to get straight
the rest is what I make
the rest is what i make!
with never picky taste
if I’m gonna be yours lets get away...
Thursday 28th January 2016 9:16 pm