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We undressed the evening of my affliction and held it between us like a feeble morsel of sting; a flickering candle to fill in the cracks of my chest. rushing forward, my words undesirable; labored children of sad brown eyes leaving you forlorn. The ocean's bottom view...

yea, this might be the last cigarette i smoke. i'm a figure skater doing figure 8's. stuck on the ice. so much ******* work for nothing, sure it looks pretty but where does it get me? it's like saying you shouldn't talk to yourself...to yourself and laughing when you want to cry. i want so much...

I've been writing this story in a form a poetry. it's a long one. 3 books. i'm done. BUT! the second book needs A LOT of work. it needs to be completely redone. i've already got the first one published and in my hands and i refuse to publish the third till i finish the second completely. i...

The ports are empty And the streets are bare, Your smiles have left you And you’re the only one To keep you from caring Too much about it. You went so long without him (Keeping yourself busy and ignoring the fall) But with oceans of opportunity You found yourself back at the docks. I waited on...

This place is just words And empty letters sent home, I scribble them down To give them some hope But it’s only A dream That’s clear. I’m just a ghost Screaming out at the sea, To which no reply Falls upon me. So many faces But no smiles, Just mine. This place is just words And empty letters...

Everyone around me is dead and dark; from all the books I’ve read to the wallpaper. I am older but I’m cold, my age defeats me and you don't know, you'll never know. Chasing a bird with the sun at my back. My shadow tricks me, it'll never come back; letting go. Oh no, I haven't crash...

It feels ways too good To keep lying to myself, You think it’s okay but it’s not And you’ll keep it that way. Everybody’s laughing in the halls And I just want to go home. Constantly fighting with yourself To keep from going crazy But you don’t seem to care at all. It’s been like this for too...

Nobody will ever know you, Troubled child; Hidden sadness where you carry All your broken faces, Incomplete and disappointed. In your head you fight off the violence, Just stay quiet, And always smile so the ocean that surrounds Your sorrow pushes inland Leaving nowhere else To turn.

sorry sophia..coming back was a bad idea...whats worse than being seen as an alcoholic with problems? being seen as some punk who thinks his problems are cool. fresia this. i'm sorry.

quit the bullshit! lets do it! just quit the bullshit! lets stop acting like someone actually cares for me and wants me to get better. only one person has ever asked me to quit drinking. and she passed away. i'm accepting it now. i'm a drunkard and thats who the fresia i am. i drink to die i drink...

i started with the vodka at 6 when i got up and made my way to school today. by 10 i was way too drunk. this kid in front of me said "you're drunk" "you look like a trashcan" "dont puke down my back please" so i headed home. my brother driving. i was fine but that kid drives like a mad-man...

[/align]a man walks up, puts a gun to my head, and asks me if i hate him. i tell him yes and to go to hell. the rocks love the rain but they're just waisted space.

ugh :( i'm sick. really sick. the alcohol makes me feel better, bukowski makes me feel better, smoking makes me feel better campfires make me feel better, music and poetry make me feel better but the one thing that makes me feel the best is talking. just talking to someone. but i feel like...

the port lights don't shine for me, the harbour is dark for me. its over the cotton and the grain, it's over the porch steps and the window shades, it's over and done with, and i can't believe you're gone. So i'll keep my guns on the shelves and if you're as lonely as me let it rise over the...

i have no reason to be sad, fresia the good and fresia the bad! i'd fresia em all if only i had a million glads to fresia while i'm mad.

i hate valentines day, love, couples, and snow. i hate colors, happiness, laughter, and smiles. i hate a warm cup of coffee in the cold morning as the frost settles on my window, i hate the warmth of a shower that washes away the grunge from my grease mat of hair, and with a passion as strong...

Everyone around me is dead and dark; from all the books i've read to the wallpaper. I am older but i'm cold, my age defeats me and you don't know, you'll never know. Chasing a bird with the sun at my back. My shadow tricks me, it'll never come back; letting go. I am older but i'm cold, my age...

hi guys, i'm sorry i haven't been on in forever (not that anyone missed me) but i've been really really sick for the past few months and its gotten worse. i'll try to get on more cause i really miss this place and the chat room but its hard. being sick makes me weak. takes alot out of me. gonna...

the audeince fumbles with remembering the names as an overcast play just takes them away. The lover in lead is not the center of stage so you try to say that its all in your mind but i've said that too, so many times and you emptied the glass but you're not satisfied cause the glass was...

his name was cody, but most liked to call him abigail roams. he sat in the corner of parties making out with a 5th of vodka pretending it was some girl from his dreams. he did this everynight, and for some reason he liked it. the fact that he got invited was enough to get his hopes up...