Some shit I wrote...

...a while back. Therapy is great, especially if you are a fucked-up disaster like me. There are pages and pages of this stuff, which I will upload slowly. Most of this stuff was written while I was in recovery, and I was in a very, very dark place. Please leave comments if you are moved to do so.


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I stood upon a mountain,

Looked ‘round at what I saw

A ruined, barren wasteland,

Breathing never more...

Fires burned and buildings fell,

The fields were razed and charred.

A blood red moon, a blackened sky,

Death left is calling card

Cried for mercy in the night,

Pleas that go unheard.

For now the end is drawing near

And will not be disturbed.

Falling to my knees,

I sob,

And stare in disbelief;

Alone, it seems I will be spared,

Anger,  at first, then grief.

The arid smoke,

It fills my lungs,

My eyes, they start to tear.

A little voice inside me

Says there's nothing left to fear.

And suddenly the earth begins

To shake and choke and cough.

The loudest sound I’ve ever heard,

No way to turn it off.

The oceans burn and turn to steam,

The land turned inside out.

The death cry of a planet,

No room for any doubt.

And suddenly, as it began,

It stops and all is still.

My mountain stands much taller now

I guess it always will.

The skies, they clear,

The fires, doused,

The water cooled and calm.

I opened up a tight-cleaned fist

And look inside my palm . . .

Some specks of dirt,

A rock or two,

A bottle cap, a weed,

And there, a tiny spark of hope:

A little yellow seed.

Is this enough to start anew,

This life so great and grand?

I plant the seed and pat the soil,

Right there where I stand.

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Here’s a piece of me

I hope it makes you smile

It took a while to make it.

So this is what it’s come to,

A whore who’s selling art

Little do you realize

In your hands, a piece of my heart.

I don’t do it for the money

I’m trying to make you happy…

Cause now it’s my job.

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Words I never meant to say

And things I have done;

They’re gone, too late . . . too late

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You know me,

So tell me, have I gone crazy?

Truly mad?

I’ve trapped myself in my head...

It’s safe.

And no one gets in.

But can’t get out.

But I don’t think I even want to...

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It is impossible to fly

While tied to the earth

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We can see the past and the future

(but we like to keep things interesting)

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I will post more as time allows. Thanks for checking this out.