Why Me? by Hector Cuatepotzo

You tell me you miss me, and you don't call.
You tell me you like me , and you don't really care.
When I talk to you, I stutter, and I mumble
And I wonder; Why ME?

You had a man and you left him, you found me!
And told me, "I like you!" but ...
But, but is where you left me; didn't answer
And, didn't wonder, if you hurt me!

Now, you come into my life and
You tell me you miss me, and you don't call;
You tell me you like me , and you don't really care;
When I talk to you, I stutter and I mumble
And I wonder; Why ME?

I'm confused! And you know that!
Now I wonder if you're playing a game!
I know you don't miss me, and I know you won't call
I know you don't like me, and I know you don't care!
So why do you call me, and make me wonder,
if this is all a game?

You tell me you miss me and you don't call
You tell me you like me and you don't really care.
When I talk to you I stutter and I mumble,
And I wonder, Why ME?


Copyright © 2004 hector cuatepotzo, logistic styles

Ultradia (A Sestina) by Milly

You stare hard but the sky is always cold.
Follow the road. It might be dark, always dark.
Follow it, follow it so far past the stars
That you cannot see home. You are unstable.
God has forsaken you and nobody loves you.
God no longer helps you. Leave the windowsill.

Your wrists are still bleeding, staining that windowsill.
Too bad you didn't jump, now you're feeling cold.
Crimson vision. Won't they see this waterfall? See you?
Trickles past the window but all is dark.
Everyone is gone. Loving and living under the stars.
No one can hear you cry. Dizzy. Unstable.

Rocking and shaking, your own foundations unstable.
Time does not pass. Glass broken on that windowsill.
Tiny shards stuck in shreds of flesh like stars.
Biting wind tonight. You won't miss the cold.
You cannot cope. You are weak. You crave dark.
Coping is for the weak and darkness craves you.

Do you have any regrets? Well do you?
Answer me now or I’ll leave you unstable.
I’ll leave you facing this alone in the dark.
Fearing the other side, sitting alone on this windowsill.
You bared your soul, all that’s left is cold.
Empty and hollow now. No one watching but stars.

Their judgement seeks you, defines you; those watching stars.
The final witnesses. Whatever you wanted they denied you.
Wishing never worked, all they are is cold.
How naive, believing in wishes. Easy wishes are unstable.
Begging the skies for help from every windowsill.
Believing those lies once saved you from the dark.

You seek sweet oblivion in that all encompassing dark.
The end is coming now, heading for the stars.
Feeling weightless now, still sitting on that windowsill.
This feeling takes you, this feeling engulfs you.
It's a fractured mind you inhabit, ultradian, unstable.
You can't take this anymore. Everything is cold.

They are cold and so dark,
Those watching stars make you unstable.
They watch you from your windowsill.

Eerie Tale by Debra Dando

My grandmother told me a strange tale -
It un-nerved me, and her as well.
Whilst in her kitch with dishes piled
Her friend passed by and waved and smiled.
She made nothing of this at the time
Until later, when told her friend had died.
"But that can't be!" my grandma exclaimed;
And told of how her friend had waved.
Eerily strange, it does imply
Her friend had come to say goodbye!

Copyright © Debra Dando 2008 (a true story)

Confused by Ashley Bushway

When I thought my life was going good for me,
I turned around and it happened;
It happened too fast for me.

He knew he had it for six months,
But didn't want to deal with it.
He didn't tell us something was wrong
He didn't tell us because he didn't want us scared or worried

I turned around and it happened'
It happened too fast for me.

Everyday I ask myself,
"Will he be ok? Should I go to my friends house?
If I go to sleep will I wake up and fine him gone?
Should I go to school and hope he will be fine?"

I turned around and it happened,
It happened to fast for me.

I stand there and watch him drink
He chokes, He coughs, He spits.
I try to run and say everything is fine
I try to hide and say I'm safe in here.

I try to say I'm fine, but really I'm not.
I try to put a smile on my face, I can't frown.

I turned around and it happened
It happened to fast for me