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.

Poems by Pop

A Crybaby's Riddle

Liquefied, it burns my eyes,
Smears my makeup,
Stains my face,
Happens when I'm sad,
Or when I'm so mad
I break all in the form of tear drops

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I Hate Math

Complex numbers in my head,
I want to go home and go to bed.
Oh my gosh! I am so bored!
Algebra,
Imaginary numbers,
Decimals,
Subtraction and way much more!
I know it looks like I guess,
But I swear I try my best!
I can't help that I fail a lot of tests!
I hate math! It's my worst subject!

Feelings Dead, Feelings Alive by Vincent Tomaino

Feelings dead, feelings alive.
On love and hate these people thrive.
Tears of dismay, tears of sorrow
Bad today, and worse tomorrow.
Cries of joy, cries of sadness,
Love will breed hate and madness.
Bringing hopes of joyful construction
When love itself is mental destruction.
So many faces, smiling so near
Deep inside is corroding fear
Of the one you “love” starting to cheat
For life to say you have been beat.
People so happy, feelings so potent.
While deprivation chews away like a rodent.
Staying to watch the destroying sight
While you wait alone like the dead of night.
And into the void you shall venture
To find the “love” you seek,
Well, what now?
Brace yourself for what is true
The pursuit of “love” will leave you blue.
And as you hang your head in shame
Others do exactly the same
When they find out that they have failed
Just like so many of us, the unfortunate ones.

Leave Me Be by Debra Dando

The lights are off although I'm home,
I need to be here on my own.
I do not want support or sympathy.
I do not want kind words or empathy.
I need to work through this alone -
Just stay away and please don't phone!
When I emerge the other side
I will no longer need to hide.
I will have sorted out my head,
My heart will then have fully bled.
Then I'll welcome your good company -
I'll have faced up to reality.
I'll be a much stronger me.

Run Away Feeling by Ruinna Stone

A runaway feeling
Invades my heart.
If I lose control;
If I let go;
A distant emotion
Takes hold of my soul.
If I become too weak
And I let you in

Its a runaway feeling
That creeps through me.
If I see you
It overtakes me,
Though there is no use.
I'll bear it until is chooses to go,
And I'll know when it hurts no more

I Ask You Why by Shelby Crees

I ask you why you took a stand,
You kissed me goodnight, and why you held my hand?
The short moments each bright clear night,
We spent together, not caring if it was right.

I never cared if someone found out,
But it always seemed that was all you thought about.
I ask you why you took a stand,
You kissed me goodnight, and why you held me hand?

My friends would ask, "Are you two dating?"
I never knew, I was always waiting.
Waiting for you to show me a sign,
Waiting for you to say,"You're Mine!"

Again, I ask you, "Why?" Why you took a stand?
Why you kissed me goodnight, and why you held my hand?
Walking on by in a crowded place,
I avoided you, so you didn't see the tears fall down my face.

Alone on this track, I wonder if it was right.
I wonder if you were worth this great fight.
Once again, "Why?" Why did you take a stand?
Why did you kiss me goodnight? Why did you hold me hand?

Is it finished, I never wanted it to be.
But the choice is yours, "You Tell Me."

Your Smile by Tyson Lee

The sight of seeing you smile
Gives me the power to walk 1000 miles.

The warmth from your loving arms
Gives me the feeling which feels no harm.

The way you whisper in my ears
Gives me the strength to face all my fears.

The loving and caring from your touch
Gives me the thoughts which makes me miss you so much.

A ½ Dozen by Sofia McGee

A ½ dozen roses
Every time I get hurt;
A ½ dozen smiles
Buried in dirt.
A ½ dozen clouds
Cover my heart;
A ½ dozen rain drops
Tear me apart.
A ½ dozen black
Holes cloud my soul.
A ½ dozen temptations
I cannot hold.
A ½ dozen razors
Slice at my wrist ...

"and later"

A ½ dozen maggots fest
On my pits!

True love by Cassie Salley

True love is an undying love,
A love so deep and so true, you know, without a doubt,
No one else could ever make you feel as happy as they do.
They complete you.

True love is when you stay up all night,
Waiting for the phone to ring, hoping that it's them.
And when it does ring, your heart skips a beat,
Unsure whether or not it's his voice you'll hear on the other end.

If it is him...
You're so happy, there are no words to describe how happy you are.
You don't even notice that your puppy is chewing a hole right through your new tennis shoes!
All you care about is being on that phone, talking to him, and hearing his sweet voice...
The sound of it makes you smile,

And even though it drove you completely insane
Waiting for him to call.
You would go through the insanity a million times more just to feel the butterflies
When you discovered that it was him.

If it isn't him...
Your heart sinks,
Your eyes swell up and become real hot with tears;
You feel as if the whole world is spinning around you
And you can't do anything to stop it.

You mope around the house in your pyjamas,
Missing him more than anyone could know.
(even if you did see him only 2 hours ago)

You cant sleep.
You stay up all night waiting by the phone,
Praying for him to call.

True love is when he's all that you can think about.
24/7, day and night.
At school, at home doing the dishes, in the car on your way to get groceries.
He's the first thing you think of when you wake up.
He's in your every prayers,
And in all of your dreams.

True love is when you can picture yourself
Spending the rest of your life with that person.
True love is when you want to spend
The rest of your life with that person.

Just the thought of being with anyone else
Makes your life seem pointless.
You want no one else but him.
He's your best friend.

True love is spending hours together...
Just holding each other...
Without a single word being said;
Still having the most romantic and intimate moments
You've ever had in your life.

You know its true love when you can be yourself around them,
You know that you can be silly and goofy and crazy and ditzy.
And he'll still love you, because he loves you for you,
And not the person you sometimes strive to be to impress him.

True love is when you would do absolutely anything in the world
Just to make him happy.
Even if that meant you and him
Weren't together.

True love is when there's nothing in the world
That could ever keep you from being with him:
You would travel across the globe,
Sail across the ocean through raging storms,
And if it came down to it, you would die for him.

True love doesn't last a month or two, not even a year,
It isn't just some high school fling.
True love lasts forever,
No matter what life might bring.

True love never dies.


To the man of my life and my true love ... Cody

I love you with all of my heart,

Love, Cas

Poems by Daryl Hennix

Knocking On Heaven's Door

The Day St.Gabriel blows his horn
And the fallen arise from their graves.
When the ears of the saved will ring
In recognition;
Every nation one in the same.

When the sun shines so bright
The moon is no longer known to
Mankind and the eyes of the demons
Melt away,

No shadows to cast or caverns to explore;
Every soul stood to attention.
Sinners called from their caves to
Be held accountable for their ways,
The Wicked close to follow.

And one by one we're held accountable,
Each sin spelled word for word.
Some granted entry others only teased
At the idea, prior to facing
Their fate

When it is me who stands before Peter at the gates
Of eternity, fists clenched of past wrongdoings,
And St.Peter asks me of my heart;
Have I loved enough?
Have I let love and if I used the gifts given?

Have I sinned too much?
Made others sin, or
Stood blind to obvious wrong doings?
With no one else for me to cast blame;
No friends or family by my side

Angel eyes witness my doubt, no words,
Or muscles to move;

All I can do is plead ... Please

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The Entryway

Standing at the entryway ...

Waiting for the next calm
To tame the Vodka storm.
My wandering mind
Lost in an alcoholic
Forest, bound by
Tress of bourbon and scotch,
Dripping their sweat
Onto my head;
Soaking through my
Cranium, feeding
Ideas and thoughts to
My cerebral cortex

Standing at the entryway…

Peach schnapps
Nourishes the great
Rivers and lakes I
Respectfully call my
Adversaries.
Gin permeates the clouds,
Only to release the
Tensions onto this
Forest dwellers liver.
The fog of inebriation
Rules with an iron
Fist just beyond the
Heineken Falls.

Standing at the entryway

Is where my
Eyes are glazed
And visions often
Double team me,
Cornering me.
My legs mere strings.
Much too feeble
To gain the advantage
Over the flattest of soil.
Cirrhosis was born
As my true nemesis
Tracking me down
As its prey

Scraping away in
My miserable attempt
To escape my predator's
Clutches, I decide to
Walk through the entryway

“Hello Welcome to A.A”