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Mmm… My coffee is brewing behind me and I’ve already rolled myself a cigarette to enjoy with that. Then I go and take a shit, and then pour myself a second cup to finish writing this text. 188 more words


I say to my doctor, I’m not suicidal anymore. And I’m not crazy manic. I’m just empty. He says, I think we’re heading in the right direction? 53 more words


No Words

I wish I had something to say. I hate having days to where I have nothing. No story, no poetry. No words. For in my world, no words mean no feelings. 57 more words



Sophomore year of high school, our final project for English was to create a class book of poetry. We had different groups responsible for different parts of the project; mine was responsible for the art on the pages these poems were actually printed on. 312 more words


The Empty Tomb

When the night flees
With a piercing shriek in the throes of death
After catching the sight of sun’s thin fingernails,
She, fearless because of being in deep love, 128 more words



I feel nothing inside.

Every morning I wake up because I have to. Not because I want to. It takes a good hour for my morning prescription to kick in so until then I feel nauseous and my back is on fire. 379 more words

Rants & Raves

Nothing is Therapeutic

Have you ever found a secluded spot, perhaps some deep forest with nothing but rolling hills and evergreens for miles in every direction, and shouted your problems to the emptiness? 176 more words

Curing Humanity