Aphrodite, spun from the cut cock of a god—

Try as I might, these things simply refuse to go.

"You know, chilly blanched fingers / Pressing feather pages with pain..."

A poem that speaks of the vile nature of depression.

"...but truly, there's nothing gentle I could wish for me, always envisioned tearing myself apart."

In sleep you stir, as you remember.

Familiarity is comforting.

It's not being lazy anymore.

I was going to write 100 poems in one month but I narrowed it down to 50.

People tend to reflect on things they have done. The reflection can sometimes be a nightmare.

"See, I will not heed. I am enough."

Fresh graffiti marks / Railroad overpasses and private fences / Concrete walls marred with imperfections.

An idea I got reading a similar poem. About the hurt and difficulty I have helping so many.

Like before, 100 days and 1 poem each day. Started January 1, 2019 and successfully completed April 10, 2019.

A short poem with a poignant title.

They lend me hands for when I think.

why do we need bodies.

When time ceases to go on

More poetry

- this alcoholic

A poem about pain, and the end of pain.

He almost killed her.

Was out walking in the dark as I came home a little later than expected, wrote this on my phone as I stumbled about into hedges and the like XD

I am love and all things it encompasses

From personal notebook while on deployment. Written on the return home.

Just another thought of the ocean, a place i love, both to swim and to search for such beautiful sea-smoothed articles washed from far away.

Just a poem I wrote about self injury. Please only read if you can handle. Do not read if this will trigger you in any way. Thank you.

light to dark and dark to light, right to wrong and wrong to right, night to day and day to night, wake and slumber always fight

In which a priest hears an unusual confession.

A representation of the chaos and mess inside the head of someone with depression.

She was in a coma of guilt as deep as the ocean / She calls his name / He won't stop smiling

Got them all collected in these boxes underneath my bed. Here I am still lonely with the souvenirs. I would kill for some company.

Yumuto High School has a secret: Almost all the girls in Class 1-3 are Lesbians. This story follows the six ringleaders of this Lesbian Club, dealing multiple topics from the revelation of one's sexual orientation, to first love, past loves, unwanted love, coming out, sex, and everything in between.

I hate not being able to remember anymore.

Umm...Nothing special. About a girl who lost her brother I suppose.

A normal webcam conversation turns drastically wrong, as Kira runs to save her friend's life, putting her own life at risk.

I did something. Now, i lay here listening to the drip.

What if you were immune to the horrors of Hell? She is . . .