Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Very sweet. Your name intrigues me....what does it stand for if I may ask?

Found myself a
Depthless depression
Finding my arms
Physically clutching myself
Gasping for air
This gaping hole
In my stomach
Flooding the pool
Of blood my heart
Is drowning in
Sullen, decapitated
By your silent victor

This gave me a nice chuckle.....Memories of adolescence.

I really enjoyed this....Thank you.

Mortality is always cashed in. The question is....How much is it worth?

Welcome

Unknown to you
This is true
Shouldn't care
Somehow I do
Similar views
Of blue
Words you write
Stick like glue
Have vices
Yes, I have a few

Because of
Someone else's haste
No need
For you to waste
Those old scabs
Just use some paste
Allow withdrawals
Time to baste
Give yourself time
Remember the ...

Yes I do find great comfort in both the library and writing...Thank you all for your responses.

Don't do it! Don't give in to self destruction, you have a beautiful mind don't willingly destroy it! Just......write, write, and write again until it goes away.

I left a letter for you...

Had to say goodbye
Didn't have closure before
Need it now
Cannot let you have
My every thought anymore
I become to despondent
If you cared like you
Said you did
This is where you'll
Find it

Go back to Logan Ross
Where the bench has
A new purpose of loss
Look to the ...

I love what you have done here. What a way to narrow in on this, so powerful with such beauty in it.

"It could've been worse"

It can always be worse. Another poem from you that sits with me for awhile and makes me reflect and brings so much ink out of my pen.

Yes we could all relate
And appreciate
The danger of
Loving a stranger
Attempting a walk
In another's shoes
Sharing loss
Bare and unaware
Sharing pain
Part of the game
Of life
Struggles no longer new
After a few
Luck to you too.

The words you write jump out of the page like you are speaking directly to me.

Almost as if you were speaking to me........

Confusion of miss-illusion
False accusations from
Assumed interpretations

Afraid to lose, my muse
Wasn't enough to you

Excuses,
It was in your imagination
I never felt love
Like this before.........either