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Life After Death (Concept)

You’re the last person in the universe.

How long could you survive?

How long would you want to?


“How many times have I been here before?”  He thought looking out and down his apartment window.  He wouldn’t jump.  The fear of heights.  The nasty splatter.  How would his mom see him?  But the wind rushing and the finality of it.

He turned around, went back to desk, pulled out a syringe, and overdosed.  Half-intentionally.  He could feel his breathing slow.  His eyes fell.  He had a last minute of fear and regret as the world seemed to collapse on him and that was that.

The next the day the sun rose.  No one came into his room the next day.  He’s had enough fights with his mom for her to give in and yell “good morning”s and “good night”s and “I love you”s from beyond the closed door.  She went to work and came back.  Left dinner on the table for him.

At school all his friends thought he must have skipped.  Everyone on their own would shoot him a text.  His teachers checked with each other and had the administration call home.

The call came.  His mom broke down.  His friends shook.  Even the people at school that had just brushed shoulders with him felt it.  There was something off about that school until the population turned over.

In his note he said he couldn’t find a reason to live anymore.  He was frustrated.  He was tired.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault, but he had lost any drive to live his life without a thought as to his mon’s son’s life.  Or his friends’ friend’s life.  His teachers’ student’s life.  His classmates’ peer’s life.

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Poems

Demons

Stealing, taking sleep away

Reminding, keeping me awake

Sleeping, keeping thoughts at bay

Feeling, don’t know what to say

Feeling, nothing left to say

Demons, hiding in my brain

Screaming, driving me insane

 

But Mom,

Keeps saying, I got angels on the way

Guiding me the way, providing me the way

 

But I can’t see the way.

Too tired to make it all the way.

I need someone to help me on my way.

The Devil coming, I need God to take me away.

Poems

Alone

Sometimes, alone at night, I can’t help but hold on to my phone

wishing someone would call or text or reach out

wishing I had someone to call or text or reach out to

someone that understood

 

Other times I go out between dusk and dawn and wander around

when the town sleeps and I’m alone in the streets.

I can’t help but feel free…

 

If only for a little bit.

Short Stories

Panic

The day came to an end.  It was nice.  The weather had cleared up and he spent the whole day relaxing and playing with friends.  He came home and sat down, grooving to his favourite song.  It was almost midnight and he was tired.  He put his headphones to rest and went to brush his teeth.

And he realized, standing there, facing himself in the mirror that he was alone.  His chest started to tighten and he had to fight to breathe.  The bathroom started to close in.  And in the quiet, silent, lonely moment he hated what he saw in the mirror.  This caricature of a person that everyone else thought was him.

He wasted day after day pretending to connect, not saying what was really on his mind.  He wasn’t fake, but he wasn’t real either.  The fear that stopped him from doing anything worthwhile turned into a worry of ending up mediocre with superficial friends and a shallow life.

He put his toothbrush down and put in his earbuds again.

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To Dad

I’ve never seen Dad weak, but his voice shook and for the first time in my life he said he wasn’t okay.

Dad has had heart attacks and been kicked by horses.  He’s gone through some rough patches financially and mentally but he never admitted any vulnerabilities.

I can’t imagine how you must be taking this.  I’m sorry I can’t help.

I’ll be the first to admit.  I don’t always like you and I’m sure you don’t always like me.  But Dad I love you.

Poems

Help

I reach out just to back out.
The sun’s out but it’s dark out.
I wanna drink ’till I black out.
Not thinking, it’s like whiteout.
So I smile out with my teeth out.
And I joke about my life now.

But, God damn, I need a time out.