Pie-thief

*Warning: This is an attempt at twisting more personal feelings into poetry. Continue at your own risk. This is it. I will be another to admit defeat. This rotten loneliness, enough to make ten persons sick. Born from something biological; nurtured by mental self-harm. (Shame on me) Poorly living, at times wishing death, I’m inanimate through all these days. Humiliating oneself for having natural longings. Covetous of companionship and envious of prosperity. Feign apathy to veil my real agony. (Fake laughter to compensate for lake of tears) I’ll have you know this is inside. Not a safe haven and not a prison. More of a barren

My stomach twists. My eyes sting. These toes grow numb and this heart will bleed. I choose to remain between poor and worse states. Or was it "I refuse to admit it all hurts". When begging for death is an empty request and yearning for affection is a waste of their time. Hence why I've been here for too many days. Doubtful and dumb in all that I do. Don't pity the weak or bother praising the strong. What makes man a man and the stars shine at all. No more of this sham. Let's get out tonight. And fall down on the ground. For it's at last where we'll be.

Almost two and a half years and I lie here in a void of sorrow. Two years and I'm staying up late another night. A few months before two years and I'm ashamed I'm still alive. A year and a half and I'm letting guilt eat away at my core. A year and I just want the tears to come out. Nine months and I now realize my mistakes. Three months and the days have become dull. One month and I anticipate the future days. A couple weeks and I'm moving forward. A few days and I've forgotten for the time being. The next day and I begin pushing the thought away. An hour and I replay it all in my head again and again. A minute and I have just made a terrible

Honking horns; countless footsteps. It is five o’clock now and the streets are flooded with civilians. When it comes to acting in any sort, Nigel really puts his all into it. Along with putting on a show at his stand, he somehow comes up with unique items for every one of his audience members. A watch for the common business man. A vase for a women with flowing hair. Even trinkets and toys for the kids who attended. Nigel kept his prices relatively low as well, which also drew more attention to his stand from many. And occasionally his competitive sales friend Hank and he would help each other out. If one had an item they couldn't sell

So I was at my college school and all was well until two men starting firing guns on students. Or at least they were until right after two secret agents showed up and began to put a stop to them. Oddly enough, time was reversed back to when all was well and then instead of firing guns the two men were tossing small rocks, pebbles really, into the air that would kill or wound people if they were hit by them. I tried to engage one of the men, but they took me down and I had to flee. Before escaping with other people, I grabbed my phone and my sweater knowing the journey would be long. We all walked in a line as the men, who had increased from t

Yes, I love to see you after I open my eyes. Yes, your smile warms my heart. Yes, my hand firmly grasps yours. Yes, our lips are an inch from a kiss. Yes, we walk at our casual pace. Yes, make small talk throughout the day. Yes, drawn out stares into each other's eyes. Yes, pecking lips in public; romancing kisses in private.   Yes, separate ways to fulfill personal duties. Yes, trust for another rarely fleeting. Yes, surprise gifts. Yes, blissful trips.  Yet no, dark days ever near. Yes, strength is within.  No, patience worn thin.  No, unpleasant rest.  No, weeping noons. And yes, full of delight. Yes, two-way boon. Ye

Pedestrians begin to fill the streets as the city awakens. Nigel pulls up to a four way stop in 'ole Carl just as the traffic light flashes red. With his typical cheerful expression, he takes a deep breath of air only to trigger a few rough coughs. Even with how often he comes into this city, it is easy to forget about all of the odd mixtures of scents that existed here and much of it being pollution. The area also is pretty rundown, holding only remnants of how successful it had once been. Although the majority of the city is in poor condition and some locations are in ruin, there is the well-known, multi-million dollar company Wohlstand tha