The Room

…room was empty. He sat by the wall staring at its blank surface. The white, unadorned, uncovered slab of drywall before him was easier to deal with then the emptiness behind and inside of him. He sighed, knowing he'd have to face it, all of it. The hollow shell of what his life once was. Still he sat, cross-legged not sure as to why. The wall wasn't going to change, the furniture wasn't going to be placed back. He was alone, he always felt alone, but it seemed worse now. There was no escape from the…

By Wil R. P. McCarthy

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The" Ghost" in most. (Who Am I?...#2)

Here is the 2nd Who Am I? A different style. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to ask questions if something doesn't make sense.


…wounds you know where not.

Inside an Echo of current rot.

Only what's lost.

Does one observe

Their existence at cost.

Oh... What nerve.

Memory askew of little known by you.

Festering in pain and anguish I grew.

Your flesh admires passion.

When denied lust escapes,

thoughts you desire of passion.

Calamity I leave to waste.

I'm no ruse, nor here to amuse.

Reasons for me to accuse then…

By InSaNeLy NoRmL77

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Universal Woman

A Parable on Suffering


…strolled around his garden in the cool of morning. Hearing a beautiful songbird nearby, he reached for her, and she lovingly responded. He caught and caged her.

Over time, she grew weary in her cage, using her lovely voice only to shriek about her circumstances. He mocked her weight gain and spent excessive amounts of time with other songbirds, instead of her. Not having the strength to bear another moment of mental torture, she fell to the bottom of the cage, begging for death to set her…

By L L Cartin

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My Friends

Having to deal with my own depression along with my Bipolar daughter as she grew up, made for a crazy life less friends


…have some friends

I would like you to meet

With some ever growing feet




Feeling a crazy madness

You see tears running down

And I feel like noise won't slow now



Spinning me

All I want is quiet please

From these friends

I want you to meet

Tie them up

And hide them away

I no longer want to play

I feel crazy


Not myself

Can you please help

My mind…

By Tina Zimmerman

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Blind Greed

…placed a cup of tea on the table in the far corner of the super supermarket’s food court. She removed her sweater before sitting down. As one who was sensitive to invisible energies, there was never a perfect time to shop in public places, only a prayer that nothing too malevolent would attack her.

True to routine, she slowly sipped her warm, herbal drink while conducting a psychic scan of the interior building and its customers, a practice that typically takes thirty minutes, even more when the store is exceptionally crowded. There was nothing out of the ordinary that caught...

By L L Cartin

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Barely a Breeze

…finger tips touch the walls of my cage and I whisper, “Madness is like gripping a railing on a spiraling staircase knowing it doesn’t have a platform on either end”.

“Baby, what do you mean by that?” My husband startles me while pushing past the door to my side.

A voice whispers, “Distract him” and so I do.

“Oh my love, you’re back! I was just playing with words. You know me.” I embrace him and he’s distracted.

“Look what you’ve done with this room, it’s beautiful” he exclaims…. “Your nurse is so kind to you and look at all…

By Taylor Amber Rose

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Seeing Red Again! (Who Am I?...#1)

This is as you can see in the title the first of a series I'm working on to become a book.


…with no guide, I discern glimpses.

Of alarm, panic, with dread.

A steady stream of sins flooding all senses.

Creating a whole life graciously fed.

In the closet, awaits your skeletons.

Under the bed you'll find those monsters.

You see My Introspection is unilluminated,

ill felt and perhaps a tad distorted.

A Hate crime in suffering passionately,

aggressively assaulting my mentality.

Could be just My realization.

Progressing my Fears to torment.

Once you Lost your mind.

I found…

By InSaNeLy NoRmL77

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How to Live Forever

This poem woke me and insisted I get up and give birth to it.


…am bored," the boy said to his mother.

"Then go gaze out into the world."

"But for what shall I search?" he inquired.

"The more you open your eyes, the more you will know the beauty and wonders that surround you.”

"But I fear I may have viewed all there is," the boy argued.

"Bring me five things of interest from the forest," she demanded

"Then take those things, and make of them a tale.

Toil until eyes burn and fingers ache."

And he did.

In his stories, he created worlds.

He sailed vast oceans and fell in love with…

By Phil Gladden

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Here's Why I Don't Write Rhyme

…tongue-twisted burlap

Teeter-totter word ladder nut-sack trap.

I hardly do either,

This one's not for me but you, the believer

In me...that I can do this. Pull it off with rhythmic fever.

You're wrong. Screw this. This isn't fun.

I find more rhythm & purpose when I'm slapping her bun.

If this is torture for you to read, more-so for me to have spun.

I can't get this time spent back,

So wack is this syllable stunt word crack

That my brain, a toaster, is on high with towering bread stack.

Fuck the butter for this burnt toast.

If I may…

By RJ Williams

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Trying to overcome my humility.


…certain that, before there was a you, there was a me.

I’m more important than the rest, that should be plain to see.

In order in the human pile, I must be on the top,

As others climb their ladders, but still just below me stop.

You know, if it was not for me, the “you” would have no meaning,

So get in line and follow the direction which I’m leaning.

Follow close, don’t fall behind, as we go ‘round the bend

No lifeguard waiting at life’s pool while diving in deep end.

Don’t worry, I’m your leader and I…

By James Geehring

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