First page of the Poetry archive

seductress

Posted by indigo on January 26, 2010 with 1 Comment
in Poetry, written by middles

death usually calls to me

late into the night

for i do not sleep

have never slept

at night

for someone needs to guard

and what kind of guard would i be

if i slept?

yes-

in the dark of the night

death whispers to me

first seductively

and when i resist

she gets more forceful

pulling out her bag of tricks.

indeed…

i said she.

for, like the creature that spawned me,

she deals in

seduction

guilt

shame

hopelessness

despair

and, ultimately,

betrayal.

but still,

every night,

while i am wide awake

she calls to me

trying to lasso me in.

luckily the night is not too long.

by jason

by diamond

Posted by indigo on December 4, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry

by diamond_for diamond_about diamond_no one else
.
.
.
you thought for a moment
that you could be good
that you were redeemable
i never pegged you for a fool
.
a raven is always a raven
a dove is always a dove
they cannot change their nature
.
you fool.
payment will be made.
you will pay.

story that is true

Posted by indigo on December 2, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry, written by kids

make them mad make them sad make them disappointed we dont want to we try not to we try oh we try but always make them mad make them sad make them disappointed in the end that is all that is left mad sad disappointed

from the ones of old #2

Posted by indigo on November 29, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry

no one knows the entirety of my first 21 years even just portions have blown people away and apart. so i carry my burden alone. unconnected. and they talk not caring if i hear. for am i really human? do i have feelings that matter?

from the ones of old

Posted by indigo on November 29, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry

secrets i hold so big…so many i cannot find words that begin to let you in even if i were allowed. i ache for that connection but how can i when that connection would give away it all should you choose to listen?

poemlet

Posted by indigo on September 23, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry, written by middles

(so…jason is a 16 year old insider. his job has always been to take to horribly overwhelming feelings of despair, desperation and suicidal longings. he’s done an amazing job of this. but, as he told a previous therapist, this means that he has two states of being: asleep and suicidal. we’re working on helping him [...]

jason writings

Posted by indigo on September 10, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry, written by middles

(so…jason is a 16 year old insider. his job has always been to take to horribly overwhelming feelings of despair, desperation and suicidal longings. he’s done an amazing job of this. but, as he told a previous therapist, this means that he has two states of being: asleep and suicidal. we’re working on helping him [...]

jason writings

Posted by indigo on September 7, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry, written by middles

(so…jason is a 16 year old insider. his job has always been to take to horribly overwhelming feelings of despair, desperation and suicidal longings. he’s done an amazing job of this. but, as he told a previous therapist, this means that he has two states of being: asleep and suicidal. we’re working on helping him [...]

jason writings

Posted by indigo on August 28, 2009 with No Comments
in Poetry, written by middles

(so…jason is a 16 year old insider. his job has always been to take to horribly overwhelming feelings of despair, desperation and suicidal longings. he’s done an amazing job of this. but, as he told a previous therapist, this means that he has two states of being: asleep and suicidal. we’re working on helping him [...]

A Story

Posted by indigo on December 21, 2008 with 2 Comments
in Poetry, written by kids

We also found a story written by very little ones.  Very, very little ones.  I’m not sure if it is complete, as it was written on several small pieces of paper.  But I think it is. So here goes. Oh, and they would like to know what people think. Once upon a time A little [...]