Losing Alaska

An Ode To Life

Childhood

  • Dissociative Identity Disorder Assignment Three

    This Assignment is about the inner turmoil of two different parts of me, and about the “elimination” of one of those parts. One In Two Two in One went out for play headed down towards the river not so far away. One of Two she did not talk, while Two of One for her footing… Read more

  • Dissociative Identity Disorder Assignment Two

    This assignment was to find a place where all of the different parts of me could come together, sadly the protector is against the collaboration. Dock We can all meet at my beautiful lake on a dock, hidden in between trees on all sides. A large snow-covered mountain rising to the sky above the taiga.… Read more

  • Dissociative Identity Disorder Assignment One

    This Assignment is about what happened to my inner four year old. Enjoy! Embers “Where are we going?” “You will see Little One.” “Why are we going there?” “Well Little One it is a place just for you.” The four-year-old girl looked down in deep concentration as if pondering the complexities of reality. “Will you… Read more

  • Sugar

    I just wanna get fucked up beyond belief,Be carried away from all my pain and grief,I do any drug offered to me,I wanna snort one-thousand lines,But if all I could do was freebase or shoot it I’d do that to,All I really want to do is get high,I need that candy in my blood,I have… Read more

  • Rebel

    I am a Rebel, a Rebel with a cause, authority puts no cuffs on me.I am a Rebel, a Rebel with a vendetta, society has no bars on me. I am a Rebel, a Rebel defiant through and through. I am a fucking Rebel, a degenerate with a plan.I am a mother fucking Rebel, you… Read more

  • Monster

    I see him,The Monster,He is hiding in my dreams,Weaving intricate webs of my own self-hate,In my loathing I awaken for the Monster he is near,His breath full of captured souls beating upon my prepubescent consciousness,I am frightened,Too frightened to move,I pray to a God who is not listening to make it stop,Gods reply?Absent,My mind leaves… Read more

  • MR. Policeman

    dear mr. Police man, I went to school today and my teacher saw my bruises so she called you and you gave me a smile. my mommy never smiles at me. Dear Mr. Police man, You came to my house today in your big car with its cool flashing red and blue lights. My daddy… Read more

  • Sinister

    She woke up.  Not startled awake or shaken awake but the awful sort of awake from the feeling of being watched.  The awake you become when something, or worse, a someone somewhere they should not be.                 Too scared to move or open her eyes she lay awake simmering in her own untamable fear as… Read more