Losing Alaska

An Ode To Life

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  • Therapy Assignment One

    Below is an assignment I did in therapy to work on shame associated with sexual abuse when I was a child. Shame Mental health people say the only way to heal shame is to say it. I wonder if that is true. I certainly have my reservations about it, but what do I have to 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

  • Nothing Less

    What is there to write,Nothing that would expand the expanse of the human soul,Nothing to fill that void that is devouring me and pulling me under,Nothing to quench away that gnawing hunger,Who am I? A broken hourglass missing time?A Lego missing a piece?A something?A nothing?A person without a box? I am sadness,I am sorrow,I am 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

  • Roses

    Roses lined with golden powder,So beautiful,So pure,So deceiving,The spell is upon me,Can I make it to my ever-retreating door of freedom or will these colors once again keep me?On my pony I fly by my life and laugh,The colors are so sharp I am really seeing it all,I love my invisible pony,I can do anything Read more

  • False Promise

    False PromiseI am despair,I consume all and release nothing from my grasp of steel,I have slayed the greatest of men and fell the mightiest of beasts,I am despair relentless and overbearing,A thief of always,The sun does not shine here and hope is not birthed,I am despair,I promise and destroy,I end lives with the false promise Read more

  • Hope

    What is hope?A dying ember that ebbs and flows on the flame of life.What is hope?The end of me?The last touch of fingertips before a plummet to an inevitable death.What is hope?The death of me.The birth of my all-encompassing despair.What is hope?But a curse.A binder to a life I do not wish for.A chain to Read more

  • Rehab

    Rehab,The place where wedding rings disappear and marriages are put on hold,Rehab,A place where fourteen days of knowing someone equals a lifetime,Rehab,Where men and women come back to pick up their much to young soul mates,Rehab,Brains still maturing on mommy and daddies’ dime,Rehab,Reaper of rings. Read more