Losing Alaska

An Ode To Life

poetry

  • I am

    I am 3 and I am alone. When I laugh no one is there to listen. When I laughed there is no one there to hear it. When I laugh, I don’t laugh outside anymore. I’m alone in this bath with my laughs and she isn’t coming back anymore. I am alone in this bath Read more

  • I want out (part one)

    I wish I could say I knew everything. But the truth is I know nothing. I don’t know why the sun rises. I don’t know why the sea is green. I don’t know why the earth turns, or why water freezes. I don’t know anything, but I do know black. A black that stretches as Read more

  • Stood

    And she stood staring into death, but of all the times, this time death didn’t stare back. Read more

  • Nobody

    I am tired. I am so tired most days I’m not even here. I’m so tired of seeing things most others do not see. Half of what I see may be real, while the other half is just paranoia. I’m so tired of not being an identity. Of not growing myself into a somebody, so Read more

  • Strings

    Strings on my fingers,Strings on my toes,Strings tied in places I don’t even know. Strings in my mind hitched to different people,Puppeteer with his strings that he pulled though his vessel,For I am not free,Nor do I see,He is more than just a part of me. Strings on my fingers,Strings on my toes,Strings tied in Read more

  • A dark house

    A man woke up alone in a dark house, a man woke up alone in a dark house, a man woke up alone in a dark house, day in and day out the man continued to wake up alone in a dark house, a way of life for him that was ideal and safe, a Read more

  • Play God

    Sometimes to play god, you have to play God. Read more

  • 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

  • Swipe Right

    In the steel night of gender sterile poetry the truest of men swipe right. 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