Losing Alaska

An Ode To Life

poetry

  • 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

  • Sin

    The water blows across the sea rippling and distorting my reflection of me,The summer sun sets and the winter moon rises,Hiding away sin in its millions of disguises,During all of this I just happen to see a faraway person watching over me,The far away watcher of me is broken inside,The gaping hole in her chest… Read more

  • Insomnia

    I do not sleep,I dream,An eyes closed form of waking,I run and plead and twistedly remember,I do not sleep. 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