Submissions by forgodsake

lets end this life on a high note,
a suicide note,
bullet-through-the-head-express
giving me a ride home.

distant gunshots are like therapy,
but there's nothing like a hard punch.
Rattling through sentences,
My stupid words just drool out of my mind,
As I try to reconstruct the worst days of my life.

Happy things are hidden behind the normal lines,
But the bad sticks out like crooked teeth on a liar.

I've seen war, but it's not here,
My tv is on but I mute the commercials.
I hate being patronized,
so I forget I'm not deaf as I truly don't listen.

I guess Christmas is coming,
So is everything else.

The holidays don't...

A
bro-ken
nose
can imply
A
working
mouth

we want clarity in an invisible world,
what i want is something to fog the glass