This site is a tool to facilitate the act of seeing clearly, written by hands that used to hurt myself.
I have schitzoaffective disorder, depression, anxiety, hydrocepholus, suffering from alcoholism, drug addiction, alcoholic. with OCD and PTSD- was addicted to heroin, meth, crack, alcohol, cocaine, prescription pills.
I am drug addict/alcoholic/dual diagnosis/ex-homeless person.
Dark horror fiction
Through dark horror fiction I rake the muck of the lives of street addicts.
Or in plain English this is an epic poem/novel about addiction told about low bottom addicts in horror style.
Tag: rhyming
How much I wish I could see your face, and feel tonight your warm embrace, but not a trace, not a trace, has been left to my left or my right to help win the fight, to find, to find, a person of your kind, and in a bind, coming untwined, I am, I am, just a very sad, never glad, person who once had, nothing at all, and the truth, the truth…
Yes, it is. Yes, it….
Please tell me where you are baby? You know I am quite quietly quitting quickly. I do not know, do not know, how much longer I can last, such a task, such a task. I need you unmasked, so we can bask together in eternal sunlight.
I am beautiful
Creature of darkness, creature of light, creature of shade lit by fire at night, beautiful woman who sits with a hat, you are divine, with eyelashes that bat, with long flowing hair, and shape that’s divine, your beauty so great it blows my **** mind.
I sit and listen, while you talk of your pain, and am riddled by questions that flow through my brain, I must tell you sweetheart you drive me insane.
I love you, baby, though you are not real, a meditative excercise, taken to teach me to feel.
I am light that is cast on dark night, reflecting with light that is positive and so bright, it casts away dark night, in shades of light, bright enough to keep away darkness that comes all and casts a shadow that is tall and dark, light limited and formerly stark.
Glowing bright with power to cast away, light that formerly would overcome and keep away.
Against the grass, which is carved out by break of day, is where I am, where I stay. I am not darkness, but light that fills in, a photos colors which radiate a beauty from within.
Out On A Limb
Out on a limb, standing my ground, turning blue, I am without any idea of what no to do, just know that I am waiting to know, and turning blue with waiting just so, I have no legs to stand on just limbs, and roots that are growing quite thing, you might say that my hair on my body stands up, or on edge if you are prone to look up, you may assure me that thing in fact are fine, but
I am worried that all is in vain and that is surely rooted in my brain, and try as I may or I might, it is very surely a fight to keep my limbs from breaking in strain, or keep blood pumping the pained veins.
I am without root for you, baby, out on a limb, falling over, I am sorry. I believe I am about to split in half.
I am a cat
I am a cat. My name is Dave.
I am a cat. Your life, I will save.
I walk through life, afraid of nothing.
I am brave.
I am a cat.
My name is Dave.
I am a fiction, because Dave my name is not. I am a fiction, because different name, I have got.
I am some cherries
I am.
Some cherries that grew in a field are there whether I am there or not. They are there whether the sun beats down or rain falls onto the ground,
Actually revision, revision, they are dependant on weather not on whether or maybe that too
Re-vision, re-vision, how I am bad at clear vision.
I have nothing to do with these specific cherries, but I liked them because they look like the cherries in my fridge.
Dale, the dog, who will chase frogs
Tales of Dale the dog, who saw a whale,
I am a whale, this is not my story.
I am illustration of a story, that is more about a dog’s glory.
Were told to all who traveled a path, they made them talk and made them laugh, he would jump at shoe, and runner’s calves, or the muscle of leg, where he had pegged it crucial to stay when on his walk.
In that spot, he could hear them talk, while whales he was prone to try and stalk, from far away they seemed quite small, he thought he towered, thought he was tall, his owner, had to make sure he did not fall, when they went walking on a cliff above, he would bark at whales at passing doves, he barked with joy, not wanting to bite, simply to chase, whale or kite, up in the sky, it danced, and put up a fight, Dale barked through the day and through the night.
His owner thought it to be quite funny, he could give anyone a run for their money.
I am the kitten of the towering wall
I am tiny, but my courage is tall, I look down at creatures big, and sometimes small, being on a towering wall is not scary, not at all.
My heart beat pounding, pounding, my muscles tense, I am very scared, though I have hightened sense. My concentration is intense, dictated by precarious circumstance.
I glare in dark of night, with teeth that are primed to bite, and claws prone to fight.
I am reflected in picture glowing with light, re-colored in radiant shades of black and white.
Imbued with color of fire glow, I am a cat, not good at knowing the word no, because I am hungry, does it not show?
It is hard to tell me what to do, I am not a human, not like you.
Rick
I am rooster named Rick, and I get lots of chicks, I think that is the reason for my name, but whatever it sticks. I am quite amazing in fact, good at all things, and every morning I get up I am good with my wings, I am a singer, good at acting, and have quite good eyes, and at night I am quite good at telling lies.
I sing through the night, and sleep during the day, by tommorrow, I think they will tell me to go away.
A Chihuahua named Vanilla
Vanilla, the Chihuahua, was a very fast dog, it ran back and forth, all the day long, it liked to bark, to yip and to bite, and it was not out of character for it to get in a fight, it would bark, yip, and scream, at all passers-by, and if you got too close, you would have to watch with your eye.
The dog was not above going through any activity and would get fed, and needs met, it was good at productivity, it had a routine, it would do all day long, and believe it or not, it could even pretend at human sung song. It was good at panhandling, good at obtaining a meal, good at making people watch and making people feel, its owner much appreciated not having to steal, it loved the dogs joyous running, and barking and glee, happy to have something with to peacefully be, they made quite a couple, a joyous connection, and at night they slept beyond police detection.
Ember
A kitten not unlike most, that was born in the Spring, like most normal kittens, except this one could sing. It would sing all day long, and sometimes into the night, its fur sometimes catching light, that made it shine bright. It would talk during the day, and sing all night long, it seemed to mimic human learned song.
It was a well versed kitten, and knew many a tune, it would sing in the rain and root for monsoon, it would sing of the jungle and of being a bigger cat, it would hope to grow larger, thinking that was
Where it was at!
A kitten named Ember, was born in the Spring
Her name was Tammy, thought she was a mirage, she was very relaxing to be around, her art, the massage, her eyes were pretty, her boyfriend was an ***, her name was Tammy, I taught her to relax.
We sat for hours, and she finally spoke truth, her boyfriend a cheater, with some girl named Ruth, she was unhappy, she told me the whole story, now her poor boyfriend is sore and alone, alone, alone, so sad, too bad, poor ******* got dumped over the phone.
I go fast.
I can go slow, but before breakfast, I need to
GO GO GO
Pick up fruits listed here…
List your top 5 favorite fruits.
I am a strawberry, I am a grape, I am a pineapple, I like to meditate, on things that make fruit sound funny, I am a fruit, that due to droughts costs lots of money. I am a kiwi, I am a cherry, and now five fruits I have listed and my post is so very
Over.
Or else hunger do I fear…
She was a statue, though she did move around, she was my girlfriend, a woman with no sound, she was a statue, she was very stiff, she was my girlfriend, and had such quick wit.
She hated all people, and would not talk to anyone, and people she hated, saying she hated everyone, she talked only to me, and it was quite a burden, she was very sad, and unwell, called me Tyler Durden, I told her my name, but she thought we lived in a film,
Didn’t know the difference between Fight Club and me and her life, she was very crazy, came at me with a knife, she told me she must kill me, told me I was bad, so I went away, and now she is mad. She still calls me sometimes, and we talk on the phone, but I think due to her state, it is best she is alone.
Adrian was a nice girl, she had long hair she could twirl, up in a bun because she was so fun, but she had a heart made of glass, it was full of white smoke, if pulling on her glass ribs you could toke, you could pull you could try, and be lucky while high on the eye of this marvelous delight, she was a lover of night, she spoke with ease, brought men to knees and if not paid she would not fight,
And then came a tragic day, when poor Adrian had to go away, because clamp down she did, and with a soul crushing dig, poor Adrian was crushed to the ground.
Now I hear it said that she could learn, that pleasing the human was a mere turn or a twist of programming this poor unfortunate soul. Now left for Adrian there is no coffin, there is no funeral, people do not stop by often, there is no grave, nor no tears, and I think I’m the only one who fears, that before she was bot, she was girl,
What if Adrian was engineered to be this, instead of fixing cars to give kiss,
and then slowly taken with knife was all that gave life to a humanity not acknowledged by any.
I wonder if the Adrian’s are plenty, the vacant eyes of street, that dare not meet mine, no one erects them a shrine because it is shining eyes they lack and they carry them out in a sack.
I am at ease with the breeze because it speaks through the trees, does not creak, does not shake, does not a bad dream make, no it tells no more lies, because now I have eyes, so I no longer have to die, instead I can cry like a wimp and a wuss because that’s okay I am five, just barely became alive not time to judge because I almost nearly died, so please be easy with me I am still not at ease because you see I don’t know what it is like to have eyes I was blind my whole life and now have just been given sight and site so I don’t