Drain as much blood as you can,
If a slow death is what you wish.
Take a razor or a knife,
That is one way to end your life.

Take a bottle of pills and shut your eyes,
If sleep is how you want to die.
Lay on your bed as peaceful as you once were,
And leave the world with just one word.

Jump off somewhere high,
If the attention of death is what you want.
Have your body splattered on the sidewalk,
Just as little kids walk to school.

Shoot yourself in the face,
If metal is what you crave.
Close your eyes and sit back,
Squeeze the trigger and relax.

This is your guide to suicide,
Choose how you want to d ie.
This book has been checked out many thousands of times.
And another name is added to the list of people who want to die.

by Spoken Silence

the clock was nearing ten,
as she tucked herself in bed.
her phone started buzzing,
the message, engraved to her head.

she felt a sting of guilt,
of hatred, jealousy, and hurt.
the tears started swaying,
quickly wiped away by her shirt.

she went to school on Monday,
and knew what lay ahead.
she felt so sick, so denied,
just wanted to go back to bed.

when she asked the dreadful question,
of who he spent last night with.
he denied everything,
and gave her a warm, trusting kiss.

but why would they lie,
just to bring her down?
something wasn’t right,
she felt it all around.

the last day that she loved him,
was the last day that she lived.
the rumors that proved to be false,
too selfish though to give.

he found himself a new love,
but she’s still caught in the past.
humiliatingly hoping he’ll forgive her,
desperately trying to make them last.

now her life’s a wreck,
blemia, anorexia, you name it.
she beats herself up over him,
takes the hateful spit.

she thought her friends could help her,
but they proved her imagination wrong.
for the red-headed w hore,
gave her man a loving song.

she goes to school today,
afraid of what she’ll see.
afraid of him, breaking her heart,
and they’ll no longer be…

by Krista Nielsen

A fate waits
When you need me
I’m always there

A love waits
Like the poems
About you

You missed the latest
Poetry slam
It was all for you

So I shuffled back home
All alone
Still wanting you

Listening to the blues
I feel the pain
Like the words I pen

Seems I feel yours too
Someday you’ll be strong
Till then

You have your cocaine
I have my blues-

by Mark King

Oh the excitement,

fighting,
pirates, cowboys, gangsters,
jumping around, dressing the performance, Good or bad it doesn’t matter,

I fit the bill,

cops, vigilantes, bosses, captains,
My place is not to be determined,
for I could do anything, nothing is out of reach,

I am the world,

civil war, ww2, terrorist,
my time is infinite,
the sand I feel, the water I drink, the air I breath,

I am history

What’s in my way?

politicians, rules, dictators,
my power triumphs yours,
the beat of my heart is louder then your voice,

I am an icon

by Pete Luciano Simonetti