The Bi-Line

I don't remember when I wrote this. All I know is that it was sometime after December of 2011. I've been single since then, so that's how I know it. Anyway, this is another that I actually like. Here is "Broken Men" Broken men cry alone Inside their hearts Nothing at all Broken souls whisper to no one Their words are nothing but quotes from a dead man's diary Broken hearts burn with pain Like fire from the depths of Hell Making them cling to a wish for death Broken men hold amber bottles One more f**king love song And they end it all

THE FOLLOWING IS A PERSONAL RANT ABOUT SUICIDAL TENDENCIES. IT CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR MANY PEOPLE. IT IS ALSO MERELY MY OPINION. STATISTICAL DATA MAY BE CONTRARY TO WHAT I SAY. I HAVEN'T RESEARCHED IT. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. When someone takes their own life, it can be quite confusing for people who have never come close to crossing that line. Those of us who have been there have no confusion. No matter how different the situations are, the end is usually the same. People wonder how someone with so much going for them could want to die. They ask about the love that they get from family and friends. They make the mistake of seeing it through the eyes of a rational human being. I'll note that some people ARE being rational. There are rare cases where someone decides to beat a fatal illness or injury to the chase. Many of those cases are perfectly rational. Those cases aren't like most, though. Most suicide is irrational. The irrational suicidal mind often knows...

This is a poem I wrote when I was like 16 or 17. It was about a girl named Kim Quick. She and I were into each other and I gave her a quick kiss before she went on a trip. When she got back, though, nothing happened between us. We would later get back in contact and she would be into me and then I'd be into her, but it never lined up. Regardless, this is actually one of my favorite poems that I've ever written. I never gave it a title, so perhaps I'll just call it "For Kim" Blood splattered on broken wind-shield, Nursing a wound that cannot be healed, Dead on the inside, Alive on the out, Whispering things that I'm wanting to shout, Leaving my life for a front-row seat at death, Smiling because you're as addictive as meth, Outdone in all things by those I despise, Realizing that you have the most wonderful eyes, Trying hard to think of a purpose, I just noticed that they're staring at us, Wanting one more good bye kiss, Thinking of how ignorance really...