Empty Homes
Homeless People
My large house is worth more

Employees literally worked to death
Millions 99 weeks unemployed
My job is more prestigious

Empty bellies
Rotting food in landfills- rotting meat in obese colons
My restaurant is exclusive – my industry has a lobby

Couples pay thousands to conceive and picket clinics
The orphan go unadopted
My kid got into college

Empty Lives
Endless Service Opportunities
Look At All My Stuff

September makes sense to me. July and August don’t. Neither does February.

An ugly duckling. An attractive MILF. The studious co-Ed who abstains from dating studies for a test given by a professor with her roommate in his bed- but there is love there.

Grass withers and the flower fades but neither reaches it’s peak in the final moments before death – if a being without consciousness can even be said to really die.

It should snow on Christmas. I should be wearing shorts in June. I should see my parents on holidays.

It shouldn’t rain on a wedding. Managers should be older and with more education than employees. Pets shouldn’t die until the children are grown up.

If I love you you should love me. If you loan me a dollar you should let me keep it if I am only making a penny every other week.

If you are successful you should acknowledge that which is outside of you that brought about your success and if you are unsuccessful you should focus on what is within you that may have been lacking

I wish I had three lives
Three lives equals two mistakes
Then I could win – or at least stumble through the first level

I wish I had an energy bar
Then I would know exactly
How much abuse I could take before the damage became irreversible

I wish I had an instruction manual
Then I would know friend from foe
Instead of constantly mistaking friends for enemies and vice versa

I wish I could hit restart
An extra life isn’t going to fix this
Because I have fucked up so bad that the slate needs to be wiped clean

I wish I could buy another game
I am not really feeling this one anymore
The main character is weak and lame and I can’t see putting in the effort to see how this ends

Can’t get my icon to work, sorry.  Also it doesn’t rhyme.

Is it just me or is it ironic that a post about a man whose so desperate for attention that he self-immolates himself is lost on one of the few blogs that post regularly about suicide? Yeah it’s me, sorry no prose.

It is also ironic/tragic that this was not the only option for a suicide post I had over the past 18 or so days but chose this because I didn’t want to divulge personal details about an acquaintance even with pseudonym protection.  But like Benito sitting on it may have caused me to reconsider.  Why? Because victims of suicide, like victims of discrimination or homophobia all suffer when a member of the group does something that reflects poorly on the rest of us.  I am not saying that’s what Thomas Ball did, I can’t judge since I didn’t know him, but from what I gleaned it’s definitely a possibility.

When I first read about this I was angry.  My gut reaction was that this highly publicized event took away from the personal hurt my acquaintance was going through had similar struggles to mine.  I realize now that those thoughts were unworthy BUT there is a grain of truth to them.

We’re all familiar with the Buddhist monks who self-immolated to protest the Vietnam War.  These grand gestures drew our attention to senseless killing half a world away that was the product of complicated alliances and ideologies that made the folks on the ground least responsible for what was occurring.  And next to that we have a father in family court who owes a couple grand he really can’t afford to pay and might go to prison because of it (debtors’ prison! Get it?) Now personally, I think this guy’s act takes away from what the Buddhist Monks did.  I also don’t think he considered the excruciating pain caused by your own flesh burning.  If there is a club where people who committed suicide get to hang out in the Afterlife I am sure they make this guy buy drinks.
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When You Realize This is Life
You realize this is not a phase
This will not pass
This will not end
Where you are is where you have been and where you are going to be

When You Realize This is Life
You realize you will not look back on this and laugh
Nothing is going to turn around
In a year, two years, someday
The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach is permanent whether you like it or not

When You Realize This is Life
You realize the way you love will not be reciprocated
Nobody cares
People die and are not replaced
Life is awful and yet death is so inconceivable that you cling to that which you hate

Hi assholes! Here’s a poem for you

There once was a man named Wenis…

Forget it.  I don’t feel like rhyming despite the sarcastic remarks about why I should “stick to my 5th grade rhymes and stop trying to address serious issues.” And yes I deleted the comment and then quoted in the body of a post.  Sue me.  Particularly if you’re an unemployed lawyer.  It will give you something to do.

ANYway, since I will be the first to admit my last post on this subject was a little garbled, I am going to try again by simply pointing out one reason why suicide can be an action taken by a rational individual.  I cannot stress enough that 1) my writing this does not mean I personally am “suicidal” or 2) that suicide is or is ever the right decision.  Regardless of one’s faculties for logic the rammifications of such a violent act can never be fully predicted and the decision can never be overturned or mitigated.  Suicide makes no sense just like the death-penalty makes no sense from that perspective.

All right, on to the point.  A reason why suicide is statistically higher amongst our marginalized peers is that consciously or not, our life’s goal from a financial perspective is to achieve a zero networth, and to never be hounded about our loans ever again.  For better or for worse, suicide achieves that.

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I wish I had a real job.  I wish I could fly.

But mostly I don’t want to die.

Others do with pills and rope

Express a very different hope.

They are not the same as I.

Perhaps they really want to die.

I asked a man upon the brink

To take a big step back and think

Before he swallowed pills and more

And passed through the one way door

…Perhaps there is something worth living for?

But he is not the same as I

Perhaps he really wants to die.

He expressed a certain dream

Which involved a sporting team

Perhaps it’d be ok

If only they could win the day

A small light in infinite blackness.

Now of course I understood

Just as well as anyone could

A common form of inspiration that causes us to stop looking longingly at the hearse as it takes a shell to the beach

Now of course if the team should lose

What to stop him from taking pills and booze

To do what he had a mind to do in the first place?

For me, it’s called next year.

But he is not the same as I.

Perhaps it is his time to die.

If I could watch the World From the Moon
I’d Make Gravity like Anger
Directed not at the center of Mass
But Everywhere and Nowhere at the Same Time

If I could Watch the World From the Moon
I’d Make Energy Like Anger
Always Created Rarely Destroyed
And Frequently Transferred from One Body to Another

If I could watch the World From the Moon
I’d Make the Weather like Anger
Summer One Day Winter the Next
Tornadoes Would Form Over Water
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I have a hate allergy
My parents owned a restaurant
Where I breathed in second hand hate for 18 years
I guess shouldn’t smoke but the tobacco is so sweet

I am hated for Who I Am
I hate because of what others have done
I hate that I hate and I choke on hate
But sometimes just sometimes it’s better than air

I get beaten and down trodden
I don’t give up or in because I have nothing
I just stop and welcome my friend darkness
Darkness wants to be more than just friends

But then I feel the hate swelling in my upper chest
This is what the wretch wanted before he found grac
My bloodshot tear crusted eyes burst open
Darkness says she’ll come back at a better time

I Choke on Hate
It is an awful by product of the impure fuel that drives me
I want to go green
But this car is so so sexy

I am Lost
A Wanderer for a Decade
There is a place I cannot find

My Wrong Turns
They Make Themselves Known
But Time is a One Way No Stopping Street

If Only
Just Five Years Ago
I know I could fix this despite everything else

If Only
Three Years Ago
It Would Be Ok Now Despite Everything Else
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