Well. Short poems for you.

 

 Sometimes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes pain just hurts.

And sometimes the only miracle is that you're still here, when no one expected you to be. Not even you.

So if no one's ever said it before, then let me:

I believe you. 

I believe in you.  

 

 Tonight

Dark...

Tonight in Gaza... an Israeli soldier counted bullets like prayers.

One for the father, one for the mother...

But when the gun turned to the child... even God closed His eyes.

 

 

 Apnea

Did you know that when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you blackout? It's called voluntary apnea. 

That no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct not to let in any water is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head is exploding.

Then when you finally let it in, that's when it stops hurting; it's not scary anymore, it's actually kinda peaceful... 

My friend opted for this piece. Now six feet deep, and I'm in pieces. 

I hate the waters... I really do... 

#EnjoyTheDark 

© amimoh

 

 

You know that moment...

You know that moment in a movie when a character has taken two steps off a cliff, a glass full of water in his hands, and he mustn't spill even a single drop. He realizes he can't move forward or backward, and the only option is to fall. Joey looked like that without a puff of smoke. 

He just played video games at our house, and then he went home. I once caught Joey in my dad's office staring at the safe in which he knew we kept guns.

Joey once molded his clay toy into a tree with a rope hanging from one of its branches and refused to give a reason why.

I once caught Joey in a Biology class staring at a scapel and a bleeding frog, which was the specimen, as if he wanted to be the frog itself; sprayed open and bleeding from a blade.

Anyway...

Joey got a promotion yesterday.

Joey can now afford antidepressants. 

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 I Knew Someone Once...

I knew someone once...
She had her fire burning so bright when she was eighteen. Most of the time, she only cries now and won't tell anybody why. She spends her nights in bottles; Now she's driving the wrong way. Car going at 95.

She wasn't a rebel growing up; Now she's dancing with the devil. Used to be a face to paint in all forms of examples of a good person. She found hope inside the Bible. Lost hope, now suicidal. She's turned to the wine for her survival.

All these...
All these, she says, is simply being subtle.

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