Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to me! One more year around. Merry day, but why no laughs? Why it is dark in the room? No, there is no surprise party. Only lonely gluten free cake. This is first time without you, Since I came to USA. One more year older, And dozen times more depressed. Each year is more terrifying. What does future hold for me? Happy Birthday to you! Of course now you can Blow all candles at once, But your wish will not come true.   Funny, how many times my birthday was a very sad day. My 25th birthday was probably the best, but it was more of an exception (wild ire still wanted to ruin everything though). Last year on my birthday my boyfriend (ex *cough*) forgot to get…
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Puzzle in the darkness

Candles in the room, but corners are pitch black. I don’t care about dark corners, I am not afraid of the darkness anymore. My fingers are shivering. My tongue mumbles words. My eyes see hope, but I’ve heard that I am insane. My fingers picking and putting pieces together, they are smeared in blood. Red color on my fingers – juice of life. Every tiny piece I pick and try to find a right place to fit it. My new hobby is a bloody puzzle! I laugh in the dark at my joke. Probably that is why they say that I am insane, but I am not. I am looking for redemption, I am looking for salvation. I am Doctor Frankenstein of myself! Piece by piece, I assembly bloody puzzle…
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Let me go

Whisper Please, stop it now. My heart wounded enough. Let me fade in the darkness now Let go…   -by Nea Beni #urbanpoetrychallengesrare  
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Page Five. Tommy. 

Tommy’s stomach growled again, reminding him that he skipped his dinner. He looked through the window and it already was getting dark. Of course, it was only 6:10 p.m., but it also was November. Tommy wasn’t afraid to go outside alone, when it was dark. He was one of those lost souls on the streets, even though he had some money hidden under the wooden floor, but inside he was as empty, so he never was assaulted. Usually he had ten-dollar bill on him for his dinner (and leftovers for his lunch), but tonight he grabbed twenty. Tonight, he felt different, so while he was walking on the street, to reach the “downtown”, he rushed. Tonight, he felt like he didn’t belong to these dark streets with suspicious individuals here…
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The day I died

Quiet, very quiet, But my heart cried. Desperation. Roses withered: Tears - not enough for them. Inevitability. World froze. My soul shattered on pieces. Agony. My silly life Got ripped away from my heart. That day – the day I died…  
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