Absinthe Minded Dreams

[Guest Nikki A]

i slip into absinthe minded dreams

where razors are pressing on my seams

a dark pit where wormwood pulls

me down, down into a hell so full

of others just like me

hugs, Nikki

[Guest Pól]

Nikki, are you OK? You have me a little worried here.

[Guest Nikki A]

Nikki, are you OK? You have me a little worried here.

im really sorry for the slow reply! im ok. u dont need to worry, i've just been feeling alone a lot recently and feeling like hurting myself, but this poem (and several others ) are my way of not hurting myself. it distracts me and releases my emotions! so don't worry!

[Guest Pól]

im really sorry for the slow reply! im ok. u dont need to worry, i've just been feeling alone a lot recently and feeling like hurting myself, but this poem (and several others ) are my way of not hurting myself. it distracts me and releases my emotions! so don't worry!

OK, that's good to hear. Please keep in mind though that chat is also here as an option if you start feeling that way again and want to talk to someone.

[Guest Nikki A]

OK, that's good to hear. Please keep in mind though that chat is also here as an option if you start feeling that way again and want to talk to someone.

of course i will! oohh heres another one i wrote right after absinthe minded dreams

frozen alive

chosen to die

if her friends were only there,

if she knew that they cared

she surely would have survived

that one is called chosen to die

hugs, Nikki

[Guest miss kindheart]

Dear Nikki,

<<< hug >>>

Please don't hurt yourself.

It won't help at all.

Keep writing , and stay busy, and hopefully it will take your mind off of it.

Stop by and chat some time

vanna

[Guest Nikki A]

Dear Nikki,

<<< hug >>>

Please don't hurt yourself.

It won't help at all.

Keep writing , and stay busy, and hopefully it will take your mind off of it.

Stop by and chat some time

vanna

of course! i've been feeling less bad recently too!

feeling her heart beat against her chest

she waits for her love with baited breath

the door bell rings

"are you ready?" his voice sings

she runs to the door

glances to see her shoes on the bedroom floor

and yells back "just a sec"

i call it baited breath

btw if anyone has any opinion of my poems id love to hear them cuz i think they sound kinda bleh

hugs, Nikki