Take me back
To times of tranquility
In a time of peace
And mental stability

To escape my feelings
Of guilt and regret,
All the trauma and pain
I just...cannot forget

Where my mind is pure
With social innocence
Deaf to their words
Of cynical influence

Where fear is a myth
A story of fiction
Condemned by verse
To eternal extinction

I could be..

Free from the trauma
Free from the pain
I can erase my history
And walk tall again

By Darren Wall

I write when I get insomnia
drawing in the dark is rather hard
I’ve written a lot the past weeks
and slept little
I’ve never been in his bed yet I long for it
I’m addicted without ever tasting it
In cold sweats awake at night
I need more
I wouldn’t need to write late at night if I had his skin to write all over
His lips to draw all over
and to kiss goodnight

I want that great type of love,
the one that you know what it is from the beginning.
I want that sweet slow fall,
where your scared to risk it all,
but you can't help it.
I want the butterflies,
and the long nights,
the ones where you stay up all night not believing this is your life.
I want that deep type of love,
the one that's worth the fight,
even when it doesn't look so bright.
I want the love,
that everyone dreams of,
everyone longs for,
I want that love,
but, I want it with you.

What can be prescribed
in an artificial world
but a placebo
                         Kelly McManus