Monday, January 17, 2011. Fluorescent lights bathing my skin. I come to the vitamin aisle standing before countless bottles. To my right a girl and a mother. Brother is there too they search through the diet pills for daughter. How can she loose weight the fastest? To my right daughter is 13 at most and beautiful in body no need for this. Mother helps her find the right pill. Her at 13 at most maybe 12.

Friday, February 4, 2011. Richard sat up in his bleach white room. His nightmares still screaming in his head. The doctor came in to run more tests. But to them he was already dead. He remembered the fear in their eyes. When he told his friends the horrid news. They just thought he was paying his dues. And as they gradually drew away. He realized they were full of fear. It came out in the most harmful ways.

Friday, February 4, 2011. Here I stand among droves of corpses. I stand alone and look. Who has done this to all these people? It was He, He who wrote the Great Book. Yes, my God told me to kill. To kill in His Great Name. And all these bodies that surround me now. Must have been told the same. They yelled out to their God, their Savior,. And the one who had taken their life. Cursed their soul to hell. The last thing in these now dead minds. Was of their heroic fall.

Monday, January 17, 2011. Written while I was at work in a novelty store in Jacksonville, FL. I was working there full-time while on medical leave from Brown University and later transferred to Cornell College. Thinking to herself something enters her mind and the glitch catches it stops. She sits her minds eye enters slow motion. I hope you dream on. I show him the oils and the lotions, the kits and toys.

Friday, February 4, 2011. Words finding a home in my ear. A place in my mind. Deaf ears which can only hear the manic voice of my mind. And I close my eyes trying to stop it. Just tear a hole in me.