R.L. Pfundt

poem by R.L. Pfundt

Beating hearts and dumb decisions and unfounded giant egos define who we are. We are alive. Taking risks without thinking twice and regretting words we said in anger and fear. We are alive. “I’m sorry. I did... Read more

poem by R.L. Pfundt

What happened to the happy little girl in the photographs, not afraid to be the focal point in front of a camera, not afraid to be herself? What happened in those twelve years to make her so fragile, so scared, so uncomfortabl... Read more

lyrics by R.L. Pfundt

Verse 1: I look up at the sky. I can't even picture anything beautiful. Just a great big black hole, and I’m sucked in. Pre-Chorus: And I can’t even tell you how I feel. And I can’t even tell you how ... Read more

story by R.L. Pfundt

[Warning: This story will deal with child abuse and neglect. So, if you don’t want to read a story that deals with that, which I completely understand, then this story probably isn’t for you.] Like most human beings, ... Read more

poem by R.L. Pfundt

Just a girl wandering around just to fall in the abyss. Just a boy wandering around aching to save her. “I don’t need your help. I never need anyone!” “Just know that I’m gonna be there ... Read more

poem by R.L. Pfundt

They don’t understand. They don’t feel that way when you break a little more each day, waiting for the end to come your way. They don’t understand how it feels to feel worthless, to hate yourself, to t... Read more

story by R.L. Pfundt

I don’t know exactly all of what happened to Jack that night and he hasn’t told me much, but the following day, he arrived at school wearing sunglasses. When Ms. Vera finally got him to remove them, we all saw his bruise... Read more

story by R.L. Pfundt

Fast forward a few years and Jack and I were in the third grade. We were the best of friends by now, inseparable really, and he spent nearly every waking moment with my family at our house. That’s not to say he didn’t go... Read more

story by R.L. Pfundt

It wasn’t till later that year, towards the end, in May that I learned about Jack’s mom. I don’t know if I ever wondered about his mom and I’m certain I never asked. It’s strange how self involved ki... Read more

story by R.L. Pfundt

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story by R.L. Pfundt

That night was one of the longest nights a night has ever lasted. Those nine hours seemed to never end. Eventually, around five or six in the morning, I finally fell into a coma and my mom started shaking me awake at eight in the morn... Read more