Looking at myself now, Long held down by the machines, My brain set out to construct, Lost myself between the circitry, Inside a narcistic existance, Buried deeper a soft exterior, Unexposed by the walls of fear, Holding back the world so near, Feeling the crumbling cracks, Myself I, me alone in this concrete hall, Exposed,…
Category: depression
Forgotten Self
Escape, retreat down the regretful halls, Escape, enter into the realm of mystic, Escape, me, I, self, want, desire, Let go, Free, myself of the bond, Free, myself of the chain, Free, myself of the memories, Let go, Drift, away from me thou foul dirty whispers, Drift, away from me thou horrible tool of self…
People, Prophets, Killer Clowns, and Cyclist.
People bow down to the wisdom, Great intelligence bestowed on their godless, Prophets who climb high the circus tent, Shouting out their commands as whips fall, Whack, whack, whack, smacking the sad Clown, On the poor old derriere, Out comes the knife, giving chase to the Prophet on the cycle, Pedaling his way in circular…
Project
So many unfinished projects laying about, clustering my office with their frizzy voices all screaming, “finish me, finish me… finish me!” Inside my head another voice rings out, “lazy, unproductive, product of depression, and utterly useless.” Then at times despite feeling out of control, lazy, useless, depressed, I have to make a 180 and help…
Oh How Hard It Is To Not minimize.
Some things I did positive in my life last week. I bought a few upgrades to the house. I started perfecting a part of a composition I am working on completing. I did part or all of the dishes every day. I did part or all of the laundry every day. I am embarrassed this…
The End
One day at a time, Foot ahead, foot on the footpath, Ahead, an ending, Will it be the one, One day, one foot, another time, Ahead, the end, Waiting for the foot to end, As time fades away, Laying in the grave, Foot steps ending, For the last time.
Devastated
So mad inside, Anger burning brighter than ultra violet, Inside turmoil, Violet light shining bright, Bringing with it the devastation, Weeping for hurt after hurt, Devastation rocks my world, Hurt bringing forth tears.
A Tale That Led to Happiness.
Realization is anything but beautification, It all comes with a price more expensive than daily sacrifice, Sick, standing at the edge, Looking over feeling belly bulge, Down below an end, Is it my end? Step forward and find out, Whispers the voice of my out, Stay and find out, Whispers the voice against out, Two…
Look into My Mirror
Twisted disguise covers my muse, Is it pain, Or, that which amuse, Could it be broken glass, Shredding, cutting leaving the soul, In degraded pain? Looking past tattered soul, Among the mirrored looking glass, Which continues the window of pain, Showing trapped soul, An embodiment of young lad rolling in grass, Who is now a…
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