Boots on my feet, Living a hundreds of fleeting dreams, Memories float like stars all about, Catching glimpse of an old me, Young, fit, and motivated, Standing out, shining bright, Medals that mean nothing, Awards for jobs well done, Paper trails everywhere, Automatically judged and alienated, A lot of us get caught by drink or…
Tag: depression
A New Man
Take a break with me my friend, Come with me to far off ledge, Envision your house afar, Far away across the horizon, Built sturdy, steadfast, fortified, Legendary made to house your kin, Wine cellars, vineyards, and an orchard, Tree’s for miles, Not a neighbor in sight, Your days spent in isolated delight, Friends come…
Mental Intelligence
Some sense, distorted time, Illusion presence, twisted rhyme, Soul forgotten, lost perception, Intelligence mastered, dumbfounded vision.
Redemption
Often I write from a place of depression, Exhaustion weighing down my soul, At times unaware of my existence, The Universe’s gravity pushing me onward. Saddened by loss, Grief overwhelms me at times, Regret fills my cup, And water turns to vinegar in my throat. Mentally ill and losing my toolbox, My hammer often hits…
Sad
Sad heart stirs on open flame Cooking down sad daily pain Flares of sparks rise up in hope Extinguished by sad tears
Weep
Dragging demons from, Deep within your jagged cave, Invisible, cures, that jade you, Wondering demons creep from deep within, Light shining bright, Dulled by dark skies, Every waking hour, Sleep deprived soul, You, beautiful soul, Oh, what ever shall you do, Run, jagged rock cut deep, Bleeding soul, heart cut deep, Far beyond the hills,…
Morning Coffee: #2
Goodmorning sunshine, what a wonderful day to smell coffee brewing. It’s cool outside, almost like having spring in Autumn. The only shade is my grandmother’s passing. My heart fills full of shards of glass, each a different emotion. Some pass easy, while others whittle away the flesh digging deeper until they hit bone. So, as…
Closed Behind Curtains
Sunlight bites at my feet, Straining to open the curtians, Trapped in my minds bitter prision, All alone in a room full of people, Bitter illusion wastes my medicated mind, Standing on the edge, looking out, Seeing life pass me by, Complicated by invisible emotions, Saturated by hidden wounds, Scarred closed by times inevitable passing.
COPING MECHANISMS, WHATS YOURS?
It amazes me how depression kills my creativity and productivity. I wanted to take a moment and thank anyone who views, likes, or follows what I create. You all encourage me through those dark times. I follow the advice of author Patrick Ruthfuss. He once said in a VLOG (paraphrased), ‘if you write something, write…
Delve Into Swinging Emotions: Exploring My Bipolar Symptoms
Today was a busy timeline of emotional swings. I felt anger, joy, sadness, free, hyper active, slow and dull, while being nervous and shaking from time to time. I’ve come to learn from this cycle that I may be on the upswing to become manic which with as bad as this emotional tornado has been…
