The pigeon man fills his hands, with morsels caked in time He pilfers through the garbage can, so birds will flock to dine Talons cling to threadbare skin, impervious to tears Grownups judge while children grin, as droppings drench his hair Treasured by this vagrant, is bond of bird and man I stroll on by [...]
Riding passenger with my mother traveling back to my lux two-bedroom apartment, I suddenly burst into tears. She sat confused, and bewildered. I later learned symptoms of mental illness usually strike in the early 20's of many young adults. I can attest to this fact, they hit hard. Unable to truly express my feelings the [...]
I was sitting as still as I could on our old couch, but time seemingly didn't notice my static state and continued to blissfully tick as I sat there, my body as a statue and my mind as a vortex. It was only 10 minutes until my first shift, my first real shift anyway, at [...]
Etching Therapeutically It’s amazing how tears never flow when fingers bleed through the screen. When a mind becomes tangible through etchings. The feelings caged find face. A picture. A palpable existence. Words are my minds eternal soul. ________________________________________________ Dear Words, If I didn’t find you, who would I be? Would I live among the pill [...]
WRITE POETRY, HE SAID At age 38, I was dancing and singing at the top of my lungs in my second-storey apartment, while my two young children slept peacefully in their bedrooms. The year was 1984 and I had no idea my brain was rattling and clanging inside as I experienced my first manic-psychotic episode. [...]
And Depression Is two hands squeezing strangling until you’re dry too dry so dry you wonder if desiccation only happens to corpses Depression is the fear that you’re immortal in a world of goodnight kisses painfully unlaced with cyanide staring into the void and letting it seep in until you are what is left a [...]
They don’t know… What it feels like to be inside my head All day Long. To run with the thoughts and fears That whiz through my brain Constantly. To worry about what others will think Because I’m not “normal.” Or what people conceive as normal. They don’t know How hard I try to appear normal, [...]
Chest holds grenades pulled of their pin Daddooms counting down those ticks from within Strokes falling short of a meaningful measure Beats that retreat, as aching’s trump pleasure Oh how chambers chime in a pitch out of tune Rhythms depicting a heart now in ruin Daddooms void of lust, rings stripped of luck A life [...]
The contents of my yoga mat: 1 battered body 1 tormented mind Finally forced to acknowledge each others' presence. Struggling to keep the pace I confront my body's limitations. In asanas of repose Trauma seeps through the cracks of my resolve to be mindful. Om? PTSD thrives on avoidance But in this room there is [...]
I finished this today and I wanted to share it with you. It's kinda the easiest way to tell you or others how I feel. Imagine yourself Alone in your head You're hanging, dangling From a silver thread Empty, alone With the monsters within Internally screaming You just want to give in Now imagine that's [...]
