I don’t write a lot of happy poetry because I share my happiness fully and freely with people. I write poetry when I’m frustrated, angry, or hurt. I write poetry because I can share my thoughts without burdening someone else with them. I have plenty of people who wouldn’t consider it a burden but for…
I think God takes naps at 3 in the morning. It’s when I feel the most alone. The most broken. The most… scared. I remember the morning I had decided I should die. That moment is a part of who I am today. I think Death stalks me now. It won’t let me forget. Every…
My brain said I just can’t And I couldn’t For the life of me I just couldn’t So I wouldn’t And I didn’t Until can’t Was all That could
There is this little shadow that lurks inside the light. Like an impossible shadow that shouldn’t exist because of all the light. It carries with it energy and it looks for thoughts it can eat so it can grow. It likes negative thoughts the most but it can sustain itself on little frustrating or nagging…
#OctoWriMo2018 Day 2 One thing I’ve learned about MY depression is that being sober and staying away from alcohol is a MUST. Alcohol is a depressant. You may feel ok for a short (very short while) but it is short lived and then you are worse off than you were. The best thing I ever…
A friend asked me if I had ever tried to meditate. I told him I had tried but my mind sounds like a crazy drunken concert crowd. Always loud. Always rowdy. He sent me some links to try and I tried. I fell asleep with a quiet mind. It was strange. This morning I woke up…
I waited for you You never came I looked for you You were gone I needed you I wanted you But you were Nowhere You were Only a voice But you were Always there And now You’re gone
All the things I thought I knew I knew would someday collapse Someday collapse and bury me Bury me underneath its facts All the things I thought I knew I knew I’d someday regret Someday regret the knowledge The knowledge I wish you’d kept All the things I thought I knew I knew…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
HASTYWORDS 