THE SHADOWS

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…

DEPRESSION FLAVORED VODKA

#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…

BUT WHAT IF….

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…

VOICES

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

    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…

THE FIGHT

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…

POSSESSION

Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…

#BeReal – BRITON UNDERWOOD

My #BeReal guest today is Briton Underwood Writing poetry heals.  It allows a person to dig deep. To really think about what to say.  I am always stoked to see someone express themselves with poetry and Briton does it brilliantly. Thank you Briton for sending in the first #BeReal poetry submissions.   HEAVY DIRTY SOUL…

CHARCOAL DIALOGS

I was flying Supported by strings Like a kite Made of newspaper With happy headlines And the next moment I was falling, descending Towards a cardboard stage My life, a flat character Chaotic and muddled Skewed by the reality Of a developed depression It crept quietly into my head In the darkest part of night…