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Tag: depression
Looking Down The Trail
Beautiful Scarborough Peaceful in the spring Castles and history are found Sweet memories are made May 2018 Scarborough, UK.
Who Are You
Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow. You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know. You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way.… Continue Reading “Who Are You”
Check In
I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and… Continue Reading “Check In”
Vanishing City
Running away, Or running free? I never know which it will be. Vanishing city or a trick of the eye? Chasing the fog. Chasing a lie. We are all scared. The sway has been lost. There’s no return trip but we are still charged… Continue Reading “Vanishing City”
From Far Away We are Free
London taken from Greenwich (Cutty Sark) We are never free from ourselves. Even if you travel to the ends of the Earth, there is always someone you can never leave behind. But, when you are alone and in an unfamiliar place, you might find… Continue Reading “From Far Away We are Free”
Raise Your Frequency
I was trained in electronics. I know how to test circuits for current, use frequency meters and accidentally shock myself 😂 I also know that even though I can’t necessarily see voltage, current or frequency with my eyes, it does exist. Our bodies give… Continue Reading “Raise Your Frequency”
Jekyl and Hyde
Short poem: Nothing to me Is ever right or good intentioned. Always fantasies of what could have happened. Running from myself the soul is forgotten. In a dream we jump and wake before hitting bottom. But those of us that cannot escape are not… Continue Reading “Jekyl and Hyde”
Flashback Memories
Stillson Street, Rochester NY. Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me. But, it’s a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.
63 Pill Bottles
The pain in my chest constantly Paranoia arrests my rational thinking viciously I see their lights out of the corners of my eyes Black shadows moving across the floor I can’t help but check the locks on the doors and make sure the shades… Continue Reading “63 Pill Bottles”
No Fixing You
You keep saying you’ll get back on track, but you can’t. “It’s not about willpower!” We are over that. But it is. It’s a part of it. Can’t you push through? Pick yourself up and grab the glue to put yourself back together again.… Continue Reading “No Fixing You”
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