Tag: depression
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”
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”
You’ll Catch Your Death
The water through the rocks, sifting the silt and mud. Runs over her toes half exposed. No blood left, flesh rotted from the bone. But, noone can escape the smell. If you are lucky, you’ll go way before you get old. The soul rotted… Continue Reading “You’ll Catch Your Death”
Sea Is Calling Me
It’s semi-cold in Hatteras today. Like-60°. 😂 But, I never get bored walking the beaches. No sunshine is the best time for me because of my skin conditions. No 🌞 = No 🔥 So, on thanksgiving week, I am grateful for the peacefulness of… Continue Reading “Sea Is Calling Me”
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