So now it is 2018 and the worst of all of the above is behind me. I am still not an Astronaut, but I feel that the more mental the world around me turns the less mental I feel. Gone are the days when I felt a great deal of irritation around this whole … Continue reading OCD, Anxiety, Depression, and other reasons I am not an Astronaut: Part Deux.
A collection of poems ranging from observational material to my struggle with mental health. Also some about love, life and a few things in between.
Scared as a crow I fear the always open field, Armour ready, steady shield, Advancing, My march is glacier slow. As hard is the rock and open the place, Iron shoes, lactic lace, Sweating, My back is arched like a clock stuck at two. Head cracked with ball and fist, Frustration racing, mind … Continue reading Crow Scared
Drifting we do from early bud, to all but ash and ground Happiness is a lonely whisper, Amongst this bustling crowd. Snap of fingers echo’s, from a hindsight setting hand, Dreams sit behind the cusp of yesterday’s forgotten, More lay waiting, beyond tomorrows remembered land. Moments of content are few, as flakes in the autumn snow, … Continue reading Lonely Whisper
Those vicious insults bounce right back the burden of guilt is yours to carry on your own bitter twisted back. I hope those bricks are heavy way you down you are the cause of your own wretched frown. Your cold stare makes me feel warm your coldness only makes you wither against your own internal storm. I … Continue reading Hates Self Reflection
It is not always the winning that wins the race, More the finding, understanding ones pace. Lungs will burn, legs will seize, Ankles will twist, knuckles will freeze, Eyes will stream and flow. Not everybody’s race is there to be won, It is there to be run, it is there to be done, Along … Continue reading Finding The Pace
It is yet another bending breaking soon to be broken morning in this pink skied city. Yesterday now as dead as the day before last, Old suns have risen, Old moons have passed. Early cuffed and collard worm catchers all ruffled and already missing the nest hop from paving to slab. These woken weary … Continue reading Pink Skied City
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Cast across ocean glass, how the winged fishes wept. Dew be a diamond crystal, of silky hair regret, How the winged fishes dangle, They be caught upon the net. I have a simple deck of wood, no grass or house of grand, No need for beach or oceans, no need for golden sand. I am … Continue reading Ocean Glass
Return the bull of charge and stamp, Crashes the china, turn down the lamp. Close the shop, pull down the shutters, Back to the grey, the flooding black gutters, Sledging, My hammer comes falling down. With a hammered crash the birds flee from top and wing stop rest, Flee from hanging branch, from sea view nest, … Continue reading Back To One