Rich rain smell scent of melting snow Usher departure of deep rooted frost saturated bedding for browned blades grass loose-rooted gently nudged awake by sun’s growing fever. I, long asleep, winter wrapped, reach tired arms, achingly, toward you, toward your warmth, to melt deeply rooted frosts of anger and loosely rooted spears of fear
Sorry to anyone that faithfully follows or looks forward to my new poems (is there anyone like that?), as I haven’t been really “with it” since I last had a spate of inspiration. Since then I have kinda swung into a depressive state and my productivity all around is a bit lacking. Anyone with major depression or […]
Thoughts struggle To be realized As brain is blank – empty mentally I could say, “I am feeling off” Or that something doesn’t quite Fit Limbs are wound up tight and ready To go, leg bouncing With excess Energies leaking Thoughly and fully Misplaced Soft sheets call a firm pillow Shouts to me over 10 […]
As someone that struggles with bipolar disorder, I find music impacts me at a very visceral level. I don’t know how it is for ‘normies” (i.e. people without mental or emotion disorders), but music can, and often does, impact my mood in very intense ways. That said, it’s not always as you might think. When […]
There is a certain danger to choosing to live life openly as a blogger and frequent forum user – of which I am both. One of these dangers recently reared its ugly head and nearly bit my wife and me – fortunately my wife and I communicate very effectively, and it had only a temporary […]
So….I am gonna come out, so to speak…maybe it’ll help my healing. I have a mental disorder. Wow…just the words mental disorder are hard to get out. They carry so much weight….so much stigma….so much bullshit…so much unknown….so much fear. A little under a year ago I was diagnosed as having bipolar disorder type 2 — […]
Words break off broken Mind leaks wide open Mouth tied loosely To random thought Processes not operating Optimally but bugging Out and dripping drugged Sluggish and slurred Slurry of syllables failing To impart any meaning.
Rough waters wash over slick wooden slivered edges Spilling frigid waters of fear and little pin-pricks of pain to weary and numb worn limbs, in the deepening darkness of this emotional torrent, meyself, like a storm shaken life boat barely bouyant sailing between swales, searching skies for signs of an eventual end to these sun shunned days. ~~~~ […]
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