“finding it solarplexusly painful how hope brought in a moment can be dashed to bits the next even though this appears to be a reoccurring theme with you” -said dysfunction to mental health
Tag: anxiety
I.C.U.
Life is so fucking fragile Never take it or those in yours for granted Love you Mom ღ
constrained
knowing frustration the dusk darkly respires inordinate directions tiredly traveled assembling nowhere seen
Connection
Could use some divine intervention if divinity as such even exists for a response to pleading souls wretched and twisted In lieu of this, an ungilded bird to softly sing a single sweet note To unwound past hurts thought to be cast much too tarnished to ever take back Bringing affirmation to our human & spiritual connection
Trying to find thanks…
in the sun’s mourning light searching for any spark in your eye. What are you thinking right now in your medicated haze mixed pain? Why do we always ask why when why doesn’t give a shit. Like deserving what we get get’s us what we deserve. Who decides these things, like perverse justice. Trying… Continue reading Trying to find thanks…
So he finds….
Without his muse He can’t write a fucking thing Phraseology trapped under his skin Awaits release from inertia Awaits a lightness of breath To unbind his heart’s language A vocabulary of verity On bones winter white Waiting for thaw
Lost in Minutiae
drowning in particulars, I breathe in inferences that may or may not be real truth is irrelevancy, to living emotion what i feel is all that is real and yet when I step outside myself I can see clearly that things aren’t always as they seem when I’m lost in minutiae
Storm Clouds Gather
starless nights sunless days heavy clouds leaden dismally deluge my thoughts . a somber opaqueness fogs my heart drizzles my brain as torrents wage battle . that my inner life should be mirrored so well in tempest as thunder’s trepidatious rhythms drum march my soul Some days dark moods come without reason or notice.… Continue reading Storm Clouds Gather
White Water
churning white water foams my mind, frosting depths of pristine blue passions ride as rapids rise powerful invocations splashed with self-reflection churning white water foams my heart, frosting depths of pristine blue majestic embodiment forms an antithesis to death hauntingly desired churning white water foams my soul, frosting depths of… Continue reading White Water
Circular Rooms
Trapped in circular rooms, sanity wobbles on hollow stones lucidly weaved stitches piece together fragile frames of reference round (w)holes with square pegs lived into place monumental mental musings both alpine and obscure towering fortitude with invisible shackles are my legacy potentials captive in chaos are my life