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Food For Thought
I can not depend on my moods,
This is why I depend on food.
Good days, bad days, the pain stays,
The food I eat takes me away.
I used to be fat and then went slim,
Now the fat creeps back in.
Self esteem is what I lacked,
Food is slowly making me fat.
The mirror is no friend of mine,
The image I see is not mine.
The dismal day portays my mood,
and then 'BOOM' I run back to food.
...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 3:04 am
Infatuation
I don’t necessarily want to be like you
There are times when you drive me up the wall!
I thought I wanted to be friends with you
I thought that we were something that we we're not
The reason is that I want to be like you, not that I want you
I want to be able to turn my phone over when someone calls
I want to be had a look away and ignore that “ting”
I want to put myself first...
Friday 26th March 2021 2:23 pm
Adjusting to Change - Anxiety
hurting, melting, head caving
my head so broke inside
trying to hold it together
but i feel so far from fine
suffocating, shaking, heart racing
my body responds in fear
trying to reason with myself
though it doesn't help it clear
aching, receding, soul's numbing
my mind is shutting off
trying to hold onto reality
but i feel so very lost
falling, stalling, chest pounding
my soul'...
Wednesday 10th March 2021 11:07 pm
The Light Box
Filament burns,
fingers touching static glass.
Drunk with self-depreciating guilt
as eye's tap dance
in unison to a scripted feeling.
Ink tracing those familiar lines
cliched by experience.
this time with a heavier hand...
forged through fear,
now's the time to be brave...
Saturday 25th January 2020 7:48 pm
OCD.
Tick, Tock.
Look at the clock.
Wait seven seconds.
Look at the clock.
Wait seven seconds.
Look at the clock.
Wait seven seconds.
Look at the
Wait---
Tip, Tap.
Each finger raps the desk.
Once then twice then thrice.
Each finger raps the desk.
Once then twice then thrice.
Each finger raps the desk.
Once then twice then thrice.
Each finger
Once-...
Tuesday 7th January 2020 10:41 am
As The Sun Rises
I lay on a hard mattress curled in the foetal position,
wrapped in a chrysalis of darkness.
A fancy metaphor could not explain the meaning of life,
it had simply become irrelevant.
I had become so skinny that my skin was pulled
guitar string taut over aching bones,
that doctors had threatened to hospitalise me.
But now, allergic to life, my skin peeled at the thought of being.
...Monday 30th September 2019 12:18 pm
Psychotic Girl
lying in the bath, curled in a daze
staring at my hand, ring finger twitching
eyes losing focus, antipsychotics sedating
right foot twitching, clinically agitated
stomach protruding, appetite increased
screams of bubbles bursting, whispers intruding
scent of my body, artificial strawberry
ignore the shouts, but they hurt me
mountains of bubbles, naïve body purifying
pray...
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:57 am
Lion within
The Many Faces of Spirit Wind
I told the lion in me to quiet down cause it had a loud roar
The environment I was in encouraged me to let it out
But I was not ready to explore
A side of me that had red eyes and was engulfed in flames
Cause I didn’t learn how to tame
And maintain that energy
So I kept quiet as the I let the hyenas pass me around
Letting the fire burn
...Saturday 22nd June 2019 5:45 pm
Can't Escape
You try to escape the demons
But they latch on way too tight,
Their claws digging into my body
And mind, with all their might.
Fighting is exhausting,
It physically and mentally drains.
But still I endure it, hoping
One day I will finally escape the pain.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:05 pm
Numb
I'm sitting here, trapped, frozen in time
Head imploding, finally losing my mind
Nowhere to run, bound and confined
To the prison within, my unconscious mind.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 9:48 pm
A Bipolar Mind
Each day, more exhausting than the last.
Time goes far too slowly, or too fast.
you're either extremely low, or elevated.
People either love you, or you're hated.
There is no middle ground
- no inbetween.
Everything is one extreme.
you're either Jekyll or you're Hyde.
It is a never ending fight.
You're a walking contradiction ,
With no explanation,
No cha...
Monday 18th June 2018 3:58 pm
Real Life Nightmare
Every moment to fear,
Forever holding back internal tears.
Life- so complicated,
forever indecisive.
The world too big, too scary,
my mind so full of queries.
Never certain, never happy,
each decision could be deadly.
An escapes impossible,
every outcomes implausible.
Sinking under water,
Always being taken for a martyr.
The pain runs so deep,
Barely able to ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 11:34 pm
Bipolar & My Brother
I wear a mask every day of my life,
It causes me pain & stress,
It makes my life such a chaotic mess,
I wish this mask would lift,
However, nevertheless, it’s a part of me.
I wear the mask of lies,
There are so many things in my life, that I am in denial to myself,
I wear this mask, it causes me to feel torn,
My eyes are broken,
They make me see such things like a u...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 1:41 pm
SCAR TISSUE
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 3:55 pm
Poetry and Mental Health
Hello.
I have just written a blog on Poetry and Mental Health for the literary magazine Under the Fable.
I'd love for it to get more than the usual 14 views, they are a small magazine and could use some exposure.
More over, I'm quite proud of the piece and would like to know what others think.
It can be found here.
medium.com is awful for formatting but the words should speak for ...
Sunday 11th October 2015 10:53 pm
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