Archive for the 'Poetry & Art' Category

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014

I drink cause I’m dry. Of the tears I have cried.

The Prince-Bishop’s Demense

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014

, “In February 1578, Stoeckhlin and his friend Jacob Walch, an oxherd, spent an evening drinking wine and talking about death and the afterlife. They made a pact with each other that whichever of the two should die first should come to the other one … and show him what it is like in that world” (Apps & Gow, Male […]

An expensive cost, the price of rape

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014

There was a chill in the wind that night, one like no other. The darkness made it hard for sight, but I didn’t know it mattered. The strength of your grip, the frame of your stature; As you grabbed my hips, before I knew it I was captured. You forced yourself on me, along with […]

Having a Heavenly Cow

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014

by the water meadow. It is raining and the Queen is reigning amid the threat of a flotilla landing an army on her shores. All the stuff that’s been neglected to do for so long it returns to bite the butt. But it wasn’t so ready to become a beneficiary of a negative ministration. It’s […]

Too fast overstrung

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

I’m so overstrung, that even doing a small thing is too much. Even going out of bed, eating and dress myself is already too much on a day. If i do a little bit more, such as playing a game with my mom, walking a little while or having a therapy session, I’m completely broken […]

you left me

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

I’m scared, I want my mommy here with me, holding my dear. So alone in the dark again; they won’t tell me what happened. The people around me are crying and sobbing, and I don’t know what to do. They say be brave They say you’ll be missed. They say not to be like you, […]

It’s just another day

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

Tell me about a good place. A place where I can be me The weird, crazy me The one with red stained hair But my days seem to blend Wake up, get out of bed. look at myself in the mirror again. Hate myself, love myself I don’t know what to do. Get dressed, put […]

Loss of a son

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

She says I never had it This dark cloud above my head Because the pills didn’t make it better It’s all inside my head Of course it’s in my head I say Depression isn’t just chemical imbalance It’s a mentality A way of living A way that’s mine forever Just get over it You’ve got […]

Monday, April 21st, 2014

It’s like don’t have to breathe, but have to wait. Till’ you say something again, so I can breather and live. But without you here.

That moment

Monday, April 21st, 2014

That moment when you are finally getting over your depression and someone comes along as says “you’re messed up in the head” Just what I wanted to hear.