Intellectually – it’s easy to acknowledge that there are so many different types of people in this world, and that those different types are necessary to make it all work – all go around – all turn, so to speak. It takes the hard asses, and the soft gentle types to make the different things … More Just Sad.
Paint me a picture of my blistering shame. What colours would you choose to show the pain? Would your hand be steady and heavy and meticulously planned, or would you just tip and pour and not even use your hands? Paint me a picture of the torture in anguish I feel. What colours would you … More What Colour?
My heart is sore. I can bleed no more. Today, I was the monster’s voice. Giving the broken man his choice. To run or to fight. Choose fear or choose light.My insides are tangled. His spirit is mangled. He looked at me and cried. My own pain I denied. My ego and my mind brace … More Death of a Kind Soul
I had what can only be described as a surreal dream last night. The actual details were all accurate to a true life event. It was only the ending that changed. It had left me feeling a little highly string today. Truth, in Dream: I sat in the waiting room of a very sterile reception … More Being Diagnosed with Schizophrenia
Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
On the 26th of November, my cat Marley was attacked by my dogs. The scene still plays in my mind. The blood. The sight of Marley, and the blood on my dogs faces. And so it began… the roller coaster of emotions that has left me so heart broken,…
Apply pressure to the wound Circle the drain Forgive those beside you They know not who they maim.. Or they do. They picked you. Demons that crawl upside down Twist their necks to look down At the artwork they have created in your paper mache heart. You can scratch, with no relief at the lack … More Prayer for the Restless
There are moments on some days, usually round late afternoon, that my speed train brain whips into turbo mode, and I get sad. Sad – but not sure why. I could collect all the thoughts that whiz by, and blame it on the collective negativity – but it feels more complicated and runs deeper than … More Dandelions…
It has been a long, long time since I have been this sad. Drained, and tired and sad. My heart is aching and my mind feels like its bleeding with guilt and… anger… and powerlessness. I have choices to make, and what ever I choose will hurt. Will hurt someone else, and I will carry … More Broken