Believe in placement
A person, an angel
Placed in a situation
At a certain time,
Bringing an anxious mind
Back to reality,
They have a name
And a face
The right person
At the right place.
Amputated
Two fingers amputated due to a work accident.
For a recreational writer and poet it can be a massive setback.
Not being able to make notes quickly, and struggling to get motivated or creative when looking at a loss which is so obvious in front of my face.
Worrying what other people think of my deformity.
But we must crack on and tell our story.
I’ve suffered mentally in the past, and now physically.
Because it’s my writing hand I feel like I’m being tormented or warned by some higher power.
But alas that is just my imagination, which is still fully intact.
I will adapt and embrace the change. Though it may be a slower process, words will still flow and my story will go on…
Two Halves
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Two halves
You may think these words are heavy
It’s hard not to be with mental illness
Most would of stopped reading by now
Some stayed just to be curious
Maybe you stayed because you can relate,
To how it felt and how it affected you
The Love, fear, happiness and hate
We’re constantly have, and are going through
Those first two verses were written when really low,
God, reading it brings me down
But only to a level of understanding
All part of turning your life around
Well, you got this far, and not by chance
Seen off the mysterious voices
Freedom is a wonderful thing
Being able to make life choices
A lot of life has been wasted
Solving an impossible puzzle
Time to look past, look forward
Take off that emotional muzzle
I don’t want to end this like I’m preaching,
But theres one thing I’ve identified,
If you do relate, then you’re a kind, loyal,
Beautiful, passionate, creative, ambitious and caring person…
… Don’t hide!
Happy People
Happy People
I’m sinking
Sinking in drinking
Swallowing my soul,
Im thinking, thinking
Of sinking
Swallowed down whole
I’m breathing
Breathing in light
Where darkness still reigns,
I’m sorry
Sorry for everything
Guilt runs through my veins
I’m leaving
Leaving through time
I’ve nothing left,
Come find me
Find me in peace
There’s no judgement in death.
Burn
We have to unlearn
To be a Burden,
Release the frustrated
Of feeling hated.
We try and we try
To live and not die,
But it’s so hard
To kick start
The energy and will
To swallow the pill
To be able to see straight
And let go of the hate.
I look in the reflection
And see no direction,
Just roads of chaos
Leading to being lost.
I know, and I feel
One day I will heal
Until then I shall not hide
And Choose to stay inside
Where comfort lies in place
And I never show my face.
I will go forth to live
Allow myself to forgive
All the invisible thoughts
That cut my life short,
Yes I shall stand
Drop the knife from hand
Pull up out of the bath
Smile and laugh,
You know I could
In fact I know I should,
If only I wasnt dead
And the water wasnt red,
And my thoughts wasnt fate
Telling me im too late,
I never learn
Im still a burden
My family will find me
Open the door and see
My body, or what’s left,
See I’m still out of place, even in death.
Slide
Close to the edge
Close to death
No Cry or flee
Pray for me
I often wonder
At dusk or dawn
When I’m discovered
Will you mourn
I Swear
I have been Cursed
For causing dark treason,
Bringing public the fight
That reins against my demons,
As I focus my words, I become,
The truth bringer,
So action is taken
And mystical fate looses my fingers.
Twice a digit has been sacrificed
Amputated to order,
By the secret forces
Who watch over the borders,
A thin veil of protection
A line of hidden meaning,
A dark threat to my spirit,
Soon I will be bleeding
My Penship is now a martyr
Twice finger limbs have been cut
But I will never stop the write
Though my hand is truly fucked.
Domino
Dont repeat this writing
Do not say these words
Pronounce no more,
or chaos will resume.
Midnight will become timeless
Darkness unleashed
Bringing out the horrors
And flesh will be consumed.
Cursed is a curse
Non believing makes it worse
Don’t tempt it out
To play in the light,
Dancing on bones,
It will strike the leader
The biggest ego among men
Slashing the laughter
Blood staining homes.
Smile if you will
Joke at my expense
Even though your mind is scared
And your lips tightly shut,
For it hears all
Flays to be fed
Will not stop or relent
To feed its rotting gut.
Do not share I plead
My conscience is now clear
The fault will not be mine
If blood runs in your tears.
I Dont like Wednesdays
I Don’t Like Wednesdays
Days are set in limbo
To which I will explode,
These times I’ve grown to hate
With Life falling on this date,
Clocks have all the power
Striking on doomed hours,
Wilting bodies until raw
Curling naked in a ball,
Drowning in self sweat
Flooding rooms with regret,
Please wake me up on the bell
When the days are not in hell.
Only you know me
I think I’m too afraid,
But I know,
If I don’t soon, I will fade,
Eventually, I will let go
Even If I fail, I will try
No more will I hide,
If I unsuccessfully die,
At least I have tried
Let me go if I’m cold,
Eyes shut never blinking,
I was never meant to grow old,
Dont question my thinking
And Dont blame the view
I just like the sea
And I dont blame you,
It’s all on me