Amazing journey

After two years of hard work my new poetry book is now available to pre-order on Amazon and in other book stores.

I’ve been writing for years and not always when I’ve been in a good place. But that darkness makes the words honest, and to an extent brutal.

From the start of having confidence to edit them and send them off to publishers, I said to myself that I wouldn’t hold back, if I feel it’s too much, or maybe a trigger.

I decided if I ever felt that way with a poem I would write it anyway. No more avoiding life and escaping from my true feelings.

Suicide is suicide, pain is pain, and fear is fear. No need to dress it up. Don’t get me wrong every topic is used in context, not just for shock value.

Each poem reflects a stage in my life. They are deep, to the point, and honest.

I wanted people to feel what I was feeling when they read them. But also being able to interpret them in their own lives and history.

I believe that people with messy minds and ill mental health have great imaginations. Just imagine if that was used creatively, in art, music, poems, anything. The results would be unique and wonderous!!

I am very proud of this book. I’ve been able to step into the darkness without fear of being sucked in. What saw I put down in words, and this is my story and journey in poetry form.

My Book – Encryption of the Mind by Chris Chant.

Now available to pre-order from Amazon and other good bookstores.

Book release

The front cover and Amazon preview of my poetry book due for release at the end of August.

It contains old and new poetry using a mental health concept. Each one along with my own photographs.

Not available for pre-order yet but watch this space.

Passing By

Only an hourglass can drown me
Stop my obsessional time
From Flooding my senses
Where paradoxically, numbers play god.
Here I stand
Watching clocks
Counting seconds
Until minutes are lost.
Cursed to view existence
Consciously through life,
Living to the speed
Of a hand wound by a hand.
Its symbolic in nature
Ticking to the hearts beat
And When the cogs finially stop
It’s time for me to sleep.

Summary

First thoughts I dispense with caution

Notion with an ironic flaw

A split second occurrence

With no stage for reflection

Containing irrational undertones

Speed ‘Becomes’ essence

Dismay is uncontrolled

Outlines feasible complications Conversation is to-be heeded

True words believed, transpired with time

Character prevails via choices

Shaped by unrushed competence

Instant verbs evolve and mature

Sharp decisions cease to race

Knowledgeable peace combines

Sheds light on existence

Judgement swallowed by reality

Being misconceived becomes scarce

Harmony elected with a mutual dignity.

Stitches

When asleep

It’s peace as in death

No dreams or feeling

Nothing.

Surgery sends the mind

To limbo

Breathing though vacant in thought.

Split second coma

Opens the conscious

Letting the present seep out

Keeping pain away.

Fate in surgeons hands

The fear dying in silent mystery

Surrender myself to a higher power

I am yours to mend or destroy.

Awoken by strangers after long hours

Wiping free the blood from stains

Of the stitches which tell the story

Why metal was wrapped around veins.

Look

I see images
Far away from personal space
Hiding in the shadows.
The corner of my eye
Feels movement,
Natural reflexes spin wildly,
On sighted
A shape
Transforms with haste
Back to benign.

Something insidious is watching
Rousing my senses
Alerting my suspicions.
Paranoia becomes a suspect
Though clean living proves
The mind is all powerful and complex
When left to wander freely
And without forced encouragement.

When will the process erupt
From viewing shapes
To hearing voices,
I’m scared I’ll answer
Scared of its suggestions
Of convincing me to believe
They exist in life not just my reality.
I see images elevate back from the dead
Convincing my mind
It’s not just, all in my head

Star Gazing

I won’t believe in heaven
Though I believe in Hell
The only thing that keeps the madness away.
My mind is open
To any misinterpretation
A haven for Demons to play

Once I was born
The personality imprint
Became damned and tainted.
Face a blank canvas
An expression of confusion
With a scream half drawn and painted.

Followed the crowd
Of youth and pollution
A gang formed by the easily led.
Convinced by the voices
That while I’m alive
My thoughts are better unsaid.