Trauma, Mental Health & More!
The body is a tribe And i a loyal follower Let's worship our elders So to tease our children The body is a portal-cage And i a little bird Lay me out some nuts So i may grow some This body is all mine And i its humble shadow Lie and we'll know it So... Continue Reading →
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its parents who point at theirs what is a crime but a botched excuse All crimes... Continue Reading →
Impatience is the price of youth and the interest rates run high and the internet runs wild In patience do we find the truth.In wastage do we find the lootbut guilt is raining from the skybut your kilt is brushing up my thighImpatience is the spice of youth.Insane is the new coolhow we go on... Continue Reading →
Is your own.
that slap of icy wind lost on a beachsave your breath, he knows what i think the rowdy crows nearby settling at duskshake your head, cross my arms, spread my dust this sand sticks closer to me than you ever didand these waves crash softer than words the hair on my neck still points towards... Continue Reading →
Sharing welcome information certainly is, and I hope not to sound too judgy here. If a thought can be a sin, surely we’re all sinners. and isn’t writing using repetitive hand movements to facilitate my thought process (at least here)? Why do I feel guilty for using conversation as a tool to organise my mind?... Continue Reading →
A heart hurt is a heart grown Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind A mind ripped is a mind won Evil does not knock, it purrs I kiss tired shadows who have shown whats mine is yours, and what we find is guilt and all fear gone Love does not ring, it blurs... Continue Reading →
Dented and hollow, Blurry blasts of fresh air fresh from the tree My bones can breathe again My heart howls Drowsy and hot Rain rushes from suns and gushes in glee My tongue can taste again. My eyes hound you Quiet and still Webbing up thoughts and letting down peers My life can start again.
I wish the mentally unwell would wear stars My family is hard to find these days We could form an army like the nightsky And be hounded as a pack My spine has started to grow roots And I actually don’t mind being alive With samplings as dried up as ours We need all the... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 