Image was found on Pixbay, and this was done By Brigitte Werner. Pulled and pushed backward. Constantly transitioning. Stumbling forward...
Sliding upwards, Balanced slightly. Blinding light, Stagger nightly. Demonic fright, Unnerving screams. Shadowed by forever dreams. Unshakable pressure to preform Backed by an emotional storm. Empty feeling, The darkness appealing. Directionally challenged... Fate holds cards, it should not be dealing.
Emotionally arrogant, All fucks are spent, Though there was none to be given. Life’s for the living, But I feel zombified. On the inside. Out here I have a wide stride. I paint my life as a collage, Snippets of self sabotage. No mistakes are made in vain, Failures just the downward train. But my … Continue reading Free Form
So I’ve been having some really in-depth and intense conversations about emotions lately. I know a lot of the poetry I write is chock filled with what I call “emotional vomit”. I just have these emotions and instead of letting them pass I like to let them inspire me. Their not always positive emotions, some … Continue reading Emotions
I spent most of my life as a slave to my emotions. I would get angry or sad on a whim. It was frustrating and damaging. It’s extremely difficult to be successful when your mood changes on a dime. I tanked a few jobs and pushed some great people out of my life because of … Continue reading Emotional Intelligence
Caught... Distraught... A Single Thought... Why? Brain fried. Love denied. Stripped of pride. Awestruck. Cement Stuck. Out of luck. Stranded. Branded. Where have I landed? Fuck the plight, And this eternal night. I won’t go down, Without a fight.
Some days I seem to be doing amazing, everything clicks and I feel like I might be able to escape the nightmarish landscape that is my mind. I usually get overly excited and try to embrace the world around me. I grab these moments and hold them tightly, because they never last. I eventually crash … Continue reading The Dome
Shaking. Fetal and cold. Alone. Story untold. Waiting. Hating. Debating. Noise without action. Can’t gain traction. Still life. Still strife. Frozen in place. No light, No fight or flight. Just this eternal night.
This poem is more like free running for my soul. The man depicted in the following piece is a scared, sad and self destructive boy. Someone who was headed for a quick exit off of the highway. This is me 15 years ago. Act One Acting tough, In a meek way. Flashing that broken smile. … Continue reading Portrait of an Addict
The Resolution So it’s been almost a month since I posted. It sucks how a couple days of not writing can turn into a week, a month and so forth. I didn’t want to let that happen, and this blog means too much to me to allow myself to give up on it. The funny … Continue reading Down but Never Out