Don’t waste a minute

She carrased your hair whilst showing you photos you look fucked a horrendous diagnosis you both will never know how this moment impacted me it wasn't his dressing gown stockings or wheelchair that shocks me it was his age similar to minone, i hope to his god you both are at a crossroad she to… Continue reading Don’t waste a minute

The Other Me

The man that appears to me with each swipe of the razor blade reveals his vulnerability. The fresh warm water becomes as murky as his life as he clears his blade of dead cells and hair It is his wish to become born again one morning whilst shaving. To stare back at a wonderful man… Continue reading The Other Me

Wheel

Emotionally bankrupt spiritually corrupt This life for me is not much fun the drinking and spraying words of shit I wonder what's going to be the next big hit Self -medicating is over now time to heal To love and be good and process the wheel that goes round and round and round your addictions… Continue reading Wheel

Come

Dream the dream you have always dreamed where butterflies occupy your stomach where excitement accompanies you with every step. The possibilities that are ours to feel proud to feel nurtured to feel at home it belongs to us all Manifest it to yourself the world explodes we watch in awe

On my Arse

I'm on my arse I don't want to be I have no control over my thoughts my time, my day. I can't escape or even choose a medium to feel better I'm also adjusting to a new drug; more promises I'm tired and no one is getting the best of me even more sadly for… Continue reading On my Arse

Society

I don’t know which way to turn I don’t know what books to burn I don’t know anything at all Don’t place me in a society I have to work on my sobriety I have to stop taking drugs at all I don’t have the key to the door I didn’t want to start a… Continue reading Society

Have it All

You wear my long blue shirt at breakfast I look intently at , the smile upon your face You look free, your hair covers your right shoulder Lost in thought you notice me watching you I take you at your waist, raise your chin look into your eyes no longer lost it's like I found… Continue reading Have it All

My Night of the Long Knives

I arrived at seven and was home by ten thirty Didn’t know it yet I’d soon feel lost deranged and dirty The demon allowed me to sleep til 3 Then roared and flung up the mattress and me I was dying I’ve been dying for a year and a half My night of hell and… Continue reading My Night of the Long Knives

Show’s Over

Who is speaking to you? The words leave my lips but who formed them? Don't presume it's me and if you can't begin to understand that perhaps I need not talk to you anymore There are three of me all battling for the floor It is deeper than a mood change I have no control… Continue reading Show’s Over

Rainbow in the Storm

You will never get near stigma's end if we don't include those who are on the receiving end. No more empty gestures that tick boxes Asking me where my stress ends and my diagnosis begins is proof that stigma is alive or well. Like a rainbow of hell in a storm