Smile it's infectious
Time nears, a new chapter looms. What’s next? I’m not sure? But I’m about to walk out the door? Some time for me some time for you. Just wish something would do. The chorus sings over and over about new dawns. Though I must confess I’m lost too much of a cost. Running out of… Continue reading No beans
It seems rightly, that imagination is everything, I need to drop off the hamster wheel again in order to self-explore me. I need to find the Christ in me because there lies the answer not to my prayers but my conduct, attitude, gratitude and self-love. I am the creator of my life what I see… Continue reading Manifesting
When your surprised and not When your shocked but not When your confidence drops When your self belief is questioned When your very now is interrupted When your tomorrow’s pain is becoming born That later will be the very thing that holds you back The scab you will later pick The shit that you stir… Continue reading Time-bomb
Like when plates break in a school canteenThe voices in my head all jeer in unisonOver nothing in particular
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
I had forgotten all about you How has life been for you? It’s all coming back to me now It never quite worked out somehow But I’m happy to see you again. We were meant to spend time We were supposed to share a bottle of wine I’m glad it all worked out for… Continue reading Missed Opportunities
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
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
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
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
Mark Lyth 