My love, My words escape me, like elusive phantoms slipping through trembling fingers. The sickness has come for me again,…
Browsing: poems on recovery
My mind is a vortex, but I am not my mind. Poetry is a desperate expression trying to meet its…
My mental health journey is like doing a boardslide all the way around the Warehouse in Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater…
What if all the horrible things we do to ourselves In our minds and in our hearts Are to keep…
It seems that in its search for eternal balance, my brain has decided that for every time I feel good,…
Sometimes I wish I could die at my desk. I could silently slide into the bliss of never having to…
I never had a father, Just a sperm donor Who acted like a father So that society would feed his…