‘No-one seems to understand’ You say while tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. ‘No-one gets to see the pain, That plagues me every single day’ The struggle is invisible, It goes beyond anything you could class as clinical, It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun and wondering ‘is this fixable’.…
You say you had never dreamt before me, Yet before you I believed life was nothing more than a soliloquy; That life was just a trail of unspoken feelings, And voicing my own thoughts seemed to leave others reeling. I was stuck in a space between happiness, And the self worth I hung upon others…
It’s the same A rehearsal of pain, A misinterpretation leads to a projection of shame. It’s like you weave in and out of feelings, Not sure whether God or the Devil is the most appealing. As if everything you love turns into a weakness, And your eyes cast across a battlefield thinking ‘I can beat…
So I’m thinking of writing a book based upon the concept of death and the mysteries and experiences that surround it. Using the foundation of my philosophical writings I am trying to depict the journey of a man who passes over. Here’s what I have so far: (criticisms, advice and comments would be much appreciated)…
Notice: the hiss of compression as the doors close, the awkward expressions of the passengers as the people who file in looking for non-existent seats realise they are going to have to stand squashed up against each other; invading personal space. He notices this, how can he not; every day he paces up and down…
I lay here in this hospital bed, heartsick; no not heartsick: heartless. There are so many words in the English dictionary with such limited definition. You want to explain how you feel but no words seem to depict the depth of emotion that you hold. All you can do is paint distorted pictures with those…
Pupils dilate, muscles relax, thoughts deepen, emotions heighten, the world spins within your head, and all at once your senses merge inducing a confusion of reality. Am I dreaming? No you’re not. Look above you and watch the stars appear on the darkened canvas; flicks of paint on your work overalls, particles on dust which…
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