Poem: Home
I never expected to find home in a psych ward, Home in a very very unknown place, Home in ev'ry heartbeat, ev'ry shadow, Home in ev'ry crying, sobbing face, Home, for every tear that I will shed here, Home, for each and every drop I would, ...
The Thanksgiving Turkey
I never got around to filming it, but honestly, it's just too depressing for any sane person to make. but i decided to get this out there anyway, so i post this here so you too can be depressed this thanksgiving.
A New Chapter: Small Steps
The normally immaculate abode was littered with laundry, take-out boxes, and the general palid squalor of a man in depression.
drowning
I'm drowning in sadness, my head below water watching everyone breathe. I'm panicking; gasping for breath, I need to breathe but it's impossible. Every time my head breaks above the water I'm just shoved back down. I try to swim, but I have weights...
The Beast
It is a poem about what i think depression is and me and my girlfriends battle against it.
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...
Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 5 - Chapter 1
; it's known as manic-depression.
Sam's Guilt
Sam looked over at the sleeping figure of Spike next to him. He took him all in, examining every feature of him... For some reason, he was moving towards him. He wrapped his arm around Spike, pulling him in close. "What are you doing?" Sam looked up...
Waiting...
We sit and wait...for whats next the next thing...we dance on the line of madness..we wait to fall of in to the obyss..and descend in to depression..we don't know when or what will hit us just know it will...we sit waiting...waiting for someone with a plastic
Adrift
The klaxon alarm that heralded the evacuation of Terra Prime still haunts my dreams. Even though I am a safe colonist on Lunar Prime. The desolate floating of everything on this rock feels like the primal birth of something voidal, gaping,...
The Actor
The curtain closes again on my act. The audiences roaring applause still present in the air. I care not for their sound or their cheers, only the distance towards my sanctuary. I pass the threshold and seal myself in, dreading the thought of leaving...
Darkness Ensues
I wake up to darkness sourrounding me. I'm in a room, which seems to be extremely large, but that's probably just the darkness. My ears twitch as a scuttling sound echoes througout the room. A metal blade begins to sharpen against one of the walls,...