Poem: My Art
#3 of 2021 mental health crisis a poem about why i need to live. my gift is needed here. it waits in the darkness where no one can hear. it holds a candle, always. it loves and it lives and it laughs. it hides, always.
Poem: Just Now
#8 of 2021 mental health crisis wrote this on a lark when a friend complained that i did everything "just now" with my poem writing. :p this moment is precious. this moment is peace. this moment is hope, and kindness, and light.
Poem: The Floor
#7 of 2021 mental health crisis a joke of a poem "i'd read one even if you wrote about the floor!" that suddenly got serious! o.o; written on and trod on and walked on and stepped, crying for all the wrong reasons.
Poem: The Sea
#10 of 2021 mental health crisis a sad poem about damage again. the body remembers; the soul forgets; she cannot withstand the pain. she cannot protect; can't even remember; her very own special name.
The Last Man
He drifted amongst the stars. For how long he did not know, but he drifted. It might have been centuries, or maybe millennia had passed. Perhaps it was only seconds or minutes. Time seemed immeasurable at this point. It seemed as though eternities...
Punk'd Out
Rey started to slowly bop his head while still grimacing and groaning. He gained steel piercings in his triangular ears as his head moved more and more. The tuft of fur that was his hair grew longer, higher, taking in more of his cross-fox...
Dr. Change's Next Subject
Change's first subjects, i wanted to try something a little different with my transformation style by focusing on the mental changes instead of the physical ones. this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, rodney.
Broken
For Makyo. Today my heart broke for a friend for one I care for deeply one who struggles with bitter curse one that would end her cheaply. My heart, thus broken, sang and wept for deep depression's mire for manic impulse, shattered mind,...
Just Living Chapter 4
Just Living Chapter 4 There Frey stood in the living room of his apartment with a frown on his features. Both paws held onto his cell phone, the screen showing a number which he had dialed in. Right there and then he could simply press upon the screen...
A Mental Release that Tears Space-Time
She sighed as she continued to work on iris and making sure her mind wasn't damaged when she broke through her mental restraints.
Chapter 17: Oh, THAT Mental Examination
He ran over so many thoughts in his mind, including taking the emerald in his pocket and performing a chaos control to possibly get away from this, but mentally he shook his head.
Poem: For My Dad
#13 of 2021 mental health crisis a sad poem about all the damage my dad has done. how do i even explain the horror? how do i explain the fear? how do i laugh in despair and communicate how i really feel?