Summer, a bummer


I do hate all July’s

Tis true some die

Will not stop, this cry

Life is all a lie

Death is inevatable

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Unfold this Flower


The spring has run past us

Flowing time moves even faster

When summer came I kept hidden

For I seemed to be unaware

As I reach into the autumn breeze

Will I finally find my bloom

Or will winter whither me

Before that chance will ever come

To Be New


Have I yet to find myself

Tried and true beyond blue

To need something more

Just going farther forward

How do I find my shine

What does it take to be new

Try another path shall I

Or linger in my darkness

Tis a Suicide Season


It was the night before a time that would be celebrated, of gifts and meals, no one should be stirring….no one should be awake. Yet, there I lay awaiting day break. Awaiting for no joyous occasion, no momentous holiday to lift this drear. No hope. No joy. Filled with loneliness instead of merriment am I. What is this and who is there? Jingle, jangle, jingle is the sound, the sound of silence in my head ring. All alone this festive day. Like every day….always and forever….why keep……trying……….what gift is there for me…..

Holiday seasons are some of worst for those of us who suffer from mental illnesses. Be kind, spend time, reach out – you could save a life. Happy Yuletide and Merry Christmas

Blind Attire


As we dress ourselves sadness,

Weeping is a ploy to keep away from hope.

Why live when we can die?

Why fight when we can cry?

Are dreams mean nothing, because we forgot to close our eyes.

Nothing but antidepressants keeping us standing.

Broken down are we,

Just another basket case.

What do we believe  about ourselves?

 

Ticking Hands, Taking Hands


Tick, tick, tick
The time passes by
Minutes are leaving
Never to return
This little clock
So haunting
Is it mocking
Cursing me
Everything runs away
Never to return
Lost
Alone
Wanting something
Something more
Oh, cruel hands
They do nothing
Nothing but take
In my silence
You shout
Shout at me
Reminding me
Remember
All the things lost
Gone
Never to come again
Tick, tick, tick…

The House of Broken Glass


I found a little shop today
Along my path I did spy
Full of many peculiar things
Mingled with the ordinary
It was there I found it broken
So small twas overlooked
A piece I’ll treasure forever
For like me it did not fit
I cling to such unsightliness
For a home it does need
And loved as I so do wish
A home for all those lost
Shattered beauty I behold
Surrounded by the dream
Hoping to be one precious
A piece to mend empty
To each thing left a wanting
Hold on to a joyful future
No truer story had there been
Today, tomorrow, forever more