Can’t post that,
Thoughts and fears
and worry grows.
In that moment
the text box, cleared
and all that work
Is this too dumb?
Does no one care?
Is this one thing
too much to share?
I’m shaking now,
I need a hug.
Can’t hate me if I
pull the plug.
I get a lot of anxiety when posting things online, especially with anything that feels like it comes from me and not the person I am trying to be. My poems are probably the most open ‘me’ that I show online and even they keep who I am mostly a secret. I’ve written something very personal and eventually I will share it but I keep pushing it back and avoiding it.
There’s something about being right
It’s a curse when we argue and fight
“Do you think I look fat?”
I said “Not just in that”
Now I’m sleeping on benches tonight.
Inspired by the following prompt: You have lost the ability to be wrong, you find out in the worst possible way (LINK) – Admittedly I went for more of a ‘Cannot tell a lie’ approach but it was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw it.
I’m slowly getting back into writing with shorter pieces just to keep my mind active during my revision, not a lot more to say there.
Midnight comes and goes
We make our resolutions
Surrounded by friends
I don’t subscribe to the thought that New Year is the only time we can redefine ourselves but I always make resolutions as a way of measuring what I hoped to get out of the year. Whether it be graduating from University or becoming more active on my blog, I’m hoping this year I’ll be more productive and kick a few more bad habits.
With vacant eyes
I stare at you
an empty glance
is nothing new.
I’ve been this way
for far too long
and still they say
there’s nothing wrong.
I’m not okay,
my body, weak,
that I seek.
To make me numb.
This vacant stare.
Today is Mental Health Awareness day, I’ve not been keeping up with every major day that I intended to (I wasn’t able to come up with anything for National Poetry Day for example) but Mental Health is a sensitive issue which I feel quite strongly about so I wanted to produce something to raise even a little bit of awareness
If you wish to know more I have provided a link to the Mental Health Foundation website (UK): HERE
To donate £3 to the above cause text THRIVE to 70300 (UK only, Terms HERE)
If you or someone you know is suffering please direct them to a helpline or to anyone who may be able to help. Here are a few links to get you started
Samaritans – Email: email@example.com
There are many more resources available around the world and I really do hope anyone who is suffering does not feel like they cannot speak to anyone about it.
Ten minutes ago I was happy
an hour ago I was not
I swing between moods like a pendulum
as the thoughts in my mind start to rot.
I forget what it was I was doing,
what is was that was bringing me joy
as the love in my heart turns to anger
and I look for a world to destroy.
With a bitterness in every action
I am Misery’s messenger man
but my mood starts to shift in an instant
and I’m trying as hard as I can
but I can’t tell you if I’ll be happy
I can’t tell you if I’ll be fine
one hundred to zero in 3 seconds flat
Like my brain is a faulty design.
I’ve not shared much here recently but I am still writing occasionally, mostly giving up after a couple of lines though. I’ll be re-writing a few of my older poems in the coming months and sharing them if I feel I’ve made a worthwhile improvement to them.
in a world so rife with sickness
Yet we still don’t understand it
and we don’t know how to fix this.
Just a figure, ever growing
as the world can’t see the issue
calls them cowardly and weak
pass their family some tissues.
“We all have bad days”
“Get over it”
“It’s all inside your head”
It’s not normal to hate living
and to wish that you were dead.
How dare you claim you’ve been there
claim that you’re the better man
this is not a competition
you should help them if you can.
Every year the same old story
someone’s life cut short, dead end,
This is suicide, depression,
not some phase or current trend.
The recent suicide of Chester Bennington has been on my mind the past few days and whilst I was not a huge Linkin Park fan some of their songs really stuck with me. Over 6000 people in the UK alone committed suicide in the latest statistics for 2015 (6188 to be exact, a further 451 in the Republic of Ireland), that’s almost 20 per day yet we still don’t seem to have enough help available for those suffering
That being said there is help available and I urge anyone reading this that feels they may need help to reach out to one of these numbers
National Suicide Hotline:
UK: 116 123 (Samaritans) – or email firstname.lastname@example.org
USA: 1-800-273-TALK (8255) – (National Suicide Prevention Helpline)
Rest of the World: Hotlines