Cold ( A poem on Addiction)

In active addiction my actions were icy a hint of friction and my heart would turn frigid Frosty and Frozen Was always exposed I was a mobile ice sculpture Cold enough to see every breath As worthless as ice-cubes in a blizzard Consuming openly lacking dignity Tears frozen Icecicle eyes in my inner igloo I […]

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Insatiable

My addiction was insatiable always hungry, gnawing at my soul eating a hole in my spirituality only to fill the void with insanity incessantly clawing at my mind searching for hours for satisfaction only to devour my once thought serenity with ravenous frenzy this perpetual cycle of suffering would have followed me to the grave and […]

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Self-Obsession

For most of my life, I had an ego-centric view of existence.  In my experience with psychosis, I literally thought I was both the savior of the world at one point, as well as someone who gambled away the milky way galaxy to intergalactic “demons”.  Talk about a burden, let alone self-obsession.  I was the center of […]

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A poem of shapeshifting

I become an eagle calling forth a hurricane of illuminating sadness I cross paths with myself as a lion diving into the seafoam green of ethereal light I return as laughter floating into the sky on the internal landscape of found time I travel between a new beginning and ancient Mayan cycles I leave behind […]

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Normal is the mental illness of the masses

You may call me crazy You may think yourself sane society your psych ward society your straight jacket ego your medication collectivism your support group mental illness is so common recovery is rare every day yours is progressing every day it continues to spread a newborn’s mind is a canvas we paint with our own […]

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Cosmic Artist

My body just a brush The mysteries uses at will Every mistake I make mysterious paint is spilled The artist makes the most of pigments misplaced the fathomless unknown is still able to express grace laughing in the face of my own misery adjusts the focus higher the universe not centered on me I am […]

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