Posts filed under ‘mental heath’

a cast-off

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refuse negligently tossed aside

floating amongst natural beauty

nothing can change undesirable

she will never conform

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Photography by Jordan

Photos taken at Campus Lake at Southern Illinois University

Carbondale, IL

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May 29, 2014 at 2:44 pm 1 comment

drops of…..

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tears of deep red

well up –

some trickle,

some drip –

all dissipate in time.

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memories become stains –

a scar,

a mark

on one’s heart and soul.

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saddd

9/17/13

September 18, 2013 at 3:10 pm 6 comments

languish

in the shadows

in the dark

behind walls

behind locks and chains

lying

still.

alone.

barely

beating

but

alive.

communicating

through

fear

and

pain.

a

feeble

existence

without

desire

but

to

forget,

to

feel

nothing,

to

disappear.

September 17, 2013 at 4:26 pm 15 comments

frigid

nights are growing cold

&

inside is growing colder…&

frigid…

the more frigid, more numb.

the more numb, less pain.

the less pain, less sadness.

the less sadness, less tears.

the less tears

there be…

nights are growing cold

&

my being is growing colder…

a foggy, hazy morning

September 17, 2013 at 2:55 pm 15 comments

mourning – still

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a gaping wound –

re-opens

brought on by random thoughts;

a memory of words once spoken

and

a voice which made me laugh.

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a gaping wound –

re-opens

while sitting on my bike;

i am drafting behind you –

trying desperately to keep up.

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a gaping wound –

re-opens

while watching my son

behind the wheel;

remembering all the times he rode shot-gun

with you in go-carts

and

on Buzz Lightyear.

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a gaping wound –

re-opens

each time

leading to a hole inside my heart.

it is an empty space

where tears continue to flow

and

light ceases to exist.

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a gaping wound –

re-opens

each time ‘those’ memories come to pass;

when reality digs deeper into my soul –

that you are gone forever

and

never coming back.

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buzz

Spring Break 2004
Disney World
Orlando, Florida

September 3, 2013 at 2:45 pm 22 comments

the looking glass

truth or distortion?

what is it you see?

is it a contrived perception

or

the person you believe yourself to be?

a mirror can be a friend –

revealing beauty

inside or out.

it can also be a fraud –

killing life’s dreams

and

fueling one’s doubts.

there is always too much –

never any less.

nothing ever seems right,

though we desperately try our best.

the eyes only see

what they alone can see

and

the mind stands behind

to confirm what it all means.

some people find contentment –

they are happy just to be

and

there are those

who struggle daily

never

liking

what they see.

August 29, 2013 at 4:46 pm 4 comments

illusion then & now

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dreams of fairies, swans and dolls

ruled a childhood

from the earliest dawn.

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bobby pins, tulle, satin and lace

created an illusion –

cloaked the scars on her face.

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pirouettes, arabesques, and jetes abound –

freedom of movement

in which a life could be found.

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the studio and stage –

being her only home,

where the world was shut out

and

she could feel safe on her own.

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dreaming, dancing, LIFE – they are all the same

they create an illusion

of smiles, beauty and grace

but

the reality is such

no one chooses to see –

it’s what we do to ourselves to be

what you want us to be.

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August 28, 2013 at 3:20 pm 14 comments

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